Xie Yao had a very long dream.

In the dream, he was still seven or eight years old when he was a child. At this age, Xie Yao always likes to make trouble, which is not at all worry-free.

Because of his young age, he couldn't sit still, ran around halfway through his homework, and was mischievous at school on weekdays, and the teacher always couldn't help him.

When Xie Yao was young, Xu Meiling and Xie Mingzhi were too busy with work, so they could only hand over the two brothers to Xie Zhikang to take care of and teach them.

Xie Ze has been calm since he was a child, and always has a maturity that does not match his age, while Xie Yao is completely different, lively and active, and outrageously noisy.

Once in school, Xie Yao got into a fight with someone because of a little quarrel. That time the incident was quite big, and finally both parents were invited.

Xie Yao, who had a red face that day, was picked up by Xie Zhikang. On the way back, Xie Yao was still not convinced, and felt that he was right.

When everyone thought that Xie Zhikang would use the most severe way to teach Xie Yao a lesson, he just took out the medicine box and asked his wife to treat the wound for his little grandson. After treating the wound, he took him to the study room, the tableThere was a copybook on it, and Xie Zhikang asked Xie Yao to take a brush and write according to the description.

How could Xie Yao at that age be free, he resisted again and again, cried, made trouble and hanged himself, but Xie Zhikang ignored him and just let Xie Yao sit on the table next to him to practice calligraphy quietly, and he insisted on practicing for an hour before letting him go.

Even if he procrastinated and didn't write, Xie Zhikang was not in a hurry. He let people go to eat at meal time, and caught them back to continue practicing after eating.

Under the influence of Xie Zhikang day after day, after about half a month, Xie Yao finally stopped drawing turtles on rice paper, and began to practice calligraphy obediently with Xie Zhikang, because he himself discovered that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t get rid of it.Such a fate, but if he practiced calligraphy well, Xie Zhikang would let him play half an hour earlier.

Later, after developing the habit of practicing calligraphy, Xie Yao's temper was indeed much more stable, he was no longer so reckless in his actions, and he would not easily argue with others in everything.

Xie Zhikang also told him that if someone is provocative with words easily, it will be regarded as not being able to hear you. If you respond, others will work harder.

But if someone bullies you inexplicably, don't bear it, do it if you have to, grandpa will take care of it for you, but you have to carefully weigh whether this matter should be so ugly, whether it is necessary to let grandpaTo bear the consequences for you.

Xie Zhikang's words taught the little devil king to be honest and get close to him, because Xie Yao knew that no matter what happened whenever, grandpa would always stand behind him without hesitation.

So until Xie Yao went to high school, he was still so carefree, because there was always someone standing behind him, silently solving those troubles for him.

Looking back again, I stopped at a scene where Xie Zhikang took him hand in hand to practice calligraphy. The weather outside the window was fine. Xie Zhikang took him to write strokes on rice paper, telling him what strokes and how to write.better looking.

But the picture only stayed here, Xie Zhikang's face became more and more blurred, Xie Yao turned his head and found that he could not see Xie Zhikang's face clearly, and the people behind him also disappeared little by little, leaving nothing.

Xie Yao woke up suddenly, unable to recover from the dream for a long time, he was gasping for breath, and had a splitting headache.His memory gradually came to life in his mind, telling Xie Yao the truth over and over again that Xie Zhikang was gone.

The grandfather who loved him the most in this world is gone, and the childhood scene will never be there again.

Xie Zhikang's funeral was held soon. According to Xie Zhikang's last wish, the funeral was very simple, no outsiders were invited, and everything was kept simple, because Xie Zhikang didn't like those cumbersome etiquette.

It has been raining continuously for the past few days, as if weeping over and over again for the dead.

On the day of the burial, Xie Yao wore a black suit, dressed very plainly, held a black umbrella, and watched as his most important relatives were buried in the ground little by little.

What is hidden under the coffin is Xie Yao's childhood, all the fond memories of Xie Yao's childhood, and no one will stand in front of him without hesitation and say "I will take care of you for you when you make a mistake".

There will be no more days like this, but Xie Yao can't cry at all, he feels like his lacrimal gland is broken, and he can't squeeze a tear anymore.

But the bottom of my heart that no one knows has already become a withered ruin, a wasteland that can no longer be easily recovered.

Even Xie Ze, who had always been emotionally indifferent, couldn't hold back his tears as he stood in front of his grandfather's tombstone.The photo of Xie Zhikang on the tombstone with a bright smile was chosen according to Xie Zhikang's wishes, because Xie Zhikang himself said in the letter that he thought this picture was beautiful, and he looked very energetic when he was young.

Xie Zhikang left a letter. Half of the content of the letter was to explain how to deal with his funeral, and also explained that he hoped that everyone could pay more attention to his wife's mental state and physical health.

There was still half of it left, and he left Xie Yao with a lot of heartfelt thoughts in his heart. When the family went to Xie Zhikang's study to clean up their belongings, they found this letter that he had written for some time.

The last person who saw this letter was Xie Yao. When Xie Yao got the letter, he read it carefully, word by word, as if he wanted to engrave every word in his mind.

He could even imagine what Xie Zhikang looked like when he was writing this letter.The image of Xie Zhikang sitting at the desk writing and writing flashed in his mind. Grandpa's handwriting was always so vigorous and powerful, just like his attitude towards life.

At the end of the letter, Xie Zhikang said to him: "Ayao, grandpa doesn't know what happened to you, but no matter what, what grandpa hopes most is that you can be happy forever."

Xie Zhikang's preference for him was so blatant, but Xie Yao forgot to spend more time with his grandfather.

He almost forgot that the humorous little old man was getting old every year, and he almost forgot that the little old man who had grown up with him also felt lonely.

The funeral was held for three days, and Xie Yao hadn't shed tears during the three days. He quietly obeyed the arrangement and kept mourning for two days.

Until the day when the funeral was over, he dragged his exhausted body back to the room. He stubbornly knelt in front of his grandpa's spirit tablet, always thinking that as long as he was devout enough, grandpa would come back.

He still didn't want to believe the fact that Xie Zhikang had left, until after the funeral, Xie Yao returned to the room, still wearing the same suit from three days ago, the smell on his body began to smell bad, Xie Yao stepped forwardHe walked into the bathroom slowly, and washed off the stains on his body with clean water little by little.

But what he couldn't wash away was his regret. He closed his eyes and let the water from the shower hit him. When he opened his eyes again, he still felt a sense of trance, but he had to accept the fact.

His grandpa is gone.

Thinking of this, the emotions that had been calm for three days finally broke out at this moment, and tears slid down his fair skin together with the flowing water.Xie Yao couldn't bear it anymore, squatted on the ground and began to cry bitterly.