Instead, he asked the old man with an indescribable expression.
…
The old man was stunned.
It's so strange...
How did she know the name of the woman's mother?
Today is the first time they meet.
"I have no idea……"
The old man shook his head honestly.
Then he still couldn't hold it back and said with a bit of dissatisfaction, "What's your problem?"
"How do I know your mother's name?"
Really...
It's so baffling...it's a question that makes people feel very unhappy.
The old man frowned.
…
The woman noticed that the old man was unhappy.
After all, the old man showed it clearly.
She knew that her question was strange, and she also understood the inexplicable discomfort the old man felt...
but……
The woman took a deep breath.
"...My mother's name is..."
"Ji Jinyu."
…
"I need to know your mother's name"
When he heard the first half of the sentence, the old man said directly because of the unpleasantness just now.
But soon, the old man's voice suddenly stopped.
"……What?"
The old man reached out and rubbed his ears.
"What's your mother's name?"
Did she hear it correctly?
She must have misunderstood...
Or do they have the same pronunciation but different words?
Similar situations are not uncommon.
…
"Ji Jinyu."
The woman said word by word.
"thistle……"
"It's the thistle that begins with grass...the plant."
"Jinyu is the name of Yu."
"It all means beautiful jade."
The woman almost repeated the old man's explanation of the girl's name just now, word for word.
…
The old man was stunned.
The woman explained everything clearly directly.
There is no need for her to ask...
She didn't listen.
It’s not like they have the same pronunciation but different words…
Those are the three words.
…
how come……
The old man looked at the old lady in front of him with a new look.
The delicate and elegant appearance was completely different from the little girl she remembered who had the same thick bangs and dull clothes all year round.
How can they be the same person?
impossible……
The old man shook his head mentally.
…
correct!
An idea flashed in the old man's mind.
"The same name?"
"What a coincidence..."
The old man had a look of emotion on his face.
After all, many times, although my name is not very special, when asked if anyone has encountered a situation where their name collides with mine...
There may not be one among ten people.
…
Same name?
The woman shook her head.
"I have no idea……"
"But my mother..."
"I lived here when I was a kid."
The woman released another "revelation".
…
What?!
The old man opened his eyes wide in surprise.
She glanced at the old lady.
"She lived here before?!"
…
"Um."
The woman reached out and rubbed her forehead vigorously.
"I also heard what my husband said..."
It is said that the old lady originally lived here.
"...I moved later because my parents were working..."
Who would have thought...
…
"She moved back again?!"
Grandma was very surprised.
…
"Um."
The woman nodded.
It was indeed the old lady who suggested this place.
The conditions here are good in all aspects, and there are indeed suitable houses.
As the old man wanted, they bought a house here and settled down.
…
Grandma couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pinched her face.
is this real?
One day, the plot in this story happened before her eyes...
…
"she……"
Grandma stuttered a little, "It's really..."
That little girl with a mushroom head back then?!
In other words, she just told the other person’s past story in front of me?!
Grandma hurriedly tried to recall...
Did she say anything outrageous just now?
Didn't you say anything bad about the little girl?
She should just tell a story.
And you didn’t add too much personal emotion, right?
After all, it happened so long ago...
Even if I had any emotions at the time, they would have been lost in the long river of time.
It's not a strong emotion at all.
How stingy is she if she can still remember it now?
…
The woman pursed her lips.
"I think……"
"I have no idea……"
Because it is too much of a coincidence, even if there are various signs that...
"...name...residence...red one-eyed..."
This information is all correct.
The woman felt that she should be able to confirm that the old lady was the girl with the mushroom head that her grandma told her about.
But she still felt a little uneasy and uneasy in her heart.
…
"do you remember me?"
Grandma suddenly said to the old lady.
"I am Li Xuan."
"Your elementary school classmate."
"Junior high school classmate."
"And...former neighbors."
Well……
Grandma paused.
Then he muttered in a low voice, "And the current neighbors."
…
The old lady looked at grandma.
There was some doubt in his eyes.
…
The woman smiled apologetically at the old man.
"She doesn't remember..."
…
"Grandma always forgets us too."
The little boy and the little girl raised their hands and shouted.
…
The disappointment on grandma's face gradually faded away.
She forgot...
My wife told her from the beginning...
her former friend
Um……
Grandma was a little hesitant.
Were they friends in the past?
Did she consider the girl a friend in the past?
Instead of having to take a classmate or a peer with you to play with at the request of an adult?
So……
playmate?
Can she call him a playmate?
They did play together many times...
Um.
That's a playmate.
Grandma shamelessly defined them as playmates.
…
When she met this former playmate again, the other party really gave her a lot of surprises.
…
"She really..."
Grandma looked at the woman.
The words were not finished, but the woman nodded as if she understood.
…
Grandma looked regretful and a little sad.
"When...how long..."
…
"Almost two years..."
The woman smiled bitterly.
There was a sigh in his voice.
…
Grandma opened her mouth.
For a moment I didn't know what to say.
What an outsider like her can do about this kind of thing is to say a few innocuous words of comfort.
But after I found out that the other party was the girl with the solitary head, I also found out that I had spent some time with her...
Grandma thinks...
Maybe she should do more?
…
But……
After being stunned for a few seconds, grandma gave up.
She doesn't know what else she can do?
She could only say some comforting words.
…
"She... looks..."
Facing the woman's gaze, grandma smiled dryly, "It's not like... having that disease..."
She didn't know what the purpose of her words was...
It's like looking for words when you have nothing to say...it has no effect...
…
"right?"
Compared with the old man, the woman behaved much more relaxedly.
After all, this is not the first day that the old lady got this disease.
All the family's emotions towards the old lady's illness...
It has almost settled down over time.
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Please remember the domain name of this book:.The Moral Record of the Mortician
