See the beauty of life in the face of adversity, and don't forget to keep fighting in the face of hope

"She wouldn't." Mom said hard, "Why would she tell such a lie? You mean to tell me that she taught a child to pretend to be sick and deceive people? Is it possible to fake a fever and a rash? Even if you hate me, you don't have to spoil people like this. ...... What's the point of this? What's the point?" Her voice began to lax, as if the core was suddenly removed, into a foggy thing, lightly began to diffuse.

"Yes, it means nothing, it's all in the past, it really means nothing." Uncle suddenly laughed.

They were finally together in peaceful silence for a long time. In the meantime, I heard that boiling sound in the boiling kettle.

"When will you be moving?" Mom asked.

"At the end of the year." Uncle replied, and then he added, "You'll contact me if there's anything. I'll call you as soon as I'm settled."

"You take care of yourself." Mom laughed softly, "It's someone else's place over there, after all. It's not your own home."

"I know. And ...... when Nan Nan graduates next year, if she wants to come out to study, I can do it for her."

"Forget it, no need for you to bother."

My sister's high heels barged in in a hurry, and my sister said, "I'll make the tea." I think she must have sensed that the atmosphere was a bit unusual and spoke in a tone that was not as straightforward as usual, "Third Aunt, just leave these bowls, I'll get them later." --Turned out to be so long, mom never went to wash that pool of bowls.

"No need." Mom's voice was a little tired, "It'll be done soon. You go and watch the little one."

"Oh." My sister answered so sheepishly that I bet she had just started asking herself where the little one had gone.

Uncle left early the next morning; in fact, it had still rained heavily in Dragon City the night before. So, uncle was smelling all the green grass aroma departing. Probably because of that rain, I didn't sleep much all night, so when I heard the sound of a suitcase dragging in the living room, I woke up immediately.

When I passed by my grandmother's room, I found that she was also awake. She was standing in front of the open cupboard, looking earnestly for something.

"Grandma." When I called her, she didn't even turn around to look at me. She just spread out the red sweater that she wore during New Year's Eve carefully, her hands trembling slightly as she undid the buttons on it one by one.

"Grandma, it's July ......," I finally lifted or to stop her as I watched her meticulously put the red sweater on over her summer shirt.

He looked at me as if I had said an incomprehensible thing. She pulled the collar flat, then gazed at the exposed hem of the gray-blue shirt inside, as if pondering what to do with the two incongruous colors.

"Grandma, aren't you hot?"

She finally tucked the exposed part of the shirt back in, looked in the mirror with a satisfied look, and then answered me seriously, "I have to deliver the guests."

"But you don't need to wear winter clothes in summer to deliver guests." When I said that, I simply didn't know whether I should laugh or not. I had to go over and slowly help her unbutton her red sweater, doing this carefully while being quite proudly enthralled in my heart - because I felt very much at that moment that I had that very ...... gentle taste.

But Grandma was very unimpressed, she got angry, pushed my hand away in annoyance, and took a few serious steps backwards, "What are you doing?" She stroked the sleeve of her sweater with great affection, "It's mine."

Then she turned around and walked out proudly.

Grandmother, are you really the grandmother that uncle spoke of? Have you really done those hurtful, or at least indifferent, things to your uncle?

Uncle stood in the doorway and watched incredulously as Granny walked out. Grandma stopped in front of uncle and suddenly took his hand gently, patted him twice on the back of his hand, and told him, "Come and play often when you have time."

Uncle smiled faintly, wrenched his hand out of Grandma's and said, "Okay. Come back next time."

Dad, who was preparing to take uncle to the airport, explained to uncle on the side, "She's like that now, we're all used to it." Grandma stayed where she was, watched Dad's car go away, and then had her red sweater straightened.

I asked her, "Grandma, you just recognized that was Uncle, didn't you?"

She didn't answer.

Only, from that day on, Grandma's life had one more pleasure, that is, from time to time, she took out her red sweater from the cupboard and put it on nourishingly - none of us could conclude exactly what circumstances she would think of the red sweater, or, what the opportunity was. Everyone in the family had said to her in different tones, "Grandma, it's summer, it's not necessary ......" but that obviously didn't work. Grandma seems to treat the red sweater as a familiar old friend, miss it, must stay with it for a while, the seasonal temperature or whatever is not worth a small matter.

It's like making a game.

Forget it, I really despise this kind of self. The actual fact is that you're going to be able to get a lot more than just a few of these. You really make me blush for you, you actually have the nerve to avoid the important, inside your memory to strengthen the smell of grass when your uncle went out, pretending as if nothing happened on that rainy night. You are a coward, Zheng Nanyin.

I really thought that I would be safe as long as I acted as if nothing had happened to me?

That rainy night, after I eavesdropped on my mother and uncle's conversation, before my grandmother put on her red sweater to see my uncle out, it was raining heavily that night. It wasn't the thunder that kept me awake, no. The screen of the computer on my desk was still quietly flashing with a lake like light when I seemed to be sleeping. I could have just ignored it and just killed the sleepy childishly, which I usually do. But that night, I didn't.

I was strangely awake, I got up and walked over to my computer, I was full of tiredness thinking that everything was ready just to shut it down, and then I eagerly flung myself on my bed to give him a big hug. The mouse gently scratched the blue screen saver out of a ripple, and then MSN's small window floated out like a stone at the bottom of the ice water, the green, open-armed little man is the moss attached to the stone, right, and mute, and innocent, and stubborn. Zheng Nanyin, why did you suddenly sit down and why did you suddenly enter Su Yuanzhi's username?

Why did I?

I laughed at myself for doing so really not advanced, while gazing at that innocent little green man child spinning in circles joyfully. I said to myself, "Zheng Nanyin, you are ashamed, how would you feel if Su Yuanzhi did the same thing to you? Well, actually I don't know his password, I never asked, we both feel that this little bit of privacy still has to be left to each other. This password, is one time, he logged into MSN, I accidentally saw behind him. I really did see it by accident, I swear ...... so I only vaguely remember the direction his fingers moved on the keyboard, I know the password was six digits, because I saw six asterisks in the small square of "password input", this kind of memory This memory must be inaccurate, right?

But why did I remember it?

The little green man stopped spinning, I did it. Zheng Nanyin, why did you remember this password?

A dialog box immediately popped up, like a water droplet, with a crisp ring. I reflexively pressed "mute" on my computer, as if the air around me was watching me. The ubiquitous gaze. The person who spoke to Su Yuanzhi, whose name on MSN was "Cowardly Little Sister Yong", actually said simply, "You're here. The last time you said that ......" Yes, I did not even finish reading that sentence, I did not finish reading what Su Yuanzhi said to her last time, like a finger was burned, closed the dialog box, and then like destroying a corpse, clicked "exit ".

After the name "cowardly sister Yong", is a bracket, brackets, the earth knows, is her email address, it is a pity, I just swept a glance, just that moment, but also enough to spell out the pinyin of that email address: Duanmu Fang.

So, the sound of rain that night, extraordinarily clear.

So, I left my room early in the morning like a manic animal, and throughout the night, I gazed at the doorknob countless times until it became a cold, hard murder weapon in my eyes alive.

When my uncle left, I didn't hesitate to push open the door to my brother's room. I had to talk to my brother about this, right away, and I didn't want to wait a minute.

But there was no one in the room. My brother didn't come back.

He never came back.

I had to find him.