Those Unspoken Confessions (How About a Glass of Americano to Calm Down?...)

52 国 The National Actor Has a Crush on Me Ten Miles of Wine FragranceModern Romance2.6M Wordscompleted 25kReads9.5Score4.1kShelves

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Sweet pet + rebirth + double power! ! ! The heroine is very smart, she is so cool, her breasts are smooth after watching it! ! ! Another feature of this book is that it is very well written, and all the holes that need to be filled are filled in. It makes people feel very happy after reading it. The author's writing style is also very good, and the deputy CP is also very good [smirking] I highly recommend it! ! !

53 姥 Grandpa, See You in Heaven Jiang Wenlicompleted —Reads9.5Score—Shelves

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### Summary of the story - **Summer Time**: Ten-year-old Lin Xiaoyu and her ninety-year-old grandfather spent a peaceful summer in the old house in 1978, observing the movement of the sun and listening to various sounds to feel the slowly passing childhood time. - **Sound memory**: Xiaoyu pays special attention to various sounds in life - the roar of trains, street hawkers, cicadas and insects. These sounds form an important part of her childhood memories and are also topics of daily communication between her and her grandfather. - **Accident**: In a sudden heavy rain, grandpa accidentally fell down to protect Xiaoyu. This accident made Xiaoyu realize for the first time his grandpa's aging and fragility. - **Life Class**: During her recovery period, her grandfather told Xiaoyu the principle of life cycle. Through the story of the old locust tree, he made her understand that life and death are the laws of nature, and taught her to cherish the present time. - **Seasonal Flow**: With the arrival of autumn, grandpa's health deteriorated, but he persisted in teaching Xiaoyu how to recognize various leaves and convey the wisdom of life in ordinary daily life. - **Last Gift**: Before his death, my grandfather gave Xiaoyu the notebook that recorded the voice, and asked her to remember these good things and continue to create new memories. This gift became the link between the past and the future. This writing section mainly focuses on the details of Xiaoyu's daily life with his grandfather, as well as the profound dialogue between his grandfather and his grandson about life and death after his grandfather fell down, showing the deep family ties between the two generations. ---Childhood is like a dream. I still remember those lazy sunny afternoons. The sunlight slowly climbed from the east window lattice to the west wall, and the light and shadow changed like a silent movie. In the summer of 1978, I was ten years old and my grandfather was ninety. We lived in a bungalow with a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city. The days were so slow that it seemed like they would never end. "Xiao Yu, come and help grandpa count the trains." Grandpa sat on the wicker chair and looked out the window with squinted eyes. His voice seemed to come from far away, with the hoarseness and gentleness unique to the elderly. I put down the paper frog I was playing with and ran to my grandpa. Not far behind the window is the railway, and a train rumbles past every once in a while. Grandpa said it was a "long steel queue", and I liked counting the carriages - although every time I counted more than twenty, I would get messed up. "One, two, three..." I lay on the window sill, the tip of my nose almost touching the glass. When the train passed by, the whole window shook and made a rattling sound, as if someone was shaking a huge bell. Grandpa would gently hold my shoulders at this time, as if he was afraid that I would be shaken away by the sound. "Today is the 37th Festival!" I turned around to report to my grandfather, but found that his eyes were not on the train, but on me. His cloudy eyes were filled with things I couldn't explain. "Grandpa, didn't you see the train?" "Yes, yes." Grandpa smiled and touched my head, "Grandpa is looking at something better than the train." I don't understand, the train is so long and majestic, what could be more beautiful than it? But soon, my attention was drawn away by the sound of hawkers on the street. "Grind the scissors - sharpen the kitchen knife -" the long-sounding shout came from far and near. I immediately ran to the door of the courtyard, opened the crack of the wooden door and looked out. An old man was walking slowly with a bench on his back. The bench was covered with various sharpening tools, shining in the sun. "Which one does Xiaoyu like?" Grandpa stood behind me at some point. "His voice is so special, like singing." I looked up at my grandpa, "Why do you