Before going to bed, I stood at the top of the stairs. My brother came down from the stairs with his mobile phone and reluctantly handed it to me. I turned around and prepared to enter the room. Grandma was still waiting for me to sleep.
"Hello? When are you going to die? Remember to give me your phone before you die!" He looked at me steadily, his eyes full of expectation and pleading.
When speaking, the raised tail sounds like a coquettish cat...
I was stunned... It felt like a basin of cold water was poured down from head to toe. I turned around stiffly, calmed myself down, and then squeezed out an almost inaudible sound from the depths of my throat, "Okay..."
Then he laughed, and his laughter came from behind, mixed with the thumping sound going upstairs...
The young man's smile is still bright and brilliant, and his voice is still pleasant to the ear.
At that moment, the vibrating sound in the air hit my heart like a heavy bell.
Like a rusty blunt knife, it was inserted in and I don't know where to cut it.
Numbing pain.
At that time, I knew the fact that they were waiting for me, waiting to relieve me of this burden...