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

She bent down and rubbed the hem of her apron.

"As you know, we also have a mortgage to pay off."

"Your brother hasn't raised enough money for next semester's tuition yet, and your aunt needs to take medicine every month."

"It's not that Auntie doesn't want to help."

"We really can't afford anything over 200,000."

The kitchen was quiet for a few seconds.

Aunt Cheng came to her senses and looked at Yan Cong again.

"Little Bear, don't blame your aunt for being blunt."

Yan Cong shook his head.

"Auntie, I don't blame you."

He raised his head.

"I just wanted to ask, could you please bring a portion of your cooking to Grandma's table next time you cook?"

"rest assured."

"I will cover the food expenses."

Aunt Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and finally managed a smile.

"Oh, is that it?"

"become!"

"Also, don't mention food expenses, that's too formal."

"Uncle Cheng..."

Yan Cong turned to look at the burly man again.

Uncle Cheng quickly stood up.

"Hey, I'm here, I'm here."

"I'll be away working for another six months before I come back."

Yan Cong clenched his fists.

"Don't stop feeding the monster meat during this time."

"I will continue to give you the money."

"But that meat doesn't need to be sent to my grandma separately."

"Just have it prepared here and then send it to her."

Uncle Cheng nodded quickly.

"have to!"

"Don't worry."

"Your aunt and I go over to check on them every day."

"If anything happens, I'll call you right away."

Yan Cong took a step back and bowed again.

This time, it's even deeper than before.

"Thanks."

The two wanted to help each other up.

But he had already straightened up and walked straight out.

The curtain at the kitchen door was lifted and then lowered again.

The darkness of night crept in a little.

Uncle Cheng and Aunt Cheng stood there, neither of them saying a word.

A long time passed.

The couple exchanged a glance and sighed in unison.

"well……"

On the screen above, the audience members were filled with emotion.

"Are you here?"

"Back when Old Master Yan and his first love cleared up their misunderstanding, I already noticed... the scenes started speeding up, heading towards the main storyline!"

"In other words... damn it... the knife is about to be used!"

"Come on, I'm ready!"

"Let me see how many cuts you can make!"

Within the canopy.

The comments kept popping up.

In the video.

It was completely dark.

There are few lights on the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

Holding a flashlight, Yan Cong walked home, his steps uneven as he made his way through the mud.

Insects chirped in the grass.

In the distance, the windows of several houses were lit with a yellow light.

The closer he got to his house, the slower he walked.

Hearing the noise, Dahei wagged its tail and rushed out of the yard, pounced at his feet, and stuck out its big tongue to lick his hand.

Yan Cong kicked it twice.

"Go! Go! Go."

He's not in the mood to argue with it right now.

Big Black was pushed aside, but it still circled around his feet.

Yan Cong pushed open the courtyard gate.

A white light was on on the first floor.

The light was a cold, white light, illuminating the small stool outside the main room.

The old woman sat on the stool, her back slightly hunched, with her hands resting on her knees.

She doesn't know how to use a mobile phone.

The TV wasn't on either.

She hasn't watched much TV since last year.

She said the things inside weren't good-looking and she didn't want to look at them anymore.

Yan Cong remembered it very clearly.

When I was a child, this little old lady would fight with me for the remote control every day.

He wants to watch cartoons.

She insisted on watching a mother-in-law/daughter-in-law drama.

When she couldn't win the fight, she would scare him with a broom.

I used to think it was no big deal when she said she didn't want to watch it, but now it seems that it's not because it's not good-looking at all.

Even if she saw it, she wouldn't remember it.

Now they might not even have forgotten how to turn on the TV.

and so.

This is probably what she looks like when she's home alone.

Carrying a small stool.

Sitting under the lamp.

daze.

Occasionally, I would look up and glance at the dirt road outside the door.

She's waiting for someone she might not remember very well, but who she's always wanted to come back to.

Yan Cong stood at the door, and his nose suddenly stung with tears.

He didn't dare go in immediately.

He turned his back and vigorously wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.

He patted his face again.

He only stepped inside when he could manage a smile.

"grandmother!"

He tried to shout as lightly as possible.

The old woman's body trembled slightly.

She turned her head and looked towards the doorway.

But those cloudy eyes were filled with confusion.

The two were clearly less than five meters apart.

She stared at the doorway for a long time, muttering to herself.

"Ugh."

"I'm really getting old."

"These auditory hallucinations are getting worse."

Yan Cong's eyes instantly reddened.

The tears I had just wiped away welled up again.

He walked in a few steps, squatted down in front of the old woman, and called out in a hoarse voice.

"grandmother."

"This is not a hallucination."

His voice choked, and he paused for several seconds before continuing.

"it's me."

"The little bear is back."

The old woman stared at him.

Those cloudy eyes gradually regained focus.

Then, a smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

"Hey!"

"Little Bear is back!"

"When did you get back?"

"Why didn't you tell Grandma?"

Have you eaten?

"I'll make you milk!"

She was about to get up as she spoke.

"No, Grandma, no need..."

Yan Cong suddenly buried his face in her knees, unable to hold back his tears any longer, and burst into sobs.

In the afternoon, Uncle Cheng called him.

When he rushed back, he had already had dinner with his grandmother.

He was only gone for a short while.

I only talked with Uncle Cheng for a short while.

Come back again.

Grandma doesn't remember that he's already come back.

Yan Cong had only heard of the term Alzheimer's disease before.

That night.

It felt like a hand gripping his throat for the first time.

Seeing that he was crying so hard, the old woman hurriedly raised her hand and patted his head.

I still use the same few words I used to coax him when he was a child.

"Don't cry, little bear."

"Who bullied you?"

"Tell Grandma."

"I'll help you beat him up!"

"Waaaaah..."

Yan Cong hugged her legs, his shoulders trembling as he cried.

"grandmother."

"A monster is bullying me."

"It's trying to take you away..."

The old lady paused for a moment as she patted his head.

She looked down at Yan Cong, pursed her lips, and as if realizing something, a bitter expression flashed across her face.

But in the end, she didn't say anything.

She just patted his head gently again.

"The little bear is not afraid."

"Grandma will always be by your side."

that night.

An old man and a young boy sat under that white lamp.

We talked for a long time.

Most of the time, it was Yan Cong who did the talking.

The old lady listened with a smile.

As she listened, she would suddenly ask a question.

"Little Bear, have you eaten?"

Yan Cong replied with a smile.

"have eaten."

A little while later.

She asked again.

"Little Bear, when did you get back?"

Yan Cong was still smiling.

"Just got back."

In a little while.

She asked again.

"Little Bear, have you eaten?"

Yan Cong lowered his head, his eyes reddening.

But when he looked up, he was still smiling.

"I've eaten, Grandma."

"I'm very full."