have to shout like this when selling things?" Grandpa smiled, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed: "Because there were no mobile phones and TVs before, and doing business had to rely on the voice." He cleared his throat, suddenly raised his voice and imitated: "Tian-cotton-flower-luo-" The tune was high and floating, making me giggle. In the afternoon, cicadas began to chirp tirelessly. I lay under the locust tree in the yard and looked at the fragmented sky through the leaves. Grandpa was sitting on the small bench next to me, shaking a cattail leaf fan in his hand to fan me and drive away the occasional flies. "Grandpa, why do cicadas keep barking?" "They are looking for friends." Grandpa's voice was as gentle as the wind on the cattail fan, "The male cicada screams, and the mother cicada hears it, like..." He paused, "Just like when your grandma was young, I sang folk songs to her." This is the first time I heard my grandpa mention my grandma. The grandma in the photo is very serious, but I always feel that she should be a person who loves to laugh. Otherwise, why would she marry a grandpa who can imitate various sounds? "Imitate another one for Xiaoyu." Grandpa saw my expectation, put down the cattail leaf fan, and put his hands to his mouth, "Cuckoo--cuckoo--" That was the cry of the cuckoo, so vivid that I thought a bird had actually landed on the courtyard wall. In the evening, the sky suddenly became gloomy. I was helping my grandpa collect the clothes hanging on the rope when heavy raindrops fell. "Come into the house quickly!" Grandpa grabbed the last shirt, pulled me and ran into the house. But just at the threshold, my grandfather's foot slipped and he leaned backward. At that moment, he let go of my hand and pushed me hard, allowing me to rush into the house safely, but he himself fell heavily into the rain. "Grandpa!" I turned around in horror and saw my grandpa lying in the mud, with his white hair wet from the rain and sticking to his forehead. I rushed out to help him, but tripped over the threshold and hurt my knees. "Don't move! Grandpa is fine." Grandpa's voice was surprisingly calm. He sat up slowly, rain running down his cheeks, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears of pain. I knelt beside him and noticed that his hands were shaking slightly. Later, my neighbor Uncle Zhang helped my grandpa into the house. That night, my grandpa developed a low-grade fever. I curled up on the chair next to his bed, listening to his heavy breathing and the fading sound of rain outside the window. For the first time, I felt scared - it turned out that my grandpa would also be sick, in pain, and... Old. The next morning, when I woke up, I found that I was put on the bed, and my grandpa was sitting at the small table in front of the window, drinking porridge. The sun shines on his white hair, like a layer of gold powder. "Grandpa!" I jumped out of bed and rushed over, "Are you okay?" "Old bones can't break easily." Grandpa smiled and tapped the edge of the bowl with a spoon, "Here, drink porridge." I climbed up on the stool and found a poached egg lying in the porridge - the last egg in the house. I looked at the clear and watery white porridge in my grandpa's bowl, and then at the golden egg yolk in my own bowl, and suddenly my nose felt sour. "What's wrong?" Grandpa asked. "Grandpa, are you going to die?" The question came out of my mouth, and I was shocked. Grandpa's hand stopped in mid-air, and then he slowly put down the spoon. Outside the window, a train roared past, and the window began to tremble again, but this time my grandpa did not reach out to steady me. "Xiao Yu, come here." Grandpa held me on his lap. Although I was ten years old, my thin body still looked like a doll in my grandfather's arms. "Look at the locust tree in the yard," he pointed out the window, "how old is it?" I shook my head. "It's older than me." Grandpa said, "It has seen me playing in the mud under the tree when I was a child, it has seen your mother endorse books under the tree when she was a child, and now it has watched you grow up. It sheds leaves and grows new leaves, just like people, coming and going." I stared at the locust tree, and the sunlight cast mottled shadows on the ground through the leaves, just like the deep and shallow wrinkles on my grandfather's face. "But I don't want grandpa to lose his leaves." My voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. Grandpa hugged me tighter: "Silly boy, the old locust tree sheds its leaves so that it can grow new ones next spring. If grandpa leaves one day, it will be because your new leaves are about to grow." He wiped the tears from my face with his rough fingers, "Besides, grandpa still wants to hear