Pushing away the heavy dark brown sandalwood, Ruan Anlan raised her voice and shouted: "Grandpa San!"
A heavy muffled sound came from the not-so-large yard. The next second, the sound of crutches hitting the ground from far to near echoed in my ears.
Gu Tingyuan stood behind Ruan Anlan, and his tall and tall figure enveloped her entire body, making her look more and more small and lovely.
A hesitant voice came from the door, "Who?"
Ruan Anlan's eyes became a little wet, and his voice softened, "Third Grandpa, it's me, An An."
"An An..." The old man's voice sounded like a kind of fatigue of insufficient energy.
It seemed that the owner of the voice was still not recognized, but a familiar feeling came to my face.
After hesitating for two seconds, the old man opened the door and opened the door. He saw a jade-like face and the dark eyes behind her.
The old man's hair is gray and his skin is full of traces of time. He pointed his trembling finger at Ruan Anlan.
It seems that I am trying hard to identify a person's identity, but my age is too high and my mind is empty and I have no impression.
"You girl is..."
Ruan Anlan took a deep breath, and her eyes turned red in an instant, "It's me, Ruan Anlan, Yaya's daughter, Anan, do you still have an impression?"
"Yaya...Yaya?" A cluster of flames lit up in the old man's turbid eyes instantly, "Yaya is back? Come in quickly, Yaya likes to drink the tea I make the most."
The old man walked towards the inner room with his back hunched over, dragging a crutch and said, "I picked some new tea leaves recently. They all said they tasted very good, and Yaya must like it very much."
Gu Tingyuan saw Ruan Anlan raise his hand to cover his mouth and tears slid down the corners of his eyes, and his heart immediately felt like someone was cutting open inch by a knife.
My throat was so dry that I couldn't speak, so I had to gently hold her shoulder and put the person in my arms.
Ruan Anlan turned around and pressed her face against Gu Tingyuan's chest, and began to sob in a cowardly manner.
A wet and warm touch soon came from his chest. Gu Tingyuan opened his mouth and said, "Don't cry."
I drank tea with the old man in the yard, and I heard the old man slowly telling a lot of past events looking at the red bricks and green tiles.
Until the sun sank, the old man's child came back and took the tired old man back to the room. Only then did Ruan Anlan hold Gu Tingyuan's hand and say goodbye to the master.
The old man's son is also older, with gray hair on both sides and fine wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.
Ruan Anlan lowered her eyes, "Third Grandpa..."
"It's been last year. Dad is already old and his legs are not convenient. When it rains, he insists on going up the mountain, saying he wants to see his friend."
He sighed heavily and the man smiled bitterly: "The doctor said this is Alzheimer's disease. In fact, there have been clues, but we... haven't noticed it."
"I'm sorry..." Ruan Anlan's eyes were covered with tears, and guilt swept her.
In the two years after returning to China, she came to have dinner with the elderly several times, and later she had sex with Shen Zhicheng and some messy things because of her work.
She didn't even come to see Zheng Zhiya so often.
"This is not your fault." The man said: "Child, look forward. When Dad is awake, he often misses you, saying that your child is good, but he doesn't look like your mother, and he is stubborn."
"Is this your boyfriend?" The man looked at the handsome man who had been silently accompanied by Ruan Anlan, and smiled admiringly: "It's so good, really right."
Ruan Anlan turned around and looked at Gu Tingyuan with red eyes, "Well, he is my husband."