My parents stood not far away, but they did not enter the garden. At that time, I didn't understand, were my parents sad.

Later I learned that my parents wanted to give my grandparents a final space.


Her funeral was not a big deal, but the whole city of S, even the powerful and prestigious people, came to pay their respects.

Her funeral was arranged by my grandfather.

After my grandmother passed away, my grandfather's bones began to weaken.


After examination, they couldn't find the cause. My father said, "Your grandfather has a mental illness."

What is mental illness? I didn't dare ask.


It's just that every year after my grandmother passed away, my grandfather would hold her portrait, and cherish it, as if my grandmother was still alive.

Occasionally, my grandfather would talk to her portrait, as if he were talking to her. Another spring, everything seemed to be restored.

My grandfather pulled me back and said, "Like."

"Like what?"

"Like your grandmother."

"Don't be sad anymore." I'm 14 years old this year, and I've learned a lot. From other people's mouths, I have heard many stories related to my grandparents.

The first time I heard about my grandparents, I was also very angry. My grandfather was too arrogant, why didn't he clarify everything and hurt my grandmother?

After hearing everything, I felt that my grandmother was an unambitious person, if it were me, I would never see my grandfather again.

My mood also changed with each story my grandparents told.

I blamed my grandmother for not having a personality. Later, Grandma Meadow said to me: "Your grandmother has made many concessions so that this love can be fulfilled. Your grandfather also knows how to cherish, unlike other men in the world, once they have it, they no longer cherish it. The state in which your grandfather pampered your grandmother, to put it bluntly, was crazy pampering."

When I heard the end of the stories related to my grandparents, I felt a little sad. I didn't blame my grandfather for not realizing his feelings anymore, nor did I blame my grandmother for not being steadfast.

As Grandma Meadow said, between the two of them, one person was no longer stubborn and was willing to give in, thus having a happy ending.

I couldn't help but think, if my grandmother was beaten to death and refused to return, wouldn't the two of them be the most unfortunate people?

"Grandpa, I've heard a lot of stories about your love, you two weren't happy at first."

Grandpa patted my head and smiled: 'I have to thank your grandmother for giving in to make my love come true. Grandma didn't agree to marry me again, I still know the reason. She always thought that I wouldn't know that little secret."

'What secret?" I asked curiously, but Grandpa just smiled and said nothing.

'That's right, Grandpa, why do you love her so much? From the time I grew up until now, I have never heard you say that you love her."

'Once, my grandmother complained to Grandma Meadow that you did everything for her, but you didn't say the three words 'I love you", Grandpa, why didn't you tell her? It was obvious that my grandmother wanted to hear it."

Grandpa laughed, his laughter as crisp as a child's: 'I know, I know she wants to hear it." 

'Then why didn't you tell her?"

Grandpa regained his smile and cautiously and firmly said: 'She wants to hear those three words so much, of course, I won't tell her. Otherwise, she will hear too much, listen enough, and then in the next life she won't want to hear it anymore. What if she doesn't come to find me anymore? If I don't say it, she will remember it forever.

In the next life, your grandmother will still be mine."

After saying that, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

Grandpa looked a little tired, he picked up a piece of cake on the table and put it in my hand: 'Good boy, take it and eat it."

I like to eat the dishes that Grandpa made the most.

That afternoon, I took a book to find Grandpa and let him read it to me. His voice was very deep, when he read, he was extremely attractive to the listener.

'Grandpa read a book to me." I raised my finger and poked Grandpa who was lying on the chair. But no matter what I called, I could never wake him up again.

Grandpa passed away, on that same spring afternoon, also under the tree, also lying on the chair where Grandma lay before she left. Just like Grandma that year, both of them were in a dream, peacefully passing away.

In his hand he held a small clock, inside was a photo of grandma. Inside the photo, Grandma was smiling gently lying on the chair, the corner of her lips also smiling slightly. The sky was blue, the wind was gentle, and Grandpa also passed away forever. I knew he had left, without any regrets. He was chasing her, chasing the person he cherished the most in his life.

In this whole life, Grandpa did not marry, Grandma did not marry, and no one mentioned that year, but it made others jealous for half their lives. "Grandpa, are you looking for grandma?"

I did not hear Grandpa's answer, but I knew that in his life, the most honest thing he had ever done was to pamper my grandma.

Finally, I saw the last handwriting he left in his will.

Milan loves Ashley and loves her forever. Wife, I came to find you.

I was a little surprised, from beginning to end, Grandpa never mentioned the word 'miss", but just one short sentence revealed Grandpa's deep feelings: Grandpa, in the next life, don't lie to my grandma again.

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