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#459 - Chapter 458 Grandpa's Story

"Grandpa, please sit down. Would you like some wine? Let me pour you a little."

Qi Jing moved a small square table and two long benches from the empty base, and poured a glass of Qingyi wine for the old man.

In addition, he also placed a torch lamp on the table, which could enhance the warmth.

The sky was getting dark, a lone lamp in the desert, fine wine and an old man, handsome men and beautiful women, wasn't this the perfect atmosphere for listening to stories?

"Wine, n-no, I'll drink!"

After the old man sat down, he subconsciously wanted to refuse the wine, but he didn't know what he suddenly thought of. He obviously changed his mind, picked up the glass and poured it into his mouth.

"Sigh... ha... Good wine! It's been many years since I've touched wine. So comfortable."

After a glass, his expression was first one of joy after breaking the rules, then his brow suddenly furrowed, and after a moment, he quietly relaxed, and a smile reappeared on his face:

"Why did I suddenly think of the past? Well, it's good, I can sort it out. Actually, my story is very boring. Those young people before thought it was uninteresting."

"Don't worry, Grandpa, we're free and we love listening to stories."

"Mm-hmm."

"Hehe, I can tell, you two are very similar to me when I was young. You are both unconventional little people."

The old man took off the camera hanging around his neck, turned it over and pointed to the screen above, and said:

"There are photos of us when we were young on this. Let me show you. I was very handsome when I was young, no worse than you, young man."

The camera showed a photo, an old photo taken on a table.

In the picture, a handsome young man wearing old-fashioned overalls stood on the top of a mountain, with large silkworm-like eyes and fluffy bangs, with a very restrained expression.

Tan Zuoyin glanced at it and echoed:

"Grandpa, you were really handsome when you were young."

"Right? Little girl has good eyes. Come, look at the next one."

The old man's next photo was still an old photo, the same mountaintop, but there was a girl in blue overalls beside him. The young man's expression was not so restrained, but with a shy smile.

"This is my wife, childhood sweetheart, beautiful, right?"

"Beautiful."

"What I'm going to tell is the story of the two of us."

It wouldn't be a tragic story, would it?

The old man came to this desert alone, and Qi Jing couldn't help but suspect that the old man's other half had passed away.

But looking at the smile on the old man's face, he denied this guess.

How could anyone tell a tearjerker story with a smile?

"We were neighbors since we were young, grew up together, worked together, and naturally became husband and wife. Then we had two sons and a daughter, and slowly grew old. The story is over. How was it? Wonderful or not?"

After saying that, the corners of the old man's mouth raised in a wide grin, as if he felt particularly happy about successfully teasing people.

Qi Jing pursed his lips.

The small glass of drink in his hand hadn't even reached his mouth yet, and the story was over?

Tan Zuoyin echoed again:

"Wonderful, so wonderful!"

The old man sighed and said slowly:

"Right? How can a perfect life not be wonderful? But stories without details are always uninteresting. Every story is liked because of the details.

My mouth is very clumsy, and I can't tell those little details, so the story is not so attractive.

Thank you for sitting here and listening to an old man's nagging.

Cough cough, I'm going to start again.

My lover has an interesting soul. Her dream is the whole world. She likes to travel everywhere. This photo was taken in the mountains of our hometown before we got married.

Her studies have been better than mine since she was a child, so naturally she thinks more than me.

At that time, she shouted at the foot of the mountain that she would rush down the mountain sooner or later, become a free bird, break free from the shackles of the world, and soar between the vast mountains and rivers.

Whenever she was free, she would fantasize about the story of wandering around freely in the future.

But I am an honest person who likes to be conservative.

I don't have such a big ideal, and I don't think about the distance when I'm free. I only know how to guard that small piece of land, and carefully calculate the firewood, rice, oil, and salt at home every day.

But even so, she loved me very much, and was willing to tell me her dreams, share with me the little stories and insights she read from books.

She would also take me to wander around the mountains, catch fish by the river, and watch the starry sky in the fields and talk about the future.

After that, we got married quickly, and she gave birth to a baby smoothly.

And her dream was delayed by the pressure of our lives.

Husband and children, giving birth to children.

Marriage seems to have become a shackle, locking her free heart, forcing her to be trapped by my side.

However, she never complained. Every time I asked her if she wanted to travel, she would always say that the dream she made when she was young was far less important than being with the right person.

It seems that she gave up that ideal, she became family-oriented, and became the same as me.

My stupid brain just believed it foolishly, and rarely mentioned this matter again.

Until we grew old, we never left home to see the so-called distance.

Actually, I never knew why such an excellent person would always stick to me. She obviously has a very unrestrained soul, but she is willing to live an ordinary life with me.

The son grew up a little, taking care of the daughter, the daughter grew up a little, and then taking care of the youngest son. When the youngest son could take care of himself, the grandson was born.

Since getting married, there has never been a moment of free time.

Looking back now, it's all because we got married too early. Her life was trapped by me. If I could have given up that job, ignored the family's arrangements, and wandered around with her outside, would we have been happier?

Speaking of this, the old man took another sip of wine, moistened his throat, and sighed again:

"Three years ago, my lover was diagnosed with an incurable disease. At that time, I realized that her life might just pass like this.

She hasn't seen those distant places in the books, hasn't heard those vast broadcasts, and is about to be buried in this ordinary and mediocre family.

I finally woke up. I want to take her away, abandon the firewood, rice, oil, and salt at home, and give up the healthy old house that I have guarded for a lifetime.

So I secretly made a bucket list, hiding it from my son, hiding it from my daughter, hiding it from everyone, and took her away from that cold hospital to fulfill her dream when she was young.

For the first time, we walked out of that small town, went to the distant Arctic to see the aurora, arrived at the cold Antarctic to see penguins, witnessed whales swimming in the sea, and saw the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Finally, she fell on the windy top of the world, with deep love in her heart and the last magnificent chapter of her life.

I took her remains back home, but the funeral was too sad, so I ran out again, taking her unfinished dreams to go around the world.

Today is the 26,082nd day since we met. I came to this desert, took pictures of you, and told this story.

What I want to say to you is.

You must cherish your dreams, do what you yearn for, eliminate the regrets in your heart, bravely open your hearts, and pursue every meaning of life that belongs to you.

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a precious gift from God, seize it and go all out!"