The blue fire was swaying, and the green vegetables were poured into the iron pot, along with the khaki oil, making a splashing sound. Su Mingan stood outside the kitchen curtain, breathing in the moist rain, looking at the old woman's thin body and her arms.

Raised purple blood vessels.

This scene somewhat overlapped with his memory. He recalled that when he was very young, his grandma wore an apron like this and cooked food behind the kitchen curtain. At that time, he always thought that grandma was doing magic. As long as people came in, they would not exceed

In half an hour, you can have steaming hot dishes.

At that time, his mother was always playing the piano outside and would never come back. So her grandmother would teach him many things. She would teach him how to fold paper stars, make delicious cabbage stew soup, and teach him how to read pictures.

The first book I read was the fairy tale Peter Pan. Due to the limitations of the times, my grandma was not very literate and could not use a Nokia mobile phone. She knitted in the house all day long. She would store her bankbook and one dollar and fifty cent coins in an iron box.

Lock it up and treat it like a treasure. Usually it is not even willing to pour out a basin of water, and even the most unpalatable parts of the vegetable leaves are left.

Normally, she would store some plum wine, and when she opened the lid of the wine, the aroma would overflow. But she always hid the plum wine in a place where he could not find it, to prevent him from drinking it if he was too old. He once tried to find it, but

Like a brave man looking for the jewels hidden by the evil dragon, he crawled under the bed, stood on a stool and went through the cabinets on the ceiling. He also dug through the cracks of the sewing machine, but he never found it.

At that time, grandma would smile and say to him, you can only drink it when you are older. If you get married one day, I will take out all the hidden plum wine and give it to you.

"..."

Later, plum wine was no longer there, and so was grandma.

He never found the plum wine she hid, as if he had secretly hid in a small box with her and gone to a place where he could not find it.

Later, he lived alone at home and searched every corner of the house, but could not find any trace of her.

Actually, he didn't really want to drink that plum wine.

He just wanted to prove to her that he would be obedient and would not drink secretly even if he found her.

But grandma can no longer hear it.

Su Ming'an stood in the living room. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. He looked at the old woman's back in a daze and the sound of cooking.

He thought of her floral coat, her sewing machine, her one dollar and five cent coins, and the torn fairy tale book. He felt sad in his heart and his nose felt sour, as if she was still in his possession.

In front of him, she was cooking in the kitchen less than three steps away from him. Through the curtain was her familiar face. As long as he called "grandma", she would turn around, call him by his nickname, and hold his hand.

hand.

But he clearly knew that the deceased was no longer there, no matter how many times he recalled it.

This sadness made him feel strange... as if the person who missed his grandma was not him, but a freshman named "Su Ming'an".

...and he doesn't seem to be this person.

The person behind the curtain was not his grandmother, but an old grandmother who was far away from his hometown and unfamiliar to him. She was even separated from him by a whole world.

He sees civilization too clearly, his vision is vast and there are no fireworks.

When he lowered his head from the survival of mankind and the decline of the universe, he could hardly even see his past clearly.

"Coming!"

The curtain was lifted, and the old lady walked out, carrying steaming dishes. Wang Mingming and the other three, who had been hungry for a long time, immediately ate their food, while Su Ming'an moved her chopsticks and quickly put them down.

"Why don't you want to eat? These are your favorite dishes. Look, braised pork is very expensive. Eat more." Seeing that Su Ming'an didn't want to eat, the old lady immediately gave him some vegetables, wanting to eat all the dishes.

into his bowl.

"Wait a moment." Su Mingan lowered his head and looked at his watch Adu. Adu was sending him a message.

"An Jiang, I found a death record." A Du said.

"Yeah." Su Mingan said.

"It's a bit... amazing." Ah Du said.

"Take it out." Su Mingan said.

No matter whose death record it is, there will always be some information. Is it the death record of Su Wensheng’s mother?

Ah Du was silent for a while and projected a file.

…

[Autopsy report:

Name of the deceased: Su Wensheng

Sex: Male

Identity: Daoyacheng No. 1 High School, high school student

Date of death: February 1, 827

Cause of death: drowning

Place of death: East Lake of Daoyacheng

Whether it was homicide: No

Note: Suicide due to excessive mental stress.

File level: SS level (top secret)]

…

Su Mingan glanced at the date in surprise. Today is February 7, 827.

He has been dead for six days.
Chapter completed!