My abstract plant was exposed by my sister.

As time went on, more and more people arrived. Liu Xudong was maintaining order at the entrance, and his voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak.

Holding a megaphone, he shouted to the crowd, "Line up! Don't push! Those who have signed, please move in!"

The sound was like a broken bellows.

Volunteer Xiao Wang couldn't stand it anymore and took the megaphone: "Brother Liu, you take a break, I'll do it."

Liu Xudong glanced at him, handed him the megaphone, squatted down next to him, took a sip of water, and kept his eyes fixed on the people in line.

Grandpa Wang held the bouquet of lilies in his hand, with one hand resting on the wheelchair pushed by Wang Fang, and slowly approached the Bamboo Grove.

For safety reasons, Director Wang arranged for three volunteers to take care of every elderly person who approached Wenxinzhu. They wore red vests and stayed by their side the whole time.

Lin Muyang also specifically instructed that all staff members and family members of the elderly who are near Wenxinzhu should wear masks to avoid being affected.

Grandpa Wang wasn't wearing a mask, and Director Wang tried to persuade him for a long time: "Grandpa, you're getting on in years, it would be better if you wore one."

Grandpa Wang waved his hand: "Don't worry, I've seen the video and I know the consequences. Although I'm old, I'm in good health and nothing will happen to me."

Director Wang glanced at him, didn't try to persuade him further, and quietly said to the volunteer next to him, "Keep an eye on him, and catch him quickly if he faints."

The group slowly approached the bamboo grove. The bamboo leaves rustled in the wind, and sunlight streamed through the gaps, falling on the armrests of the wheelchairs.

Grandpa Wang unconsciously grasped his wife's hand, and her eyes, which had initially been dull and lifeless, slowly began to regain some color.

Her eyes darted around, looking at the speckled bamboo poles in front of her, at the golden glimmers on the ground, and then at Grandpa Wang's gray hair.

Those memories erased by the disease seem to be slowly reviving.

She raised her hand, wanting to touch Grandpa Wang's hair, but halfway there, she realized she couldn't reach it.

Grandpa Wang bent down, brought his face close to her hand, and placed the bouquet of lilies on her lap.

His wife's fingers touched his hair, paused for a moment, and then gently grasped a strand of white hair.

"You...how come you look so old?"

The voice was very soft, intermittent, and carried a hint of disbelief.

Grandpa Wang's tears welled up instantly. He squatted down and buried his face in her knees.

"I've waited for you for ten years, how could I not grow old?" He raised his head, his face streaked with tears, yet he smiled. At this moment, he had waited ten years.

"Ten years have passed." A hint of melancholy flashed in Grandma Wang's eyes.

Her memory is still stuck ten years ago. She still remembers that the two of them had just retired and were planning to travel, eat delicious food, and see the world.

But from some point onwards, her memory started to get worse and worse. She began forgetting to lock the door and take her keys, which were small things.

They forget what they just said and did, and repeatedly ask the same questions and repeat themselves.

I often lose things, and I even forget to pay when I buy groceries.

It got worse and worse, and memories that were once etched into my bones began to crumble piece by piece. The faces of the people I spent every day with became blurry day by day.

She knew that Grandpa Wang was her closest relative, but his name was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Watching Grandpa Wang speak to her, his mouth moved, but his voice was muffled, as if it were through a thick wall, and she couldn't understand the meaning of his words.

Later, she lost all sense of "memories".

All the joys and sorrows, the partings and reunions of my past life have been completely erased.

Now that she remembered everything again, looking at Grandpa Wang's weathered face and his already gray hair, tears streamed down her cheeks:

"I...I still haven't gone with you to see the world properly."

Grandpa Wang shook his head: "My world is you. I'm content as long as you're here."

She slowly placed her hand on his head and gently stroked it, just like she had done long ago.

Wang Fang squatted down beside the wheelchair, holding onto the armrests, sobbing uncontrollably.

More and more people gathered around, but no one spoke. Director Wang and Wu Tao stood not far away, watching this side.

Director Wang whispered, "Should we go over and take a look?"

Wu Tao shook his head: "Don't disturb them."

Director Wang nodded and then asked the volunteers, "Are there enough tissues?"

The volunteer nodded: "Prepared."

Lin Muyang stood to the side, still expressionless, his pen constantly making notes in his notebook:

"An Alzheimer's patient, a woman, about 75 years old, showed signs of memory recovery about 5 minutes after being near the Heart-Seeking Bamboo."

The family chatted there, with Grandpa Wang talking about what had happened in the past ten years, while Wang Fang stayed by his side, occasionally saying a word or two.

Grandma Wang watched quietly, as if she wanted to etch their faces back into her mind.

After a while, Wang Fang slowly pushed her wheelchair out, with Grandpa Wang following beside her with the help of volunteers.

They stopped as they passed Director Wang and Wu Tao. Grandpa Wang looked at Director Wang and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you."

Director Wang quickly waved his hand: "Don't be so polite, sir. It's what we should do."

Grandpa Wang looked at Wu Tao again, and Wu Tao didn't say anything, but just nodded.

He finally looked at Lin Muyang and asked, "Teacher Lin, how long can my wife maintain this condition?"

Lin Muyang thought for a moment: "About half an hour to ten minutes."

Grandma Wang nodded: "Half an hour will be enough, thank you."

After saying that, Wang Fang pushed her wheelchair away.

The whole family wore expressions of joy, a stark contrast to when they first arrived.

Watching them walk away, Wu Tao turned to Lin Muyang and asked, "Can't the Heart-Warming Bamboo really cure Alzheimer's disease?"

Lin Muyang shook his head: "I don't know. For now, it seems to have a temporary effect. Further research is needed to determine its specifics."

On the other side, more and more people gathered in front of Xiao Kui's stall.

Because Xiaokui (a brand of sunflower seed cake) had limited purchases, no one was in a hurry. They all patiently waited in line.

Soybeans and sachets are almost essential items for everyone; people grab them and leave.

But faced with that purple tomato that might scare people to death, most people just glanced at it curiously but didn't dare to try it.

With so many people present, nobody wanted to die on the spot.

Dazhuang stood behind the stall, looking at the diced purple tomatoes in the basket, and muttered to himself, "Such good stuff, why doesn't anyone dare to try it?"

Xiao Kui rolled her eyes at him: "Why don't you give it a try and set an example for them?"

Dazhuang immediately shook his head in refusal.

Just then, two girls stepped forward. One had a ponytail and was named Lin Yue; the other had long hair and was named Chen Yan.

They were all wearing sportswear and looked to be in their early twenties. They first took the sachets and soybeans, and then stopped in front of the purple tomatoes.

Lin Yue looked at the purple tomatoes: "Sister Xiao Kui, are these tomatoes really free to try?"

Xiao Kui immediately nodded: "Yes, do you want to give it a try?"

Chen Yan resisted a little, tugging at Lin Yue's sleeve and pulling it back desperately, whispering:

"No way... there are so many people... it'll be a disaster..."

Lin Yue ignored her and directly picked up a small piece of purple tomato, holding it to Chen Yan's lips:

"The performance is about to start, do you want to have regrets later?"

She turned to Xiao Kui and explained, "We're going to participate in a street dance competition next week. Chen Yan usually dances very well, but she gets nervous on stage and can't keep up with the rhythm."

We heard that this tomato can help people synchronize, so we wanted to try it.