The Little Tender Girl In His Heart

Chapter 419 Love

As he got older, my grandfather’s eyesight became increasingly difficult to use. Eventually, he could only see grandma.

But no matter how close you get, Grandpa can’t see anyone anymore.

In the dark night, grandma said she was going for a walk because it was too hot. In fact, grandma went to catch fireflies.

Because grandma said that when she was young, grandpa and grandma used to go camping outside. I accidentally hurt my eye at that time.

Grandpa was always scared, and other feelings were amplified.

Later at night, once the lights were turned off, Grandpa would feel a little flustered. It was just summer.

So, grandma caught some fireflies for grandpa to comfort him.

She said to her grandfather, who felt extremely unsafe at that time: "Look, I picked the stars for you."

"Don't be afraid, our dear Song Jiaojiao, I will always be by your side. Always by your side."

At that time, grandpa was particularly afraid of grandma disappearing. Because of the darkness, sometimes grandma went to do other things, and grandpa couldn't hear anything or touch anyone.

He gets flustered.

Later, my grandfather's eyes healed, but he was still not used to it.

That's why grandma said that she would pick all the stars for grandpa, so that when it gets dark, grandpa doesn't need to be afraid and he can always see grandma.

I know that grandpa loves grandma, and grandma loves grandpa equally.

Later, after I finished elementary school, I followed my parents to the other side of junior high school. You can only come back during monthly leave.

Sometimes it is sent by mom and dad, and sometimes it is brought back by oneself.

I always think about the garden that is as big as the entire playground, the swing in that garden, the gentle grandma on the swing, and the grandpa pushing the swing.

Such a quiet painting.

Incredibly beautiful.

I arrived at my grandparents’ house. My grandma had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she still loved to smile. Just as gentle and beautiful.

Grandpa's eyes seemed to be even more unclear.

Fortunately, there is no need to plant other flowers in the garden, and there are gardeners to help with it. The days became even more boring.

Every afternoon in the sunshine, I can see grandma and grandpa sitting on the swing, the leaves falling with the wind.

Grandma wears glasses and reads stories to Grandpa in a gentle voice.

Sometimes it's classics, sometimes it's modern literature, sometimes it's historical stories, sometimes it's novels.

Grandma only told half of a short story every day, deliberately leaving out the key points so that Grandpa would have the energy to listen to it tomorrow.

Originally, I thought they could sit on that swing forever. Until I grew up.

It's a pity that grandpa didn't wait until I was a sophomore in high school that year.

Although I am a boy, I especially like my grandparents. I especially like to visit my grandparents every holiday.

I love their tenderness and uninterrupted love.

Unfortunately, during my sophomore year of high school, my grandfather was already over 70 years old. He and his grandma were sitting on the swing. In the past, every time grandma talked about the ending, grandpa would cheer her up.

But this time grandpa didn't speak.

Grandma seemed to have expected something. She knew it without even touching Grandpa's temperature and breathing.

Grandma said to me: "Tuanzi, call your parents and follow the previous plan."

When I took out the phone and was about to talk to my father, I saw my grandma take out a bottle of medicine from her pocket.

I asked: "Grandma, are you feeling unwell?"

Grandma shook her head. By the time I finished the call, she was no longer breathing.

Such a gentle and strong grandmother chose to commit suicide so decisively. She couldn't bear to live without her grandfather for the rest of her life.

However, grandma was still a little angry, angry that he didn't mean what he said. (End of this chapter)