Losing a Two-dimensional empire

It was the second morning, and the sky was constantly snowing.

Under the dim light, Grandma Song stood with a pair of flatbed four-wheelers.

Her eyes are always on the long ramp of the king, as if she is waiting for someone, or a passerby.

With the sound of cars approaching from far, that person stopped in front of her.

The snow on the ground froze, making the road slippery.

Regardless of the body you bought like a stubborn child, she insisted on helping her push the cart.

Wan Shi led in front, and Grandma Song followed behind, trembling down the slope.

When Lin was parting, Wan Shi fell down, but he still had that cheeky face.

Grandma Song looked at his back as he went away. Feixue was very cold, but she felt inexplicably moved.

Wan Shi's job is to deliver goods to a milk station, and he would pass by her window every morning.

The roaring sound had become her alarm clock.

Zhang Feng, the parking lot manager, also turned on the lights.

He got up and prepared his wife's meals for the day before going to the parking lot to go to work.

My wife suffers from Alzheimer's disease, doodles, can't remember things, and loses the ability to take care of herself.

But he still takes care of her affectionately like a child every day.

During meals, she would always pester him to talk about his experiences outside today.

He never talked to him angrily, but she listened with gusto.

It was already two o'clock in the morning after patting the chess pieces like water, and he was late for the six o'clock he had set.

This is the first time he is late for work.

He forgot to set them as he hurried toward the parking lot.The chess piece took the opportunity to flow out, and took it back towards her husband's back.

She ran to the park and met Wan Shi?

He asked her where she lived and what her phone number was, but she didn't know anything.

Wan Shi, who had a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, hurriedly gave her a pair of himself.

When someone came to sit on the swing, she mistook Wan Shi for her husband.

She stroked Wan Shi's snow-white hair and said, husband, you must not grow old.

Then pestered Wan Shi to let him talk about all the energy for today.

Driven crazy, Wan Shi had no choice but to count down what he had done today.

When his wife got lost, Zhang Feng hurriedly searched all over the street.

Finally found a wife beside Wan Shi and Grandma Song.

A tight hug, one sentence asked her if she was cold.

His wife is everything to him and the meaning of his life.

Even though I'm sick sometimes I don't know him.

Looking at the figure of Zhang Feng carrying his wife on his back, Grandma Song once imagined growing old like this.

She was sitting in the back seat of Wan Shi, and when asked her name, she faltered.

It is customary for a child to be named by the father.

But after the mother gave birth to her, the father never came back.

So from childhood to adulthood, others called her, surnamed Song.

When she was young, she eloped with a boy in the village, carved a knife in Seoul, and everything is not what she imagined.

Unable to find a job, the boy took out his dissatisfaction on her.

After she gave birth to a girl, the boy said he wanted to go out to earn money and never came back.

Then the daughter had a high fever, and he sought medical treatment everywhere, but the daughter died in her arms.

Successive blows made her fall into despair.

With a heart of redemption, he spent most of his life in poverty and loneliness.

Wan Shi reached out to catch the snowflake, perhaps its temperature was the same as Grandma Song's heart.

At night, Wan Shi looked at Grandma Song's window, and there was a little rippling in his heart.

Soon after, he wrote a confession letter to Grandma Song.

Meet her on the long ramp at six o'clock.

One day Wanshi was dressing up, and his granddaughter Jin Yaner asked him where he was going, and he was going to have dinner soon.

In order to go out, the old man with eyes looked for an excuse to beat up his family members and made a grimace on his face when he went out.

But Grandma Song was illiterate, and when she asked Zhang Feng for help by pounding rice cakes, she had already pointed to eight o'clock.

Wan Shi waited for a long time, complaining that he did not agree, so he should make it clear in person.

Grandma Song rushed over tremblingly.

She hid shyly and lied that she would come too.

But the lie was debunked by the sound of hunger in solitude.

This old man, like a 17-year-old child, has a little embarrassment on his face.

For his next appointment, he knocked on the window with a stone and threw in a letter.

Grandma Song saw that it was a picture of Xiao Ronghua, with a picture of the meeting place at the agreed time.

Grandma Song flicked this childish picture alone in the room, and everyone laughed like a girl who has just fallen in love.

On the first day of dating, the two old men were like a young couple.

Wan Shi took Grandma Song to a high-end restaurant for dinner, but lost face because the price was too expensive.