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

Yan Cong's fingers trembled, and he quickly answered the call.

"Hello!"

"Uncle Cheng, what's wrong?"

"Has something happened to my grandma?!"

Uncle Cheng had just told him that a few days ago.

Grandma can hardly eat anymore.

Most of the time, it was Aunt Cheng who helped take care of them.

Yan Cong transferred an extra thousand yuan every month.

Aunt Cheng always said no need, saying that we are all neighbors and should look after each other, which is a good deed.

Yan Cong dared not let anyone help him for nothing.

No matter how deep the relationship, it can't be based on words alone. He remembered all the money and planned to give it to her personally when he got back.

On the other end of the phone.

Uncle Cheng's voice was urgent and very low.

"Little Bear".

Your grandma said she wants to call you.

Yan Cong was stunned.

During the eight months since I started my new job, my grandmother's illness has gotten worse.

At first, when we made a video call, she could stare at the screen for two or three minutes and then shout out "Little Bear!"

This past month.

She stared at the screen for a long time, but still couldn't recognize who he was.

I suddenly woke up today...

Why is that?

Yan Cong's eyes immediately reddened.

He opened his mouth, his voice trembling violently.

Uncle Cheng.

"Give the phone to my grandma."

"Um."

There was a rustling sound over there.

soon.

An aged voice came through the receiver.

"Little bear..."

"Yes, it's me, Grandma."

Yan Cong had barely opened his mouth when his voice choked up.

"I'm here!"

On the other end of the phone, the old lady asked slowly.

"How have you been lately?"

"Did you eat well outside?"

"No one bullied you, right?"

Yan Cong glanced at the instant noodles he had just opened.

The heat rose up, making his eyes water.

He gripped his phone tightly, trying to make his voice sound relaxed.

"Grandma, I'm doing great out there!"

"Just now, I went out with my boss to discuss an order."

"The food was absolutely lavish!"

"Australian lobster, Wagyu beef."

"There's even meat from demon general-level monsters!"

"Don't worry!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

The old woman wiped her eyes, but didn't expose him.

"well."

"Little bear, if you're tired outside, just go home."

"Grandma will make you steamed eggs."

"Um……"

Yan Cong nodded emphatically.

"Um!"

The old woman continued:

"Also, Grandma has saved some money."

"It's in that box at the very bottom of the wardrobe."

"When you come back, you can take it and use it."

"Eat whatever you want, buy whatever you want, don't skimp on money."

"Be kind to yourself, okay?"

Yan Cong lowered his head, tears falling drop by drop into the instant noodles.

"Um...I know!"

His voice was already too loud to suppress.

"grandmother!"

"Wait for me!"

"I'm going home tomorrow!"

"Please...please!"

He held his phone, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

the other side.

Under the dim yellow light.

The old woman sat on a stool, holding a phone in her hand.

The clarity in her eyes was gradually fading.

But she persevered and managed to finish her last sentence.

"Little Bear".

"There are two jars of sugar on Grandma's bedside table."

"These are all your favorite foods."

"If you feel life is bitter in the future, just take two pills."

"sweet."

"grandmother!"

Yan Cong completely collapsed.

Please!

"Wait for me...wait for me..."

"Beep beep beep—"

The call ended there.

Yan Cong's body stiffened.

He suddenly looked down at the blacked-out call screen, his pupils contracting.

"No, no, no, no!"

He immediately dialed back.

I dialed the number twice by mistake before finally getting through.

During the few seconds it took for the call to connect, Yan Cong stared intently at the screen.

He kept muttering to himself.

Please.

"Please."

"Call it."

The call was answered quickly.

Yan Cong practically roared it out.

"grandmother!!"

"Are you alright?!"

On the other end of the phone, however, came Uncle Cheng's voice.

"Little Bear, it's me."

Yan Cong froze on the spot.

Indistinctly.

In the background, there is also a muffled, broken murmur.

"Eat, eat, have a meal."

"Little bear...be good."

"Little bear...be good."

Uncle Cheng glanced at the little old lady sitting on the stool, gently stroking the air, and his eyes also reddened.

"Little Bear".

"Your grandma is fine."

"only……"

He paused for a few seconds, then lowered his voice.

"This time, I might really be completely confused."

"If you can come back, come back as soon as possible."

Yan Cong breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, I experienced severe chest pain.

Grandma still didn't live to see the day when she made something of herself.

He lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and cursed himself inwardly.

waste.

I'm such a useless piece of trash!!!

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Cheng called out.

"Feed?"

"Little bear, are you listening?"

"Um."

Yan Cong wiped away his tears, suppressing his grief.

"Here I am."

"Uncle Cheng, thank you for your trouble."

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"it is good."

Uncle Cheng responded.

"It's nothing, I'll hang up now."

He finished speaking and was about to hang up.

But his gaze fell on the old woman.

She was still touching the air, repeating those few words over and over again.

Uncle Cheng held his phone and remained silent for two seconds.

"Little Bear."

"When you're away from home, eat well, okay?"

"This is something your grandmother never forgot, even though she's confused."

As he spoke, he moved the phone closer to the old woman.

The intermittent sound came through the receiver.

"Eat, eat, have a meal."

"Little bear...be good."

"Little bear...be good."

Yan Cong felt a lump in his throat.

This was something his grandmother often said to him when she coaxed him to eat when he was a child.

He didn't like eating green vegetables back then.

The old woman followed him, carrying her bowl.

"Little bear, have a bite."

"Grandma will give you candy after you finish eating."

Yan Cong closed his eyes.

Uncle Cheng.

"I know."

"I'm hanging up now."

The phone hangs up.

next second.

Yan Cong collapsed onto the coffee table, his shoulders trembling, crying so hard that his voice trailed off.

"Grandma! I'm so sorry! Waaah... Ahhh..."

"It's my fault...it's my fault..."

Beyond the sky.

There were far fewer comments on the screen.

Occasionally a few would drift by, but they were incredibly slow.

"Don't do this..."

"I can't take it anymore."

"Grandma has forgotten who she is, but she still remembers to feed Little Bear."

"Damn, I peed in my eyes..."

In the video.

Yan Cong cried for a long time, until the steam from the instant noodles completely dissipated.

He suddenly raised his head and sniffed.

The bowl of Lao Tan's sour beef noodles had clumped up, with a few drops of oil floating on the soup, along with his tears.

Yan Cong stared at it for a while.

Then he picked up his fork and started eating heartily.

The noodles have gone cold.

The sour and spicy taste mixed with the bitterness of tears was swallowed down my throat, mouthful by mouthful.

He ate very quickly.

Tears kept falling.

But he didn't stop.

Eat well.

"grandmother."

"I'm eating properly..."