The harbor city in the twelfth lunar month is suddenly warm and then cold.

The weather today is not good, it is gloomy and brings a depressing feeling.

Climbing up the stairs, along a stone path, and turning a corner, Cai Zhiliang saw his mother, squatting alone in front of the tombstone.

Zhao Baoxiu was wearing a black woolen coat and was visiting the grave of her own mother, Cai Zhiliang's grandmother.

Today is the death anniversary of Grandma Cai Zhiliang.

"Mom, that person...he, he didn't come..."

Cai Zhiliang heard a burst of sobbing and quickly stepped forward to comfort his mother.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Zhao Baoxiu hurriedly turned around and saw that it was her son, her eyes that suddenly bloomed with dazzling brilliance dimmed instantly.

Cai Zhiliang was helpless. As her only child, he understood his mother's mood at the moment.

The person his mother wanted to see most at the moment was his grandfather, not him, because today was the anniversary of his grandmother's death, but his grandfather did not appear here, so the mother was a little sad.

Cai Zhiliang knelt down and held his mother's shoulders, comforting him: "Mom, it's still early, grandpa must be on his way here..."

Zhao Baoxiu got up from her son's arms, wiped the tears from her face with her hands, and looked at the end of the stone path in trance.

"Mom, why aren't you with grandpa?" Cai Zhiliang asked cautiously.

Zhao Baoxiu looked at Cai Zhiliang and suddenly said angrily: "Don't he know what day today is..."

Cai Zhiliang was caught off guard and sat down on the ground. In his memory, his mother had never been so cruel to him, and now he could only smile bitterly.

Zhao Baoxiu picked up her son from the ground, patted the dust on his clothes, and said, "A-Liang, kowtow to your grandma..."

"Okay." Cai Zhiliang stood up and stood directly in front of the tombstone.

"Wait a minute..." Before Cai Zhiliang could kowtow, he was stopped by Zhao Baoxiu and said, "First bow, then kowtow. Kneel your legs one by one. How many times have I told you not to hit the ground with both knees at the same time."

His mother still followed the rules of the older generation, and Cai Zhiliang felt helpless about this. He stood up straight again, then bowed, first with his right leg, then with his left leg, and repeated this twice.

"Ouch..." After squatting for a long time, Zhao Baoxiu's legs felt numb.

"Slow down..." Cai Zhiliang helped Zhao Baoxiu pace.

Cai Zhiliang glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was almost noon, but he still hadn't seen his grandfather.

For as long as Cai Zhiliang can remember, he and his mother have come here every year to visit his grandmother's grave on this day, and his grandfather has never been absent. But this routine is about to be broken. After noon, his grandfather will probably not come.

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Cai Zhiliang has never met his grandmother, but he often hears her grandfather and mother mention her as a gentle and kind-hearted person.

The life of his mother, Zhao Baoxiu, seemed to Cai Zhiliang to be a bit sad. Every time, when he mentioned his grandmother, his mother's eyes would have a strange look.

The happiest time in Zhao Baoxiu's life was during her childhood.

Grandpa Zhao Hongde was from Zhejiang. When the Japanese invaded Zhejiang, he fled all the way to Hong Kong. In Hong Kong, he met Lu Ni from Shanghai, got married, and gave birth to a daughter, Cai Zhiliang's mother, Zhao Baoxiu the following year.

Zhao Baoxiu had a happy childhood, with a happy family, the love of her parents, and a lovely younger brother.

Happy time is always short-lived. When Zhao Baoxiu was nine years old, her younger brother died of illness, which brought a huge blow to this happy family. Lu Ni could not bear the pain of losing her son, and fell ill immediately.

He lay in bed for several months and then passed away.

There are three major misfortunes in life, and the first one is the loss of a relative in childhood. Later, her father Zhao Hongde married another person. For the young Zhao Baoxiu, maybe her stepmother was good to her, but she was not her biological mother. Her carefree childhood was gone forever.

Return.

After that, Zhao Baoxiu went to school, graduated, and married Cai Mingchao under the arrangement of her father. Soon after, she gave birth to Cai Zhiliang, forming a complete family.

After Cai Zhiliang graduated from university, he followed his father Cai Mingchao to work in his family's newspaper office. In August last year, Cai Mingchao and Cai Zhiliang collided with an out-of-control truck on their way home from get off work. Both father and son suffered severe brain trauma. , unconscious.

After emergency rescue by the hospital, although Cai Mingchao saved his life, he became a vegetative state and could only lie in bed, not knowing when he would wake up.

As for Cai Zhiliang, he lost his heartbeat for a time. After an electric shock, Cai Zhiliang miraculously recovered his heartbeat, but he was fused with another soul, a soul of the 21st century. He did not say anything, but silently sought verification, and finally believed that he could

See the future clearly, although not all of it.

Zhao Baoxiu seemed to have been tricked by fate and almost lost her husband and son in middle age.

"What time is it?" Zhao Baoxiu's calm tone revealed an aura of indifference.

"It's still early. Just wait a little longer. Grandpa might have gone here again." Cai Zhiliang didn't want his mother to be disappointed.

"Silly boy, let's go, don't wait for him."

Cai Zhiliang knew that his mother was angry and resentful, otherwise she would not just mention "him" without a title.

Zhao Baoxiu stood in front of the tombstone, facing her mother's photo, and said, "Mom, A-Liang and I will visit you later."

Cai Zhiliang also said goodbye: "Grandma, my mother and I are leaving first. If you need anything else, remember to entrust me with your dreams at night..."

Listening to Cai Zhiliang's words, Zhao Baoxiu felt a little sad and said: "Your grandma has never seen you, can she recognize you?"

Cai Zhiliang said: "Grandma is such a kind and kind person. I will definitely recognize her if I see her."

As the mother and son said this, they walked along the stone path to the outside of the cemetery, slowly diluting Zhao Baoxiu's sadness and resentment.

"Miss, Mr. Zhao asked me to pick you up."

When Cai Zhiliang and Zhao Baoxiu were about to leave, they met Ding Kang. Ding Kang had been Zhao Hongde's driver for thirty years. It had become a habit to call Zhao Baoxiu "Miss". Mr. Zhao refers to Cai Zhiliang's grandfather.

"Uncle Kang..." Cai Zhiliang greeted.

Zhao Baoxiu only saw Ding Kang but not his father. Unable to conceal his disappointment and resentment, Zhao Baoxiu asked: "Akang, where is my father? Why didn't he come?"

Ding Kang naturally heard Zhao Baoxiu's dissatisfaction and said: "Mr. Zhao had a fever when he woke up this morning and his throat was dry and hoarse. He just saw the doctor."

"Is it serious?" Although Zhao Baoxiu was dissatisfied at this time, she was still very concerned about Zhao Hongde's body. After all, he was his father.

"The doctor prescribed some medicine. Mr. Zhao had already taken it when I came. There should be no serious problem."

"Oh." Zhao Baoxiu nodded and said, "Ah Liang, go drive."

Cai Zhiliang responded and went to pick up the car.

Ding Kang thought that Zhao Baoxiu was going to visit Zhao Hongde, so he hurriedly said: "Miss, take my car."

Zhao Baoxiu waved her hand and said: "No, it's getting late. I have to go see Mingchao in the afternoon. I'll go back to see him another day."
Chapter completed!