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Over the past three years, we have learned to smile and laugh, pretending to be strong in front of everyone, only each other knows that we still have vulnerabilities, once touched, the sadness becomes unstoppable.

"Weiwei!" She held my hand with a heavy heart and said, "Don't hate him, after all, he is your father."

She held my hand and looked out the window, asking, "Have you eaten?"

The old man turned down the volume of the TV. I stood up and respectfully greeted him before preparing to leave. As I was leaving, my grandmother handed me a dark green umbrella and said, "You didn't bring an umbrella when you came, did you? Take this with you!"

I nodded and briefly mentioned the important parts of our meeting at the coffee shop. I didn't mention his sadness or my pain, as if it was just a regular meeting between me and my creditor. He gave me some money, and I accepted it, but I will repay him.

I have finished eating, I will go back to my room first.

"Deception!" I also laughed, "You didn't talk to me for several days because I dyed my hair red."

This is the third time, the first two were just warm-ups, but this time it will definitely be its turn.

Her hair is black! She smiled with relief and said, "Actually, slightly red hair looks good too."

Opening the book, on the title page are the elegant words of my mother, which read: "I hope you can remember me, remember how I lived, and how I stayed by your side."

Carrying an umbrella and going out, large raindrops hit the umbrella surface, pitter-patter. When I reached the intersection, I watched the numbers on the opposite side of the road change from green to red again and again. My mind went blank, and the palm holding the umbrella handle was burned and painful.

Okay, okay, okay, I was just talking nonsense. Do you want to watch TV and have some jujube cake? This time I bought it from your favorite shop. We waited in line for a long time! People say that after old people reach a certain age, they become like children. My grandmother, who didn't like sweets when she was young, has been constantly asking me to bring her various desserts these past two years. Unfortunately, the doctor advised against eating too much. Every time I bring less, she complains for a long time, just like a child who can't have candy.

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That boy who changes the frequency of my heartbeat, can he make me love him recklessly and finally say, "I hope you can remember me, remember me who stayed by your side like this?"

Well, just came to see me. Don't overthink it. Grandma has been wanting to say something to you today, but it has nothing to do with him. Grandma patted my hand holding the umbrella and said, "Weiwei, in life, we should learn to go with the flow and not take things too seriously."

Did you meet your father? Grandma suddenly asked me. She must have wanted to ask me this question since the moment we met. I could see it in her eyes, the hesitation to speak.

I'm fine, it's just that when I saw this woman, I was reminded of your mother. It's strange to say, it's my fault. She looked at the woman screaming loudly on TV, as if she saw another world. "When she was young, she was doted on by me and your grandfather. After getting married, she was doted on by your father. We all wanted to give her the best things in the world. In the more than thirty years before the divorce, she had a smooth sailing life, so she was devastated after suffering such a blow." When she was young, she was doted on by me and your grandfather. After getting married, she was doted on by your father. We all wanted to give her the best things in the world. In the more than thirty years before the divorce, she had a smooth sailing life, so she was devastated after suffering such a blow. A man who loved his wife so much suddenly left one day, we didn't expect it, and your mother didn't expect it.

The figure of that man emerged in my mind, I shook my head trying to shake off this possibility, how could Grandma possibly see him?

You are just as stubborn as your mother, and once you set your mind on something, you rarely change it. Grandmother gently stroked my long hair and sighed softly, "Grandmother just doesn't want you to be as tired as your mother, do you understand?"

Some things we can't forget, my mother's departure is a wound that my grandmother and I can never heal. There was a time when I was very afraid to see her, and once I saw her, I couldn't help but cry. I hate being so fragile.

When I entered the room, my grandmother was sitting in the rocking chair with her eyes half closed, not sure if she was asleep or awake. When she heard a sound, she moved her index finger on the armrest, like a slow-motion scene in a movie. She turned her head, and her originally pale face gained a bit of radiance: "Weiwei is here!"

Has he come?