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When Song Zongyan came out of the bathroom, Wen Qiu was packing up his things calmly, keys, wallet, charger, coat, scarf... The calmness was extraordinary.

"Umbrella." Song Zongyan reminded him before he was about to open the door.

Wen Qiu turned around to look for an umbrella. After searching for a long time, he opened the umbrella on the balcony when he returned to the dormitory, but now he completely forgot about it.Song Zongyan didn't care about drying his hair, he went into the balcony and handed him the umbrella, and asked hesitantly, "Where are you going?"

It's snowing outside, maybe you can't even get a car, Wen Qiu will not be willing to go out in this weather to seek guilt - except last winter, they braved the wind and snow to eat ice cream hot pot after evening self-study, Wen Qiu is very fond of it. I love to eat out of season things.

"My grandma fell and was in the hospital." Wen Qiu took the umbrella, held the handle tightly, raised his head and smiled at Song Zongyan, not knowing whether to comfort himself or others, "It should be fine."

Song Zongyan was startled.

Wen Qiu had already opened the door and left, leaving behind a sentence: "You don't need to keep the door open, I won't come back at night."

In the snowy night, no taxis could be seen at all, Wen Qiu could only wait for the bus, with the wind and snow blowing on his face, he could no longer feel the cold.He clenched his hands tightly, breathing constantly, and only a few streetlights were on in the vast snow.Pedestrians and vehicles disappeared.He heard the phone ringing, blowing into the wind in the silent night, a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart, he couldn't describe the feeling, but he suddenly didn't dare to look at who sent the message on the phone.

The school is 23 kilometers away from the city hospital, and Wen Qiu arrived in the middle of the night.The heating in the hospital was adequate, and Wen Qiu's whole body was completely cold. The traffic jam was severe for the last two kilometers. He got out of the car and ran all the way. His chest was filled with wind and snow, and his throat was burning and painful.

Outside the ward, a pair of elderly people were sitting on chairs. They were Qiu Yunqing's parents. When they saw him, they immediately stood up and said anxiously, "Wen Qiu is here, here he is, go in quickly, go in and see your grandma..."

They didn't finish the last sentence, as if they thought it was too cruel, the woman wiped her eyes and let out a long sigh.

Wen Qiu could even laugh and said, "Is grandma okay?"

The wheelchair rubbed against the ground and made noises in the corridor. Qiu Yunqing came out of the ward with an unconcealable exhaustion on his face: "Wen Qiu, go in quickly. Aunt Xia, Aunt Xia has been waiting for you."

The smile at the corner of Wen Qiu's mouth froze.

Aunt Xia is the old lady of the Wen family. Her full name is Zhang Yunxia. When she was young, she worked as an administrator in a higher education institution. Her husband and son were both promising, but they both had bad lives. They left her early.Now, it was her turn to find them herself.

Wen Qiu couldn't explain how he felt that night, he always felt that it was unreal.The snow at the station is unreal, the fog on the bus glass is unreal, the lights in the hospital are unreal, and the old lady holding his hand tightly at the end is unreal...

good people.The person who scolded him for being a picky eater a few days ago is gone.

"She went out to buy groceries during the day, but at night she found that the prayer beads she brought were missing, and she had to go out to look for them," Qiu Yunqing sat powerlessly in a wheelchair. She looked more haggard than anyone else, covering her face with her hands, choking again and again, " I asked her to wait for the weather to clear up before going. But Zhengyang gave her the Buddhist beads, she is very precious, how can I lose it."

Unexpectedly, I fell and didn't wake up again.

The old lady was lying on a white hospital bed. She came to the hospital in a hurry, her clothes were muddy and her hair was messed up.Wen Qiu stretched out his hands to straighten her hair, and then buried her side face in her hands that would never move by the bed.

His hands were stiff and cold, not the warm and rough hands of his grandma in his impression, and his face was a little sore from the thick calluses.

In the next few days, Wen Qiu showed a calmness that did not meet his age. He took care of the placement of the remains, the cemetery, cremation, and handling of gifts, even if Qiu Yunqing was on the sidelines.

