Lens

"Mr. Pezhua, here is your letter." The servant put the letter on the long table covered with crochet lace cloth.

"Well, go down." Ron picked up the coffee cup, took a sip slowly, put down the newspaper, picked up the letter, and walked to the study. "Rolin Pezhua, scoff." Ron took out the letter opener, opened it bit by bit along the seal, and took out the letter. "Let me see what these old guys will write for me. It's the best one about heritage, a group of old people." Ron sat on the chair by the window, drew the scarlet curtains, opened the letter paper and began to read .

"To Ron Pezhua, it doesn't look like it was written by those old people. Rosenoli Pezhua, grandfather, urge me to go back to the ancestral house, tsk."

Ron rang the bell and waited for the maid to clean up for him.

"Mr. Pezhua."

"Karin, I will go out tomorrow, about three or four days, I hope you can take care of the housework, can you?"

"Of course, Mr. Pezhua. Then I will pack your things first."

"Dinglingling—" the phone rang.

"This is Pezhua's house, who are you looking for?" Kailin answered the phone and asked, "Mr. is looking for you." Kailin put the phone on the table and said softly.

"Hello, I'm Ron Pezhua, what! Rosenolli Pezhua has been admitted to the God's Love Hospital?! Oh, yes! I'll be right there!" Ron put down the phone in a hurry, " Karin, pack some clothes for me, I'm leaving tonight!"

The lights are on, and the night is still young.The moth flapped its wings under the streetlight in front of the hospital. Ron yawned and pressed the elevator.

"I have arrived."

The woman's sobs and mixed words came from the phone, "The seventh on the left, grandfather is waiting for you."

"OK."

Ron straightened himself up, he was so tired. "Sister."

"Come in, Grandpa is waiting for you."

The oppressive lights in the corridor, the faces of the relatives sitting on the cold benches all looked very tired and sad.

Pushing open the door of the ward, the transparent infusion tube that came into view was slowly infusing liquid. "Comeon! boy." (I know it's annoying to use English for a while and Chinese for a while.) The old man with blue and white stripes shook his hand on the bed.

"Grandfather." Ron squatted down and looked at the old man.

"I have something for you, maybe it's not enough to make up for your pain, but I think it can only belong to you, it's under my pillow, take it out." The old man's hands trembling He pointed down.

"Okay, grandpa." Ron was a little strange, but he knew it couldn't be a gem, or a passbook, and Pezhua was always the famous "pennypincher (stinger)".Ron gently raised the old man's hand with one hand, and touched it under the pillow with the other hand, and touched a piece of paper, thinking in his heart that it might really be a passbook, and it was really the blessing of the Lord.

"I think I may have touched it, grandfather."

"Okay, good boy, take it out."

Ron pinched it out with two fingers and put his grandfather's "noble" head back in place.

"Look, the wonders of the Creator," his grandfather exclaimed in a tone impossible for a dying man.Ron thought he was dying and started thanking the Lord.He was holding something he took out from under his grandfather's pillow, with some words written on it - The great god, Ineverthoughtinoldageforyouth, butIthinkifheis, everythingispossible.

Flipping it over, it was a black and white photo of a man wearing costume-like clothes leaning on the back of a chair. It was so beautiful that it could not be described in words. It was like the inexplicable intersection of black and red, but it was vivid and even full of temptation.

"Then may God bless you, grandfather." Ron put away the photo, stood up, whispered, and left the ward.

"What did grandfather say! Did he give you anything!"

"What did he give me?"

"Enough, Ron, talk!"

"Oh, elder sister, I'm sorry, I don't have the patience to argue with you anymore, it's already one o'clock, I should go to bed, as for what my grandfather gave me, won't you know when he sleeps forever?" Ron He said vicious words softly, then walked to the elevator and pressed the button, "Then goodbye."

"Ron!"

"Looks like a lioness!" Ron walked into the elevator and said to himself, "Show me this photo again." Ron said and took out the photo.

"What's going on! My eyes are fine!" Ron rubbed his eyes, and then looked at the people in the photo.In the photo, the man's posture has changed, and he is leaning on the arm of the chair.

"My name is Jia Yushi, what time is it?"

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The great god, Ineverthought in old age for youth, but I think if he is, everything is possible.