In the dim room, everything seemed to be dyed gray-black.

The flash of the phone emits light to illuminate the yellowed paper.

Time has blurred the patterns of paper, but the vigorous and powerful words on it are still clearly visible.

It seems that you can see how serious the person who wrote this love letter was at that time.

In that era when material wealth was just getting rich, perhaps it was a love letter written by the grandfather, who had always been frugal, leaning on the table, wearing reading glasses, and writing strokes.

The wood color stained on the back of the love letter is proof of it.

After my wife was crazy enough in bed, she pressed her head and watched her grandfather’s love letter with him.

Yang Yang was very concerned about his one-year-old nude photos, but at this time the nude photos came to his wife, like a sheep entering the mouth of a living tiger. It was probably because he had gone but never returned.

His mind can only be placed on letters now.

When I found out that the letter was written, my wife had a fever and agreed to show it to her after she came back.

Yang Yang hasn't read a word in the letter yet.

Now he followed his wife to start from scratch:

Xiaolan, I haven't called you that for a long time.

In the past, I always called you "hey", "hey", "old woman", "hey", and so on.

Maybe we have grown up together for a long time, but the name has become an unnecessary thing. As long as I want to call you, you will know that it is calling you.

Once, a young man asked me for the name Zhou Qinlan, and I shook my head and said I didn’t know him.

Maybe I am so confused that I even forgot your name. When I picked up the pen and wrote the word Xiaolan, I suddenly realized that it was your name.

Until now, I don’t know what happened to that young man, I hope it’s not an urgent matter for your family.

Speaking of family members, we have reached our seventies without realizing it, and our children are probably the only ones left in our family.

But don't think I'm blaming you for giving birth to a child for me. I know you're afraid of my hard work.

To support a whole family, there are sweetness and bitterness, otherwise why did those old guys leave earlier than me?

So you don’t have to learn from them and take good care of your health. I also want to watch our grandchildren get married and have children with you. Even if you can’t walk at that time, I will ask them to hold their great-grandchild, let you look at his little nose and touch his little ears.

You can't say that the little guy will have a pair of eyes that talk like you, just like that boy Yang Yang.

So Xiaolan, please get better quickly, don’t stay in bed like a child and can’t get up.

If you get better, let’s go to the city to see what the city cinema you were thinking about back then looked like. I wanted to go there before, but I didn’t dare to go there until I was old. I want to tell you, don’t be afraid, your brother will help you with you.

Don’t say that the beans in the fields should be collected, don’t study which piglets to raise this year. It’s your own body that you should raise well...

Looking at the love letter from grandpa to grandma, Xu Yan's nose was sour. As soon as she leaned her head on her husband's shoulder, her forehead rubbed a little cold.

He looked up and Yang Yang's eyes were red, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Seeing her husband so sad, Xu Yan couldn't help but reach out to touch Yang Yang's face, hoping to give him some comfort with the warmth of her palm.

Feeling his wife's hand, Yang Yang touched it and took it off.

"I'm fine, please help me get some tissues."

"good."

Xu Yan responded for a moment and reached out to get the tissue from the bedside table, but found that her other hand was tightly pulled by her husband.

He's really a kid.

When Xu Yan gave her husband a blank look, she let go of her hand holding the letter with her husband and used it to get a tissue.

"Husband, is grandma nice to you?"

"Um."

Yang Yang took the tissue handed over by his wife and nodded.

Grandma was very nice to him, but her memory was already blurred.

The clearest memory he can remember now is the last days he spent with his wife in his previous life.

Time is always fair when it shouldn't be fair, and when it gives you something, take away something else.

When his wife left him a lovely daughter, she took her away from him.

The days that were with his wife's bed seemed as if the years they were together were slowly slipping away, and he couldn't catch them even if he wanted to.

The pain in his heart was speechless. He even had the courage to write a letter to his wife like his grandfather.

I'm afraid it will become the final farewell.

Xu Yan still wanted to continue reading the letter, but Yang Yang suddenly hugged her, very tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his body.

The two of them were lying on the bed naturally, and Xu Yan was a little surprised and patted her husband on the back.

"You're holding it too tight, and you're a little breathless."

"It's good for a while, then for a while." Yang Yang said inexplicably in a bit dumbfounded.

"Oh well."

My husband didn't relax at all, but Xu Yan gradually felt a little used to it. She could still feel his calm heartbeat and something was about to come out of his heart.

In order to restore her husband's slap his back subconsciously and asked gently:

"When did grandma leave?"

"When I was sophomore, I lay in bed for half a month, and then I got off for a few days."

"What disease did she have?"

"I can't say that she has a lot of illness. She may have to ask the doctor who will treat her in the end to find out."

After holding his wife and truly feeling her existence, Yang Yang gradually calmed down.

Xu Yan felt that her husband's arms relaxed a little, and she felt much more relieved.

It felt quite comfortable, so I didn't let Yang Yang go.

"Honey, put grandpa's letter on the bedside table, it's time for us to go to bed."

"good."

Yang Yang folded the letter and threw it on the bedside table as it was.

In the darkness, the two of them hugged each other and lay on the bed.

Feeling her husband's heartbeat again and again, Xu Yan gradually felt a little sleepy.

"Wife, let's get up early tomorrow and go back to the city to go to the hospital for a look."

"Hospital!" Xu Yan was suddenly awakened, and quickly pushed Yang Yang away, took his cell phone and looked at his face, looking left and right.

"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm very comfortable, if you don't let me go."

Yang Yang said indifferently, put the mobile phone that was in the way on the bedside table.

He hugged his wife again and said:

"I went to the hospital to have a comprehensive physical examination so that I wouldn't know what kind of illness I had."

"No, I've had a physical examination before getting married."

Xu Yan was not very willing. She didn't have a good impression of the hospital. In addition to being troublesome in everything she did, her experience during study also made her very concerned.

"That's just going through the process and you can't find anything. It's better to go again."

"I have a fever but my physical condition is not good, so it's useless to go to the hospital." Xu Yan wanted to make the final struggle.

"Do I need to give you a reason?"

"need."

"I want to live with you until I'm a hundred years old."

Yang Yang rubbed against Xu Yan's neck and said softly.

Xu Yan couldn't help but want to laugh, not knowing whether it was itchy or her husband's childishness.

You can live to a hundred years old by going to the hospital frequently, and the hospital is not filled with people every day.

"Okay, I'll be reluctant to accompany you to the hospital. Let me explain first that if you don't live a hundred years old, whoever leaves first will be the puppy."
Chapter completed!