The death of a loved one is not a rainstorm, but the long humidity of this life. ——(Anonymous)
Jiang Suichu accidentally read this sentence before, but he didn't quite understand it at the time.
Now, she wakes up in the middle of the night inexplicably, feeling empty inside.
The room was dark, with only a little light from the night light beside the bed. She lay flat on the bed, staring at a certain place in the dim room, tears flowing out uncontrollably, and then she suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.
The pain is not just the moment when grandma leaves, but every moment of missing her in the long life to come.
The emotions were overwhelming. She turned over and lay on her side, bending her body as much as possible, hiding in bed and crying softly.
Outside the door, Lu Zhinian leaned his back against the wall, lowered his head and listened quietly to the sobbing in the room, his throat rough and rolling. Jiang Suichu has been silent since she returned to the Lu family yesterday, although she pretends to be relaxed in front of Shu Yuan and Lu Shenghua. But Lu Zhinian knew that she just didn't want them to worry.
Bang~
Suddenly there was a sound of something falling to the ground in the room, and it hit the floor with a dull sound. Lu Zhinian was startled, turned around and hurriedly opened the door and walked in quickly.
Jiang Suichu sat barefoot on the edge of the bed, about to get out of bed to pick up the night light that she accidentally knocked down. Hearing the sound at the door, she turned her head suddenly and could vaguely see a tall figure in the darkness.
There was a familiar smell to her in the air, which was light and made her nervous heart calm down bit by bit.
Just as she was about to take out some tissues to wipe her tears, she accidentally pulled the power cord of the night light and threw it to the ground. Now, the only light in the room is gone, and everything is surrounded by quiet darkness.
She looked at the figure in the darkness and called him softly, "Lu Zhinian?"
Lu Zhinian turned on the light in the room and saw her sitting peacefully by the bed, and his heart slowly dropped.
"Yeah." He responded softly, looking at the broken night light on the ground, slowly walked over and knelt down in front of her, "What's wrong?"
There were still tears on her eyelids, and for some reason she suddenly felt aggrieved when she saw him. She pointed to the fragments on the ground and murmured: "I accidentally broke the night light."
Lu Zhinian kept looking at her. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her eyelids with his index finger. "It doesn't matter. We can just buy another one tomorrow."
He didn't blame her. Jiang Suchu's chin trembled slightly, and he looked into his eyes and nodded slowly, "...Hmm."
The ground was a mess, with paper towels, lamp holders, and lampshade fragments scattered all over the floor. She pursed her lower lip and wanted to get out of bed to clean up. Before her toes touched the floor, Lu Zhinian held her shoulders down.
Lu Zhinian tilted his head and asked her in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"
Jiang Suichu: "...Take care of it."
Lu Zhinian glanced at the ground. There were fragments of lampshades everywhere, and she might step on them with her bare feet.
He raised his chin and motioned for her to sit inside, "You sit on the bed and I'll do it."
As he spoke, he squatted on the ground and picked up the things scattered on the ground one by one. The broken lampshade fragments were a bit sharp, so he wrapped them piece by piece in paper towels and packed them in a garbage bag. He was a little worried, worried that there were tiny pieces of glass that had not been cleaned up, so he went to the study to find a roll of tape and rolled it on the floor. As expected, a lot of it stuck to it.
Jiang Suchu sat on the bed and looked at him quietly. After he finished cleaning up and went out to throw away the garbage, she slowly moved out of bed, leaned back against the bed and sat on the plush carpet with her knees bent.
Lu Zhinian was worried that Aunt Wu would hurt her hand when she was picking up the trash tomorrow morning, so she took it downstairs and threw it away. When he came back from throwing away the garbage, he saw Jiang Suchu sitting quietly on the carpet, hugging his legs, looking blankly at where he was looking.
He walked over softly and squatted in front of her, "Why are you sitting on the ground?"
Jiang Suichu reacted slowly and looked up at him, "Oh... I just want to sit here for a while."
Lu Zhinian paused, then sat next to her with one hand on the ground, "Okay, I'll accompany you."
Her feet were bare, and her shiny white toes were slightly sunken into the plush carpet. Lu Zhinian lowered his eyes, then stood up and brought back a blanket from the cabinet.
He wrapped the blanket around her body like a child.
Lu Zhinian touched her cheek with his hand and said softly: "Do you miss grandma?"
His hand was big and warm. Jiang Suchu gently rubbed his face with it as if greedily, and choked, "....Hmm."
Lu Zhinian lowered his eyes and looked at the end of her red eyes, stroking her face with his thumb, "Jiang Suichu, do you still remember a line from "Coco" we watched?"
Jiang Suichu raised his eyes to look at him, recalling in his mind. Just when she thought about which line he might have said, Lu Zhinian's deep voice slowly read it out.
"The real death is that nO One in the WOrld rememberS yOU."
(The real departure is not death, but forgetfulness.)
Lu Zhinian's voice coincided with the voice she was thinking silently in her heart.
Lu Zhinian knew that she still remembered, "Zhuzhu, as long as we still remember grandma, grandma has never really left."
Jiang Suchu looked at him, his eyes filled with water, "Really?"
"Yes." Lu Zhinian placed his palm on her face and gently pressed her head on his shoulder, "I heard that after death, people will turn into small particles and spread in every corner of the world. Become a part of this world. She is in the fragrance of flowers you smell in spring, she is in the wind you blow in summer, she is in the colorful clouds you see in the sky in autumn, and she will turn into snowflakes and fall on your shoulders in winter. Hugs to you."
He spoke in a low voice, and Jiang Suchu leaned on his shoulder, his thoughts seeming to have drifted far away.
Lu Zhinian lowered his eyes and took her hand, gently squeezing it in his palm, "Jiang Suichu, let me take you to see the snow."
"Looking at the snow?" Jiang Suichu looked sideways at him.
It doesn't snow in Yun City in winter.
Lu Zhinian tilted his head and rubbed his chin gently on her forehead, "Well, I'll take you to Beicheng to see the snow and find grandma."
Jiang Suchu was stunned, feeling the slight thorniness of his chin on his forehead, which was a sign of a young man's growth. She took the initiative to rub the beard on his chin that had not yet fully sprouted, and felt as if her empty heart was finally filled.
She lowered her head, buried her face in his neck, bit her lip and let out a choked sob, "...Okay."
As she breathed, heat seeped into his clothes from the collar. Lu Zhinian's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned sideways and reached out to hold her in his arms.
His palms were pressed against her back, patting her gently.
