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

Yan Cong stood there, watching her light and cheerful figure, and suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He raised his hand to touch his face, his eyes stinging.

But his face was dry, without a single tear.

"I……"

"Is he sick?"

At the doorway, Liang Rumeng poked her head out, her little brows furrowed as she called to him.

"Hello!"

"Didn't you say you were leaving?!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Yan Cong snapped out of his daze and nodded.

He had just taken a step when he saw the unwashed bowls on the table.

So he turned and went into the kitchen.

"Why!"

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Liang Rumeng jumped and rushed in, pushing him out.

"Go downstairs and wait for me."

"I'll be there as soon as I'm done washing."

"it is good."

Yan Cong nodded and went out the door.

After the door is closed.

The only sound in the kitchen was the running of the tap.

Liang Rumeng stood in front of the pool, pouted, and tears streamed down her face.

"snort!"

"You wicked Yan Cong!"

"Why are you so cold to me!"

"You used to be able to sense my emotions!"

She became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and washed with increasing force.

The bottom of the bowl made a squeaking sound as it was being scrubbed by the sponge.

After complaining for a while, the pots and bowls were washed clean.

Liang Rumeng turned off the tap, splashed cold water on her face, and whispered a pep talk to herself.

"Liang Rumeng!"

"How can you blame Yan Cong!"

"He's already under enough pressure!"

"How can you still throw such a tantrum?!"

"You have to understand him!"

She snapped at her reflection in the pool.

But her eyes were still red.

Inside the sky-like screen, the barrage of comments slowly rolled by.

"well……"

"She felt wronged, but she also knew she shouldn't feel wronged."

"This is the hardest part, because neither of them are bad people."

"It's not that Old Master Yan doesn't love her anymore, it's that he's really running out of energy."

"I'm here!"

downstairs.

Yan Cong was already sitting on the electric scooter.

He was wearing a blue helmet, with one foot on the ground, and a pink helmet hanging on the handlebars.

Liang Rumeng ran down with a smile.

Yan Cong's gaze lingered on her red eyes for a moment.

He opened his mouth.

In the end, I simply took off her helmet and gently fastened it for her.

"Get in the car."

"Hmm!"

Liang Rumeng looked at him.

Seeing that he didn't ask anything, the light in her eyes dimmed a little.

She sat in the back row and wrapped her arms around his waist.

The electric scooter headed towards town.

The two went to the cake shop first.

Liang Rumeng spent a long time choosing before finally buying a few packs of soft bread and a bag of milk tablets.

"Shouldn't the elderly be able to eat this?"

She asked in a low voice.

Yan Cong glanced at it.

"able."

"That's good."

Liang Rumeng hugged the bag to her chest and let out a soft sigh of relief.

After that, the electric scooter headed towards my hometown.

The cement roads in the town gradually narrowed.

The roadside shops receded behind us, and the wind carried the scents of rice paddies and earth.

Liang Rumeng hugged Yan Cong's waist, pressed her face against his back, and mumbled a cry.

"Baby~"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Yan Cong turned his head slightly to the side.

Liang Rumeng's voice was very low.

Am I your first love?

"Yes."

She tightened her grip on her arm.

"I used to use your phone to browse, and I kept seeing the same video."

"What video?"

"It's...it's just..."

Liang Rumeng paused for a while before reading it aloud in a low voice.

"[Later you had everything, but you lost the little girl who used to sit on the back of your seat.]"

The wind passed between the two of them.

The sound of the electric scooter's motor suddenly became very soft.

"you say……"

Will we end up like that?

Yan Cong's throat tightened, and the wind made his eyes sting.

He tilted his head back, but still no tears came.

"No……"

No, it won't.

His voice was so hoarse that even he himself couldn't believe it.

Liang Rumeng hugged him even tighter, burying her face in his back.

A short while later.

Yan Cong felt a warm sensation on his back.

"you……"

"Try lying to me..."

Liang Rumeng sobbed softly.

Yan Cong tightened his grip on the handlebars.

He heard it.

But he didn't say anything.

Now, he doesn't even dare to make a decent promise.

The little electric scooter continued forward.

Neither of them spoke again.

Until the dirt road from my hometown came into view.

As soon as the car turned the corner, Dahei ran out from the side of the yard.

It smelled Yan Cong's scent from afar and wagged its tail to greet him.

Yan Cong glanced down.

When Grandma was still lucid, Dahei was fed so much that its fur was shiny and its body jiggled when it ran.

It has lost weight and its fur has become quite dry.

Yan Cong pursed his lips and parked his electric scooter in front of his old home.

"grandmother!"

He called out inside.

Aunt Cheng peeked out from the kitchen, holding a rice bowl.

"Oh, Little Bear's back!"

"Um!"

Aunt Cheng's gaze fell on Liang Rumeng behind him, and her eyes lit up.

"Who is this?"

Yan Cong took off his helmet.

"My girlfriend."