the story of Xiaoyu's growth. Why would he want to leave now?" After that day, I became particularly attentive to my grandfather's every move. When he walks, I will subconsciously help him. When he coughs, I will nervously bring him water. Before going to bed at night, I must make sure that he is covered with a quilt. Grandpa noticed my change and just smiled lovingly, letting me circle around him like a busy little bee. As summer passes and autumn comes, the locust trees in the yard begin to lose their leaves. Grandpa's body seemed to be declining with the seasons. He could no longer pick me up easily, and his naps were getting longer and longer. But every evening, we still sit in the yard, listening to the chirping of the last cicadas, and waiting for the first cricket to begin its nocturne. "Xiaoyu, bring grandpa's notebook." One day, grandpa suddenly said to me. I took down a book with a kraft paper cover from the top of the chest of drawers. It was my grandfather's treasure and I was not allowed to touch it. Grandpa took the book and opened one of the pages. It was filled with densely written words. "This is the sound recorded by grandpa." Grandpa pointed to the words, "'On the third day of July, the cry of the maltose seller', 'On the second day of autumn, the cry of the weaver's mother'..." He turned to a blank page and asked, "What should I record today?" "Remember the sound of crickets!" I suggested. Grandpa smiled and nodded, and wrote with trembling hands: "On September 12, crickets chirped in the courtyard, and Xiao Yu said they were like little bells." After writing, he handed me the notebook: "From now on, this task will be handed over to Xiao Yu." I took the notebook solemnly, and suddenly understood my grandfather's intention - he was teaching me how to remember these sounds that will eventually disappear, just like remembering him. One morning in late autumn, I woke up and found that my grandpa was not busy in the kitchen as usual. His bed was neatly arranged, and he was sitting under the locust tree in the courtyard, with a few yellow leaves falling on his body. "Grandpa?" I ran out, feeling indescribably panicked. Grandpa turned his head, and the sunlight shone through the leaves on his face, dappled like water shadows. "Xiao Yu," he said softly, "come, sit here." I sat down next to my grandpa and found that he was holding a special-shaped leaf in his hand. "This is a ginkgo leaf," said my grandfather. "Does it look like a small fan?" He put the leaf in my palm, "Remember what it looks like. Next spring, it will grow again, but it won't be this one anymore." I looked down at the leaf in my hand. Its golden edges had begun to curl, but the veins were still clearly visible, like a delicate map. "Life is like the rotation of the four seasons and the light rain." Grandpa's voice was very soft, but every word fell clearly in my heart, "Grandpa's autumn has arrived, and your spring has just begun." I clutched the leaf tightly, and my tears fell on it, making a slight "pop" sound. Grandpa wiped away my tears with his thumb. His hands were cold, like dew on an autumn night. "Don't cry," he said, "remember these sounds, these leaves, and the stories grandpa told, I will always be there." That night, grandpa did not get up to eat dinner. He lay on the bed, breathing so softly that it was almost inaudible. I lay on his pillow and told him interesting things that happened in school as usual, but this time, there was no gentle response from him. "Grandpa," I whispered at last, "can you imitate the cuckoo again?" The corners of Grandpa's mouth raised slightly, but no sound came out. I held his hand and began to imitate myself: "Gu Gu——Gu——" The sound sounded particularly crisp in the silent room. Grandpa's fingers moved slightly, as if he was applauding me. Then he closed his eyes, as silent as the last leaf falling in autumn. --- **The next story may develop along these directions**: - **Sound Notebook**: The sound notebook left by her grandfather has become an important foreshadowing. Xiaoyu will continue this tradition to her children when she becomes an adult, forming a bond of family memory. - **Old locust tree symbol**: The old locust tree in the yard, which is older than grandpa, will become a place for Xiao Yu to miss her grandpa later in the story, and it is also a symbol of the continuation of life. - **Cuckoo Call**: Grandpa's unique skill of imitating the cuckoo hints at the special inheritance of sound memory in the family. Xiao Yu will hear similar calls again at an important moment in the future, triggering profound memories.

54 暗 Secret Love·orange Born in Huainan Chang'an in Augustcompleted —Reads9.4Score—Shelves

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