Is it worth recalling all the memories? Time has passed, and everything has returned to normal. Is it still necessary to recall those past memories? But all the memories are pieced together. Who can tell me what to do? Because I'm really in pain, and I feel tired. I really want to escape.
" Chen 'er, pull yourself together. Life and death are all natural. We will grow old one day and die in the tears of our loved ones. Don't cry. Everyone has their own selfish motives and hopes that their loved ones will be well, but no one can control these…" The woman called Aunt said to Lin Chen.
Grandma's coffin was buried deep in the ground. One day, two days, three days…Perhaps one day, there would be nothing left, nothing would exist, as if she had never been here, but she had indeed lived.
"Chen 'er, adjust yourself and plan your next step! People can't live in front of their eyes." Uncle said.
However, her grandmother had really left. She had left. A living person would never come back…She had left the world just like that. She had left nothing with her, and there was no trace of her.
"Lin Chen, are you feeling better? Why don't we go for a walk?" Zhou Qiang said as he looked at Lin Chen's dumbstruck expression.
Ever since the incident with his grandmother, Lin Chen had become a man of few words. He would cry whenever he wanted, as if he was ready to cry at any moment.
Lin Chen looked at Zhou Qiang but didn't say anything. He lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the little purse in his hand. It was given to him by his grandmother. Now, it was the only thing left. This purse had accompanied Lin Chen throughout his struggles in the big city, like a lamp that never went out.
"I want to be alone!" Lin Chen said after a long time. His voice was pitifully soft, like a little girl who had been wronged. He kept looking at the purse and crying.
"Alright, then get well soon.”Zhou Qiang said," Then I'll go back. You can look for me if you have anything."”
Lin Chen watched as Zhou Qiang left. He was a good person. Although he didn't have any great achievements, he was still outstanding and full of hope and sunshine.
Lin Chen sat alone on a small hill at the entrance of the village. The weather was very cold. Although it was no longer snowing, the snow was everywhere. Only the place where his grandmother slept was covered in dirt, making him look desolate and lonely.
Lin Chen still remembered that when his grandmother was buried, snow was falling from the sky. It seemed to be a kind of funeral.
Uncle and that woman left two days after Grandma. Before they left, Uncle left his number and told Lin Chen to look for him if there was anything. He was at XX.
Lin Chen was not in the mood to find out. He had no idea what he was going to do next.
The only thing that puzzled Lin Chen was the woman called Aunt. She hoped that Lin Chen would do something for himself and secretly give Lin Chen some money, but Lin Chen didn't take it. She didn't force Lin Chen to give it to her anymore, but she left her personal number. She even said mysteriously that her uncle wouldn't know if she called him. If Lin Chen had anything to do or wanted to talk to someone, he could call her. At that time, Lin Chen was very confused. Why did she do that? She was clearly a graceful and gorgeous woman. They were not the same type of people, but Lin Chen still accepted the phone in the end. He could vaguely see that she had a kind side to her.
Everyone did not understand others, because everyone had their own inner things. Sometimes, even they could not understand themselves, let alone whether others could understand them. Even if someone knew, it would not have much to do with them.
Lin Chen looked up at the sky. The sky was also listless and unkempt. The barren forest in the distance was dark and gloomy, and he could not see any signs of life.
The village was exceptionally quiet. From time to time, there would be the sound of dogs barking and chickens crowing. The entire village seemed young and fragile at the foot of the mountain. It seemed to be covered with a layer of yellow dust, and there was no sign of life at all. The entire childhood was here, as if it was set. Naive, middle-aged, and old. It came unexpectedly, like an old man telling his own story. It was very emotional, but it did not feel like he was there.
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