"Mengbao, this is Aunt Cheng, whom I often refer to."

Liang Rumeng quickly composed herself and put on a smile.

"Hello, Auntie!"

"Okay, okay!"

Aunt Cheng smiled so hard her eyes crinkled.

"You two haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"How about I make you something else?"

"I've already eaten, so I won't trouble you."

Yan Cong got out of the car and walked into the kitchen.

Kitchen doorway.

The little old lady was wearing an apron and sitting on a pink plastic beach chair.

Her eyes were cloudy, and there were many grains of rice stuck to the collar of her apron.

Yan Cong paused for a moment.

Soon, he walked over and turned to look at Aunt Cheng.

"Auntie, let me feed them."

"Thank you for your help these past few days."

Aunt Cheng didn't hesitate and handed over the rice bowl.

"Oh, what's so troublesome about this?"

"Alright, now that you're back, I'll head back first..."

"Auntie, wait a minute."

Yan Cong put the rice bowl on the table and took out a thick red envelope from his pocket.

"Auntie."

There are five thousand here in total.

"You took care of my grandma for five months. We agreed on a monthly salary of one thousand, and it can't be less than that."

"Hey! Little Bear, I can't accept this!"

Aunt Cheng immediately pushed it back.

"You need money right now, and your aunt is still taking your money? Is she still your aunt?"

"aunt!"

Yan Cong raised his voice a little.

"Uncle Cheng told me that you're not in good health either, and you'll be having surgery in a few days, right?"

"You're still helping me take care of Grandma. If I don't do anything in return, what kind of person am I?"

"If you still consider me your nephew, then please accept me!"

Aunt Cheng looked at the red envelope in her hand, her lips moved, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You silly child."

In the end, she accepted it.

Yan Cong watched Aunt Cheng leave.

After everyone had gone far away, he whispered to Liang Rumeng at the door.

"Baby, could you bring me a chair later?"

"Oh!"

Liang Rumeng nodded, somewhat bewildered.

Yan Cong had already placed his hand under the old woman's armpit and slowly helped her to her feet.

She was still muttering incoherent words, her steps were weak.

Yan Cong bent over and practically half-carried her towards the door.

Liang Rumeng went into the kitchen, picked up a chair, and followed behind.

"Just leave it there."

Yan Cong gestured with his eyes to indicate the location of the doorway.

It's a spot where you can get some sunshine in the morning, even if it's not too hot.

The old lady used to like sitting here when she had nothing to do, watching the chickens peck at the rice and watching Big Black sleep by the door.

"it is good."

Liang Rumeng obediently put the chair down.

Yan Cong gently helped his grandmother upstairs, then went back to the kitchen and brought out the bowl of thick porridge.

He took a small stool and sat down in front of the old lady.

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

"Grandma, open your mouth and drink the porridge."

"Oh, you're having porridge."

The old woman could still hear and could still reply.

But her mouth didn't open.

She reached out to grab the spoon.

Yan Cong took the spoon back and gently patted the back of her hand.

"It's porridge."

"I'll feed you."

The old woman withdrew her hand, her face suddenly turning fierce.

"ah!"

"Someone come here!"

"Oh, Your Honor!"

"Yo!"

"You're really fierce!"

"You think nobody knows, huh?!"

Yan Cong's eyes reddened again as he watched her rambling incoherently.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse.

"grandmother."

"I am a little bear."

"Sweetie, let's eat, okay?"

The words "Little Bear" fell to the ground.

The little old lady who had been calling out suddenly fell silent, and her tightly closed mouth slowly opened.

Yan Cong fed him spoonful by spoonful.

With each bite, he would wait for her to swallow slowly, just like when she used to feed him.

Liang Rumeng stood to the side, still holding the bag of bread and milk tablets in her arms.

For some reason, my nose started to sting.

She watched as Yan Cong bent over, head bowed, patiently waiting for his grandmother to chew.

I also looked at his fingers, which were trembling.

"No……"

"Don't cry."

Suddenly, the old woman propped herself up on the chair and reached out to touch Yan Cong's face.

She moved very slowly.

She brushed the back of her hand against the corner of his eye.

Yan Cong then realized that he had started crying without even realizing it.

"sugar."

"sweet!"

The old woman spread her hands.

In the palm of my hand lies a squashed, flattened candy.

Yan Cong stared at the candy, his fingers beginning to tremble.

He took it, and finally couldn't hold back his tears, which streamed down his chin.

After giving out the candy, the old lady sat back down.

Soon, the clarity in her eyes faded, and she began muttering to herself again.

"Oh my god, this is outrageous!"

"Are you bullying a lonely old woman like me!"

"I deserve to be bullied by you guys!"

Yan Cong lowered his head and unwrapped the candy.

The colored paper was crumpled up, and some of the candy had melted and stuck to it.

He peeled it off little by little, put it in his mouth, and the sweetness slowly spread.

Very sweet.

But the tears mixed with his mouth made his throat hurt from the bitterness.