don't go near that tree

"Moving...moving bricks?" Wu Chun asked in surprise.

"Yes." Xu Shiyao said, pointing his finger in a certain direction, "That's right there."

Seen from Xu Shiyao's side, grandpa was wearing the same clothes as before, with a towel hanging around his neck. He seemed to be stacking up bricks and moving them to another place together.

He hardly showed any expression during the whole process, like a machine that can only do one thing repeatedly.

Stacking bricks, moving bricks, stacking bricks, wiping sweat.

It was such a process that he repeated back and forth countless times.

Wu Chun anxiously looked in the direction Xu Shiyao was pointing at. He wiped his eyes again, but what was in front of him was still the pile of scattered bricks.

"Why can't I see him?" Wu Chun asked anxiously.

Besides Xu Shiyao, Wu Chun had also seen the soul of another deceased person, so he had the hope to see it.

But at this moment, reality seemed to deliberately oppose him.

"Xu Shiyao, I still can't see my grandfather." Wu Chun tugged at the corner of Xu Shiyao's clothes.The voice was tainted with crying again.

Wu Chun really wanted to see Grandpa.

The parting came too suddenly, and Wu Chun still had a lot to say, but he didn't have time to say it to Grandpa.

Even when he left home this morning, Wu Chun just made an excuse to let him know.

He hadn't had time to say goodbye to his grandfather yet.

Wu Chun's voice, from the anxious and restless at the beginning, gradually turned into a soft sob of longing.

"Xu Shiyao, I really want to meet my grandfather."

Xu Shiyao felt distressed when he saw it. He looked at the busy figure again, and the movements around him couldn't interfere with him.

Xu Shiyao was thinking about countermeasures.

Although it is reasonable to say that he is now in the same world as his grandfather, Xu Shiyao is an exception in this world, and his understanding of this world has gradually been explored in the past few years.

Just tonight, some perceptions have gone awry.

Before that, Xu Shiyao thought that the first thing a person's soul does after death is to go home, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Grandpa seems to be in this place all the time.

I don't know what kind of obsession he has for moving bricks, so that he will take this matter more seriously than "go home and have a look" after his death

Xu Shiyao felt that he needed to ask Wu Chun, but before he could speak, he felt a force pulling his body back.

Only then did Xu Shiyao realize—the time is up.

It's time for him to go down the mountain, and it's time to go back.

It won't take long from going back to returning, but for Wu Chun at this moment, every minute and every second alone is extremely tormenting.

Xu Shiyao couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

In a hurry, Xu Shiyao could only say seven words to Wu Chun: "Wait for me, I'll be right back." Then he disappeared into the night.

Only myself is left around.

Wu Chun froze on the spot, and it took him a long time to realize what happened.

It was already a little cold at night, Wu Chun was only wearing a short sleeve, when the wind blew, the hairs on Wu Chun's arms stood up, causing unprecedented fear.

In the past, Wu Chun longed for the dark night, and the dark night was the time when he met Xu Shiyao, and the fear of the dark night that people have always been afraid of disappeared completely because of the unstoppable love.

Wu Chun squatted on the ground slowly, hugging herself tightly with both hands.

At this moment, his consciousness was slackened, and he faltered and shouted "Grandpa". After a careful pause, he seemed to be calling Xu Shiyao's name again.

He was waiting for Xu Shiyao to come back.

When Xu Shiyao came back, he saw such a scene. He quickly stepped forward and hugged him in his arms.

"I am coming."

Xu Shiyao said soothingly.

The person in his arms was still trembling slightly. Even though his brain was not so clear-headed, Xu Shiyao could tell that his eyes had never deviated from the direction he was pointing from the beginning to the end.

"Wu Chun." Xu Shiyao called out in a low voice.

The man in his arms didn't speak, but moved slightly.

Xu Shiyao understood that this was the reaction given by the other party.

"Did you ever tell your grandfather about moving bricks?"

Moving bricks……

Wu Chun tried his best to search for the memory of these two words in his brain. It seems that he has never mentioned these two words, but instead...

"I remember."

The memory of Wu Chun's brain is frozen in a certain place.

