Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 751 Hesitation

Da…Da…Da…

The owner of the footsteps appeared.

It is the old woman.

Grandma’s walking stick hit the bluestone slab at the entrance of the courtyard. She walked out of the crowd, turned around and smiled apologetically at the others, “I’ll go in and take a look.”

“It’s okay, mother-in-law, don’t worry, we can wait,” a tall middle-aged man said, “Mr. Ask may be still preparing.”

The mother-in-law nodded and walked into the hut tremblingly with a cane.

The door is closed.

Xiaolan and they looked at each other.

“Should we follow up?” Qin Yin asked.

Wen Ling walked towards the door without waiting for others to answer.

They walked through the phantom of the wall and saw Grandpa Wen Ling sitting at the calligraphy table.

He looked up at the mother-in-law in front of him, thought for a while, and put down the brush in his hand.

“People are waiting outside,” the mother-in-law pointed out the window, “What happened?”

“I… still have to think about it,” Grandpa Wenling gave a light cough and shook his head. “Tell them to go back first. I’m sorry, I troubled you, old sister.”

“It’s okay,” the mother-in-law put the crutches in front of her, propped her hands, and asked seriously, “What else do you want to think about?”

“I don’t know how to say this.”

Grandpa Wen Ling picked up the brush again, dipped it in some ink, lifted the pen and stopped on top of the paper, his movements were sluggish, until a plump ink dripped onto the word “An” that he had just written, he seemed to regain his soul. After putting down the brush, he sighed again when he looked at the ruined handwriting.

“Great move?” the mother-in-law asked, “What’s so hard to say?”

Grandpa Wenling looked far away and looked at the people outside the window. The people outside the window also saw him and bowed halfway in the distance.

“You let them go first.”

“Okay,” when the mother-in-law walked to the door, she turned around and exclaimed, “I’ll be back later.”

“Okay…grandmother wait a minute!” Grandpa Wen Ling suddenly got up from his chair, and took a few steps forward, “Where did Wen Ling go?”

Wen Ling trembled violently.

Seeing that Grandpa Wenling was desperate, her mother-in-law laughed, “Are you confused? Wenling was studying outside and came back later.”

“Yes, studying…” Grandpa Wenling slowly put down his hand, “I am always confused.”

“You? You don’t have one, your days are still long,” the mother-in-law chuckled and walked out the door, “It’s me, it’s probably just the past few months.”

“Mother-in-law…”

The mother-in-law waved her hand and went out.

Grandpa Wenling stared at the mother-in-law outside the window, lost consciousness for a while, walked a few steps in the house, quickly decided what was normal, and resolutely pushed open the door of Wenling’s bedroom.

He looked at the pink shrouded in sunlight.

A long sigh.

Grandpa Wenling stepped into Wenling’s bedroom, went straight to the bookshelf, reached out and fumbled on it for a while, selected one of them, and withdrew it.

It is the “Wen Tian”.

He opened it.

The title page is blank.

Sure enough, these words were really left by Grandpa Wenling.

Has he anticipated all this since then?

After finishing writing, Grandpa Wenling inserted the book back to the original place. Before leaving, he looked at the photo frame placed on Wenling’s table.

Long time.

Grandpa Wenling’s eyes were slightly red.

He uttered the last sigh, flicked his sleeve, and left the bedroom.

When everyone went out, the sunlight outside the window had changed its angle.

Time has begun to jump, and it is now evening.

Grandpa Wenling is still sitting on the wooden chair, but the whole person seems to shrink a little, pale hair, no longer the sharp old man with spirit, but a wandering shadow like a wandering spirit.

A figure appeared in his sight.

Grandpa Wenling suddenly sat upright.

Wen Ling looked at that self, two lines of tears slid down.

The old Wen Ling walked into the yard and saw her grandfather through the window. She immediately laughed. She bounced into the house, dropped her backpack and ran over, and took her grandfather’s hand.

“Lord!…hungry!”

Xiaolan almost laughed.

Good guy, it really is Wenling’s style.

“The meal is in the kitchen, everything is ready…” Wen Ling grandpa smiled kindly, “Wen Ling…”

“Huh?” Asking Ling tilted his head.

Grandpa Wenling looked at her innocent eyes, and the words in his heart suddenly got stuck.

“It’s nothing,” he patted Ling’s hand, “let’s eat first.”

Wen Ling on the dining table was still like that. He was happy when he saw the meal, and it was delicious. After the meal, Wen Ling was about to clean the dishes, but his grandfather reached out and stopped her.

“Wen Ling, go out with grandpa.”

Wen Ling happily followed, the eyes of Wen Ling were crying, and he choked at the scene in front of him.

Xiaolan looked at the sky outside the window, and then at the clothes of the two.

Although I can’t remember clearly, it seems that this is the scene I saw in the memory of Wen Ling.

Wen Ling slung his grandfather’s hand, the grandfather and grandson walked slowly, and when they reached the edge of the stockade, Grandpa Wen Ling stopped.

Wen Ling turned his head and looked at him curiously.

That’s right, this is the scene.

“Wen Ling,” Grandpa’s eyes are calm, his tone is soft, “You go.”

Qing Ling looked around, puzzled.

“grandfather?”

“Leave us, leave Weiruozhai,” Grandpa Wenling paused, almost squeezing these words from the deepest part of his heart, “You, you should go out.”

“Grandpa…” Wenling understood what grandpa meant, and the boss pursed his mouth unhappily.

Looking at her reaction, it shouldn’t be the first time Grandpa mentioned this to her.

“This time is different. I’m not talking about going to college outside the stockade.” Grandpa Wen Ling’s face became serious. “I’m talking about leaving here, leaving Luliang. You’re older. It’s time to go outside.”

Qing Ling was stunned.

“That’s it,” Grandpa Wenling ignored her astonishment, deliberately keeping his eyes away, and said, “Tomorrow noon, I will send you out of the mountain.”

“grandfather!”

“You shouldn’t be with me for the rest of your life, and you can’t be with me for the rest of your life,” the surrounding scenes began to change, only the gradually blurred voice of Grandpa Wen Ling echoed, “You should do what your parents failed to do, Wen Ling , Go ahead.”

Xiaolan thought that the next scene would be Wen Ling and grandpa’s parting, but his grandfather probably didn’t want Wen Ling to recall the sadness at that time again, or perhaps he didn’t want bystanders to see Wen Ling lying on the ground and refusing to go down the mountain. In the next scene, I switched back directly to the bamboo forest.

The huge open space was full of people.

Grandpa Wenling stood among the crowd, his eyes firm.

“Ask Mr.,” someone in the crowd said, “Is it a big move?”

Grandpa Wenling raised his head slightly, his voice was loud and loud.

“Not only Daqian,” his brows were not frowned, and his expression was firm, “this time, I still need to…return my eyes.”

(End of this chapter)