The Wen family had several distant relatives, but they seldom moved around. After Wen Zhengyang passed away, the old lady didn't like to interact with them even more.When those people met, they just wanted to comfort her and sympathize with her.After hearing those words too much, she gradually pretended not to hear, but who knew that the false deafness would become real deafness later.It doesn't matter if you are deaf, as long as you can't hear a lot of words.The old lady's funeral heard that Qiu didn't want these people to come, but they still came after hearing the news.

Right after the funeral, there was a lot of noise about how the old lady's estate would be distributed.The two-story gray building in the office building, a high-end apartment in the garden district in the city center, and a fairly generous deposit in the passbook...the person is gone, and these external things are calculated happily.

Qiu Yunqing couldn't listen anymore, and said angrily: "These are all from Wen Qiu, what does it have to do with you?"

"Who are you?" one person said, "A person who has no name and no title has any right to manage other people's family affairs. Wenqiu Wenqiu, who thought that his surname was Wen really regarded himself as Wen's family, a picked up child, don't It was you who had some idea, and encouraged this adopted son to swindle property."

Qiu Yunqing sneered: "Aunt Xia has already written the will, and the house is also in Wen Qiu's name, it's not up to you people to decide who it is!"

Wen Qiu looked on coldly, he didn't feel tired after arranging the funeral for several days and a bunch of trivial matters, but at this moment he was suddenly very tired.

After sending the person away, Qiu Yunqing himself was in a state of depression. He held Wen Qiu for a long time before saying, "If you have anything to say, you can tell me, grandma, grandma is gone, I will always be your family."

Wen Qiuhui held her hand and smiled: "Well, I will go to school after New Year's Day."

He was very calm and knew what he was going to do, but Qiu Yunqing knew that when he got over this, he would definitely collapse.

"Go up and have a good sleep, you haven't rested for several days." Qiu Yunqing touched his face distressedly.

Wen Qiu went up to the second floor. There were too many things to deal with in the past few days. He was like a marionette, busy step by step.But his mind was clear again, he knew what he was doing - he was seeing off grandma.

The house on the second floor is still the same, but there is an extra posthumous photo in the living room.Wen Qiu was sitting on the sofa, and he had no memory of when he fell asleep.He didn't dream, and he slept soundly.But in the middle of the night, he seemed to hear a loud noise, like thunder on the ground. He woke up with palpitations, but when he opened his eyes, there was no sound except for the darkness in front of him.

Wen Qiu sweated all over his body in winter, and lay down for a long time, until his body became cold.He got up to go back to the bedroom, but he stepped on something before taking two steps, his feet slipped, and he almost fell down.He turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa, squatted down and searched back and forth on the floor, and then touched a round bead.

Wen Qiu seemed to have been stabbed severely by something, his back trembled, and he suddenly got up while clutching the Buddhist beads and turned on the living room light, which was brightly lit for a moment.He searched everywhere on the ground, pushed the sofa away, removed the coffee table, made a mess in the living room, and finally picked up all the prayer beads.

The bead bracelet was broken, and the old lady didn't hear the sound.The floor is dark, and the color of the beads is also dark, and the old people's eyes didn't notice it at all.

Wen Qiu squatted on the ground, holding all the Buddhist beads in his palm, the peace of the past few days suddenly cracked in this night, the opening became wider and wider, Wen Qiu gritted his teeth and tears dripped onto the floor.

He squatted there crying for a long time, and then even cried aloud.But no one heard.

The phone has not been turned on for a long time, Ding Hui received a message from him asking for leave, and asked how he was doing, but Wen Qiu did not reply.There is another one, the night he rushed from the dormitory to the hospital, he was still waiting for the bus downstairs in the ice and snow, Song Zongyan sent him a message asking him: "Have you got on the bus yet?"

Wen Qiu only saw it now, he stared at the message and the familiar name, and dialed the phone.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the other party must have fallen asleep.

But he wanted to hear his voice.

beep.beep.beep.

"Song Zongyan..."

There was a long series of busy tones on the phone.