It seems that just last night, grandpa mentioned this word to him several times.

Last night, after Wu Chun chatted with his grandfather, Wu Chun remembered that they chatted happily. They talked about the construction of the village in the future, and they talked about building roads at the door of every house.

At that time, my grandfather still smiled and said, "I'm getting old, so I can't help if I don't work too hard, but I can still help move a few bricks."

Wu Chun replied with a smile, "Grandpa, you can just wait at home and enjoy the blessing."

After that, Wu Chun didn't take this matter to heart, but thinking about it now, even though grandpa never mentioned these two words directly, every sentence after that has more or less connection with these two words. less contact.

To put it simply, it is a sentence, grandpa wants to help him.

But in the eyes of my grandfather, helping move bricks and do some chores is something he can do so far.

Wu Chun recalled the last words they said that night. It was his grandfather who squeezed Wu Chun's arm, and then said in a distressed tone, "You are very tired, Chun Chun, you have lost so much weight in just a few days. If Grandpa can help you Just order something."

"Grandpa is moving bricks."

Wu Chun murmured, as if asking Xu Shiyao, or talking to himself.

"Yes, he is moving bricks." Xu Shiyao replied softly.

"Xu Shiyao." Wu Chun suddenly grabbed the corner of Xu Shiyao's clothes, "Can you communicate with my grandfather?"

Looking at the tearful eyes of his grandfather, Xu Shiyao moved his lips and finally got up, "I'll try."

He walked in the direction of his grandfather.

It's just that grandpa doesn't know it at all.

"Grandpa." Xu Shiyao called softly, but did not get a response, and Xu Shiyao was not discouraged. He called several times in a row, and at the end, he added, "Wu Chun has something to tell you."

Grandpa slowed down, turned his head, looked at Xu Shiyao dully, and moved his lips slightly, as if he was muttering something.

Xu Shiyao leaned forward, barely able to hear what he was saying.

"Move bricks, build roads, and help Chun Chun lighten the burden."

Xu Shiyao's heart trembled, he might understand a little bit, before he thought that people would go home as soon as possible after death, just because home is the first obsession for most people.

But now it seems that the obsession with helping the grandson lighten the burden is greater than going home.

That's why grandpa appears here.

The greatest ability of the elderly is nothing more than doing their best to do things that are insignificant in the eyes of others.

"Did my grandfather tell you anything?" Wu Chun leaned forward and asked.

Xu Shiyao told Wu Chun what he heard.

After Wu Chun finished listening, he stood there in a daze for a long time.

"Why do you think I can't see him?" Wu Chun asked puzzled.

Since he has been given this unique ability, it doesn't matter if he sees one more person.

"Wu Chun." Xu Shiyao didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only reach out and hug him in his arms, "He has always missed you."

Remember yourself...

Wu Chun sighed slowly. He thought of the promises he had never kept, and his heart ached again.

He still remembered that his grandfather said to himself jokingly, "Then Chunchun must build the widest road directly to the gate of the grandfather's house."

"Can my grandfather hear you?" Wu Chun asked.

"What do you want to say."

"You tell him, I will definitely build the widest road, directly in front of the house."

Xu Shiyao repeated these words to his grandfather verbatim.

"Did he hear it?" Wu Chun asked.

It took Xu Shiyao a long time to give an answer.

"He smiled."

"He laughed?" Wu Chun asked.

"Yes, he smiled." Xu Shiyao replied softly.

Wu Chun looked up, only to see Wu Chun faded away at this moment, and the moonlight poured down.

Under the moonlight, Wu Chun seemed to see the brick-moving figure that Xu Shiyao was talking about.

Wu Chun gently raised his right hand, and slowly put it away after a while, but before it fell completely, it was held in the palm of Xu Shiyao's hand.

"I'll be sad for tomorrow." Wu Chun said in a low voice.

"What about tomorrow?" Xu Shiyao asked.

Wu Chun froze for a moment, looking at the figure in front of him who was so dazed that it was unreal, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"After tomorrow, it's time to do what I haven't done yet."

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One edamame:

Finally got to write a chapter tonight