"Grandpa! Grandpa!"
My little grandson ran over jumping, his eyes shining and he was very excited. I held an old, yellowed and faded photo in my hand.
"Who is he?" He pointed at the person in the photo and looked at me curiously. I squinted my somewhat dim eyes and sighed after seeing the person clearly.
"He is a person that I miss very much."
In the photo, the peach blossoms are blooming warmly, trembling softly in the warm spring breeze. Standing under the peach tree was a very beautiful young man. The pure white gown with a light pink belt tied around her slender waist is like the purest moonlight in the middle of the night, exuding etherealness and purity. The breeze blew away Luo Ying, and he was so light that he seemed ready to fly at any time.
The young man folded his hands in front of him, his sleeves hanging gently under his arms, and smiled happily. That smile was soft and bright, like a light and lively wind.
"However, he is no longer here.
The photo slipped gently from my hand and landed on a withered fragment.