The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Yan Cong looked at the two candies, and his nose suddenly stung with tears.

He quickly stood up, took the candy, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Grandma, I didn't say I was leaving."

"Don't worry."

"I've been home all day."

"I'll leave tomorrow, tomorrow!"

"well!"

The old lady's eyes also welled up with tears, and she quickly pulled him down to sit.

"quick."

"Dinner is ready, come and eat."

She busied herself serving rice to Yan Cong.

Yan Cong tried to stop him several times but failed, and in the end he could only sit there obediently.

Grandma scooped a big spoonful of steamed egg custard into his bowl and stared at him expectantly.

"Little bear, have some."

"Let's see if Grandma's cooking skills have declined!"

"it is good."

Yan Cong shoveled a large mouthful of rice into his mouth.

As soon as the steamed egg custard entered his mouth, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

salty.

It's very salty.

It's so salty it tastes bitter.

"How is it?"

The old woman looked at him, her eyes full of expectation for praise.

Yan Cong immediately lowered his head and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

"tasty!"

"Grandma's cooking is still so delicious!"

Grandma finally smiled.

She kept putting food into Yan Cong's bowl.

"Eat more if it's delicious!"

"If that's not enough, Grandma will make you more!"

Yan Cong did not refuse.

He ate while casually asking the question.

"Grandma, how have you been lately?"

"It's nothing."

"He's in great shape!"

"real?"

The old lady was a little slow in picking up food.

After a while, she smiled and waved her hand.

"I only experience auditory hallucinations occasionally."

"I keep hearing that you're back."

"Also, lately I feel like it gets dark faster than usual, and I often see two moons at night."

"But these are not big deals."

"Your breastfeeding mother can eat and drink well!"

Yan Cong remained silent.

He lowered his head and ate his rice, his hand gripping the chopsticks tightening little by little.

This moment.

He suddenly realized that his grandmother was much shorter than he remembered.

His back became even more hunched.

Her hair was no longer silver-white, but rather had a dry, yellowish tinge.

She has really gotten old.

My eyes are blurry.

Auditory hallucinations.

Taste degeneration.

I checked these symptoms on my phone, and they are all early signs of Alzheimer's disease.

This disease is now curable.

The treatment cost is over 200,000 yuan.

For someone like me who has a mortgage of over 100,000 yuan and is still working part-time while studying, that's not a sum of money.

That was a wall.

Yan Cong's eyes immediately reddened.

He lowered his head, shoveling large mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, swallowing the tears mixed with the rice.

Before long, the bowl was empty.

"Milk!"

While his grandmother was looking down to collect the bowls, he quickly wiped his eyes.

When she looked up again, a smile was back on her face.

"I'm stuffed."

"Let's go visit Uncle Cheng's house first!"

Done.

Before his grandmother could reply, he ran out the door.

"Why!"

Grandma watched his retreating figure, rice spoon in her hand, and sighed helplessly.

"This child is still so impatient."

She had just looked away when she suddenly froze.

"Eh?"

Where's my rice spoon?

The old woman lowered her head and searched everywhere around the stove and the table.

And she held the rice spoon tightly in her hand.

the other side.

Yan Cong ran all the way to a two-story flat-roofed building not far away.

He stood outside the courtyard gate and called out.

"Uncle Cheng!"

Are you home?

Soon, the head of a burly man popped out of the kitchen.

He was still holding a large bowl of rice in his hands.

"Hey!"

"The little bear is back!"

"Have you eaten yet? Come on, we just ate!"

Yan Cong quickly waved his hand.

"I've already eaten!"

"Little Bear, it's sunny outside, come inside and talk!"

At this time.

Another middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out of the house.

She pulled Yan Cong into the house, took a bottle of iced drink from the refrigerator, and handed it to him.

"Here, have some water!"

"Okay."

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Yan Cong accepted it with a smile.

Uncle Cheng ate his rice while watching him.

"What's wrong, Little Bear?"

"What brings you here?"

"Um, Uncle Cheng."

Yan Cong held the beverage bottle, sitting somewhat uncomfortably.

"Are you the driver who delivers goods to the nearby monster slaughterhouse?"

"uh-huh."

"What's wrong?"

Uncle Cheng immediately became alert.

"You think I'd sneak out some monster meat? Don't even think about it!"

"I'm not that kind of person!"

"Besides, aren't you lacking in martial arts talent?"

"Eating more won't help!"

"No, no, no!"

Yan Cong quickly waved his hand.

"How could I let you do such a thing?"

"Besides, I know I'm not good at martial arts."

"That meat isn't what I want to eat."

"That is?"

Uncle Cheng put down his bowl, a hint of doubt on his face.

Yan Cong looked down at the beverage bottle in his hand, which was covered in water droplets.

After a while, he finally spoke.

"My little old lady."

"I just got back and noticed she's showing signs of dementia."

"But as you know, this disease costs a lot of money."

"I can't afford it right now."

"I was thinking, could you please send her some monster meat to help her recover?"

"Let's stall for as long as we can."

At this point, Yan Cong quickly added a sentence.

"I will give you the money."

"I won't let Uncle Cheng give it away for nothing."

"Little Bear, that illness is..."

Just as Uncle Cheng was about to reply, his aunt, who was standing next to him, quickly pinched him on the side.

He immediately swallowed those words back.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Yan Cong saw this and smiled.

"Don't worry, Auntie."

"I'm not here to borrow money from you."

"It would be really troublesome for Uncle Cheng to send some monster meat to my old lady at some other time."

Aunt Cheng smiled awkwardly.

"Little Bear, you know that."

"These days, money is hard to earn."

"Yes, Auntie, I know, it's okay."

Yan Cong nodded quickly, his tone showing no sign of difficulty.

"I'll be going now."

"Little Bear!"

Yan Cong had just reached the door.

Uncle Cheng suddenly called out to him.

He looked a little apologetic and put down his rice bowl.

"Why don't you come with me and drive?"

"It's also closer to your grandma."

"You can earn at least three or four thousand a month!"

Yan Cong turned his back to them and raised his hand to shake.

"No."

"I plan to pursue a career in weapon crafting!"

"A weapon refiner?"

"No way?"

As soon as Yan Cong finished speaking, the live stream chat exploded.

"I remember that forging weapons in ancient times was very expensive, wasn't it?"

"That's right! All those materials, all those refining furnaces, they all cost money!"

"What if... Grandma got into trouble?!"

"No!!"

The barrage of comments scrolled by rapidly.

The audience, who were just laughing at Yan Cong's love-struck behavior, suddenly became tense.

After all, it's obvious to everyone.

At that time, Yan Cong really didn't have much money in his pocket.

But weapon crafting is something that poor people can never just touch.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School.

Su Xiaoxiao also subconsciously tightened her grip on Yan Cong's hand.

She looked at the boy in the sky riding a small electric scooter, saying that he wanted to take the path of weapon forging.

He glanced at the bastard beside him who kept pulling out level 7 combat weapons, and lowered his voice considerably.

"Grandma...is she alright?"