That night, Zhou Yun had a dream.
She dread that she was back in her high school days, those difficult tis.
Back then, she was a boarding student, only able to return to her grandmother’s house on weekends, so every Wednesday, her grandmother would co to the school with a tiffin carrier to see her and improve her als.
Classes in the afternoon lasted until 5:40, and every ti Zhou Yun saw her grandmother at the entrance of the school cafeteria, it was already sunset.
The orange glow of the sunset enveloped the entire campus.
Her grandmother always stood quietly with the food container, waiting for her at the bottom of the cafeteria steps.
Every ti Zhou Yun was worried because after class, there were many students rushing to the cafeteria for als, swarming in, and with her grandmother standing at the bottom of the steps, even off to the side, she could still be bumped by so careless students.
Zhou Yun always feared that her grandmother would be knocked over by them.
So she would always say that the cafeteria food was good too, there was no need for her to bring food, it didn’t matter.
But grandmother always said with a smile: "How could the food from the cafeteria taste as good as mine?"
Grandmother wasn’t the kind of affectionate, good-tempered grandmother; when she got angry, she was fiercer than anyone, but when she was gentle, she was really gentle, like a feather’s caress.
Knowing that she liked sweet and sour spare ribs, grandmother often made it for her.
"How delicious I make this, does your cafeteria have this skill?" her grandmother would ask with confident pride.
Zhou Yun timidly replied: "The cafeteria doesn’t make this."
Grandmother beca even prouder, even righteous and indignant, saying: "See, that’s why I have to bring food."
Zhou Yun said: "I can eat it when I co back over the weekend."
Then grandmother gave her a glaring look, "Don’t you miss your grandmother? Seeing each other only once a week, I miss you so much."
Zhou Yun was torn between laughter and tears.
While she was touched in her heart, back then, faced with such direct expressions of "missing you," Zhou Yun felt a bit embarrassed and shy to continue the conversation, simply bowing her head and uttering an "oh."
Zhou Yun also wanted to say naturally and candidly, I miss you too, grandmother. But while grandmother was alive, she never did.
This awkward, unable to harmoniously confront her true feelings, character trait, continued to this day.
Back then, Zhou Yun was thoroughly convinced that once she started working and earning money, she would buy delicious and nice clothes for her grandmother, allowing her to live a comfortable life without having to labor in her old age for her sake.
Back then, Zhou Yun always felt that there was plenty of ti ahead, no worries, she would have many, many opportunities to repay her grandmother.
But the aning of impermanence is that no one can guess what will happen the next second.
If it wasn’t for the ti she wanted to treat her grandmother’s illness, gathering money for the surgery, Zhou Yun would not have chosen the path of acting.
But that signing bonus, for her at that ti, was like nectar from heaven.
However, even with enough money for surgery, it didn’t an that the surgery would definitely be successful.
Zhou Yun ultimately lost her grandmother.
When she beca famous and earned a lot of money, there was an unfillable regret in her heart.
She had always wanted to give her grandmother a good life, but by the ti she was capable, her grandmother was no longer there to enjoy it.
This dream was intermittent, and when Zhou Yun woke up, she found it was only four in the morning, and realized her pillow was already wet.
She thought of the ti she had a fight with that person and knocked them down, after which that person went to the teacher to shift the bla, and when her grandmother received the call from the teacher and rushed to the school, her first question was: "Who bullied my granddaughter?"
She didn’t even ask who started the fight first, firmly believing, it wasn’t her granddaughter.
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