Another strategy? If the target is the enemy, then it's fine.

Wen Wen grabbed his cell phone and ran out, but he did not lock the door when he went out. He just closed it lightly so that his grandmother could go in when she came back.

He was a little confused and didn't know where to start.

He didn't spend much time with his grandmother. His grandmother only started to become ill in recent years. Before that, their relationship had always been very subtle and they rarely talked to each other.

I would always ask him to come over when she was cooking, and we would occasionally talk for a few words, but then there would be no further communication.

After grandma fell ill, she never ran around, and today was the first time.

There was a constant stream of people around him, they were all moving forward, only he was constantly searching.

Strange figures flashed by one after another around, the afterglow gradually faded, and was replaced by the twinkling lights of the city.

The feeling of loneliness reached its peak at this moment.

He took a breath and started walking towards the park.

He knew that he used to go there often when his grandmother was not ill.

Imagination is beautiful. He fantasized all the way that maybe this was the time when grandma would sit on the bench and chat with my friend as usual, but at this moment there was only a lonely wild cat on the bench.

He searched in the park for some time but found nothing.

He really couldn't figure out where his grandmother had gone. He went to all the places he knew, but still found nothing.

He felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have left his grandmother alone at home.

Grandma is the only relative left in his subconscious mind, and he doesn't want to lose this only relative.

People were still coming and going around him, and for a moment he even thought that if he crossed the road now, he could be blown to the distant side by the wind.

That way he could find his father.

This idea was quickly dispelled by him because he became a little impatient as he had not found his grandmother yet.

It was not until we arrived at a small lake not far from the park that we saw the police and many onlookers. The place had been sealed off by the police.

Someone had an accident there.

This fact made Wen Wen feel a little pessimistic.

He always felt that the place seemed to be related to his grandmother.

But at the same time, he felt a little bit unbelievable. How could the old man who was sitting in the living room today become a victim?

He couldn't believe it in his heart, but he couldn't help but run over there.

There were a lot of people gathered around, and Wen Wen stumbled and squeezed to the front. It should be that the accident did not happen long ago, and the body had not been taken away yet, but was just covered with a white cloth. He could vaguely see that the figure was the same as his grandmother's.

"grandmother."

Wen Wen was blocked outside by the seal. There was a slight breeze during this period of time and he felt the wind and sand blinding his eyes. He couldn't help rubbing them, but found some tears in his eyes.

As he rubbed my face like this, hot tears rolled down my cheeks.

He just felt confused.

People around are still discussing it.

"It was so dark, and the children at home still let the old man go out alone. Now he is fine, right? Something must have happened now."

"If you ask me, this kid is really cruel. He was too reluctant to come out to look for the old man at such a late hour. If he had been discovered earlier, he wouldn't have ended up like this... Alas."

Wen Wen moved his lips but couldn't utter the word "Grandma" again.

When he finally found his voice, he heard himself asking in a trembling voice: "The deceased is Huang Ya, and I am his grandson. What should I do next?"

The policeman who was taking notes looked up at Wen Wen and shouted to the back, "The family members are here."

"Don't be too sad. The deceased was initially diagnosed as drowning. There were no other marks on his body, and he probably didn't fight with others. We originally planned to send him to the crematorium first and then contact his family."

By the time everything was done, several hours had passed.

Apart from the initial throbbing pain in his heart, he later found himself gradually becoming numb.

This feeling is really strange.

At first he thought he was stone-hearted towards his grandmother, and he wouldn't have any emotion even if his grandmother was lost. But when his grandmother was really lost, he found himself worried.

And when he found out that his grandmother had passed away, he found himself feeling extremely uncomfortable, to the point of being unable to breathe, but now he found that he was not feeling uncomfortable at all, and his strength had subsided a lot.

For the first time, he felt that he was a very cruel person.

He suddenly realized that he no longer had any relatives in this world. He suddenly realized that perhaps what made him sad was not the death of his grandmother, but the fact that he no longer had any relatives in the world. What he lacked was only companionship.

But in fact, he doesn't have a deep relationship with his grandmother.

Ask a person who strolls in the city and unknowingly reaches the lake.

Whenever he was upset, he often liked to come here. He liked to feel the sea breeze and watch the ripples on the lake.

Occasionally when there is wind, the ends of his hair will be blown slightly, which will make him feel that he actually exists.

He is actually a living being.

Wen Nuan was already on the railing, the sea breeze gently caressing his face, as if he could sense their sadness. The sea breeze was oily. He had read a description of it before -

[The wind is light because it carries the scent of mother. ]

[Mom is worried that you will suffer, but she is more worried that she won’t tell you the reason. She can only caress your face gently. ]

[The breeze blowing past is like mother's palm. 】

Wen Wen couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch and feel it. The sea breeze passed through the gaps between his hands. He stared at the lake. In fact, he could live very well alone.

But if they hadn't told him today that he still had a mother, he would think he could live well on his own.

But now he knows that he has a mother, his mother broke up other people's families, and then his grandmother hates him because of his mother.

He would rather there were no relatives of his in this world.

[Ripples on the lake]

【The breeze brushes my cheeks. 】

He seemed to have forgotten one thing.

He is only sixteen years old this year, which is the prime of his youth. He should not be sad about these trivial matters, because his entire youth belongs to him.

He looked at the moon in the sky. Today the moon was quite round, bright and bright.

Wen Wen suddenly laughed out loud.

Although he also felt that his current behavior was quite wrong.

There is only one year when you are sixteen. The days to come may be bright, but you only have this year, so every day is important. You should not be sad about anything. Every day in the future should be sunny.

He suddenly opened his arms, as if embracing the wind, or more like embracing the moon in the distance.

The sky is dotted with stars, competing with the moon for brightness.

It was also as if there was wind and clouds were moving, hiding most of the moon and obscuring a lot of its light.