My name is Little Pomelo.
Because I was born during the pomelo ripening season.
I have a gentle and virtuous mother, and a great scientist father.
But my favorite person is my grandmother!
My grandmother is also an amazing scientist, everyone calls her "Professor Jiang".
Grandpa would also call her that occasionally.
Every time this happened, Grandma would always reply, "Thank you, Professor."
You didn't expect it, right? My grandfather is also a scientist!
I often hear my grandfather and grandmother's names in the news, and even those scientific magazines that I don't understand have their works.
There are many reasons why I like my grandmother.
First of all, my grandmother is very beautiful and loves cleanliness.
Every time I jump into my grandmother's arms, there will be a smell of oranges.
I've seen photos of my grandmother when she was young, you can find them on the internet. She's even prettier than celebrities. It's said that my grandfather drank all the vinegar in Sifang City.
Secondly, my grandmother is very smart!
She can play the most difficult version of the TYT board game, solve the problems with asterisks in the workbooks, and make all kinds of handmade Lu Ban locks, General's case, as well as all kinds of modern building models.
Oh, right, whether it's Huarong Dao, Monopoly, Script Kill, or Escape Room, my grandmother will always be the MVP!
On the day of the parents' open house, I took my grandmother with me, and then … we won almost all the prizes, making the little fatty at the same table cry.
My grandmother also loves me a lot, she said, I'm her little sweetheart, one look will make her heart sweet!
I think, it must be because my grandfather is too strict and doesn't allow my grandmother to eat sweets, that's why she likes to hug me so much.
Because I'm sweet, it can satisfy her cravings!
Other than my grandmother, I also love my grandfather a lot.
First of all, it's because my grandfather is super handsome and cool, especially when he wears a suit, he's like a domineering CEO from a TV show.
But after three seconds, he would go to my grandmother and ask her to help him tie his tie or fix his collar. Anyway, there are always so many reasons ~
Whenever this happens, my grandmother would say no, no, and unwilling, but her hands were very honest.
She would tie a beautiful knot, then adjust it until it was square, and finally use her palm to open up all the wrinkles.
"Okay, Professor Xie."
"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Jiang."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
At that moment, as a bystander, I felt like I was hit by happiness, the corners of my mouth unconsciously raised.
It was also then that I realized that not every couple in the world was as loving as my grandparents.
For example, her father would never act coquettishly and ask her mother to tie his tie for him. Her mother would also never look at her father helplessly and dotingly, as if she was looking at a child.
If one had to describe it in one word, it would be — —
They treated each other with respect.
After that, I was very confused for a long time. If it wasn't for love like my grandparents, then why did they get married?
Dad patted my head and sighed.
He said, "There are many kinds of love. Not all kinds of love are like your grandparents, who have the same outstanding appearance, the same level of intelligence, and the perfect soul."
I asked, "What about you and your mother?"
Dad smiled faintly. "We met the right person at the right time, and gradually became compatible with each other as we interacted with each other day after day and year after year.
I didn't understand, but I still nodded.
Dad returned to the laboratory and continued his work.
I think he loved my mother, loved me, and loved the experimental equipment, the analytical data, and the papers.
If it was really as difficult as my father said, why were my auntie and uncle so loving like my grandparents?
In the future, I would also be able to find a boy like my grandparents and my auntie, right?
But when I met my first love and broke up with him half a year later, I realized that "love" wasn't simple, and it wasn't as sweet and loving as my grandparents showed.
When I was in my third year, I dated my fourth boyfriend.
He was my father's student, a rising star in the physics world.
I expected him to have the romance of a scientist, just like how my grandfather would use holographic AI projection technology to give my grandmother a spaceship on their wedding anniversary.
Unfortunately, he vividly displayed the silence and dullness of a scientist, and the rigidity and stubbornness of a straight man.
So, this relationship only lasted for two months.
Even when he said that he wanted to break up, he was so calm and rational, like a cold, emotionless machine.
At that moment, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and there was only one thought in my mind — —
Fortunately, we broke up!
It was just a waste of time for people who weren't suitable to get together.
It turned out that "suitable" was so difficult.
When I was in my fourth year, I dated a programmer boyfriend.
He was 1.8 meters tall, not very handsome, but not ugly either. He was one of the graduates of my uncle's company's "genius plan". He came from a famous school and had outstanding ability.
But this relationship only lasted for half a year.
The reason for the break up was that he worked too much overtime, and every time I called, he wouldn't come out.
When I said "break up", although I was a bit melancholy, I wasn't sad.
My auntie said: Silly girl, you've never loved, how can you be sad?
What is love?
I didn't understand, but I knew that I might never find someone who loved me the way my grandfather loved my grandmother.
Yes, my grandfather loved my grandmother.
Since I was young, I always saw my grandfather coaxing my grandmother, spoiling her, giving in to her, and holding her in the palm of his hand like a treasure.
Of course, my grandmother loved my grandfather, but I always felt that she didn't love him as much.
Until — —
The year I graduated, there was an outbreak of the 3S virus in Continent F. Because of its high transmission rate and high fatality rate, the infected people's bodies were stiff and twitching, accompanied by symptoms of bloodlust and eating raw meat, just like the zombies in the movies. This disease was also called "zombie disease" by the locals.
Huaxia immediately sent a team of virology experts to Continent F. But two months later, the number of deaths didn't decrease, and the virus wasn't effectively controlled. It was still infecting ordinary people on a large scale.
My grandfather was in danger and rushed to the frontline of the epidemic at the age of ninety.
On the day he left, my grandmother went to the airport to see him off. The two hugged and said goodbye, but there were no tears. She always had a smile on her face.
"Professor Xie, come back soon."
"Yes, sir!"
But this time, my grandfather didn't make the appointment. Because he was old, his immune system was weak, and he worked day and night. In the end, he was infected by the virus and fell on the lab table, never to wake up again.
That night, my grandmother received a call. It took one minute and eight seconds for her to hang up. She only said one sentence: "Okay, I understand."
I saw tears in my grandmother's eyes, but they didn't fall.
The next day, my grandmother got on a flight to Continent F.
Before she left, she smiled at my father and auntie. She patted my head and said, "Be good."
After leaving these words, she went into the cabin without looking back.
Soon, the loud sound of the propellers rotating could be heard. It gradually faded away and disappeared.
Three months later, the vaccine was developed and the virus was completely conquered.
But along with the good news came the bad news of my grandmother's death.
She didn't get infected and didn't die suddenly. On the night of the successful development of the vaccine, she hugged my grandfather's urn and fell asleep as usual. She stopped breathing in her sleep.
According to the medical staff who were present at the time, Professor Jiang passed away peacefully. His face was rosy, his eyes were peaceful, and there was a faint smile on his lips.
I knew that my grandmother must have felt bad for my grandfather, so she accompanied him.
Before she left, she said, "Be good." It wasn't a farewell, but … her last words!
She had known and made the decision long ago.
At that moment, I knew I was wrong. My grandmother's love for my grandfather was no less than my grandfather's love for her!
… …
Half a month later, two urns draped in the national flag were carried off the plane.
Outside the airport, countless people sent them off with tears in their eyes.
In the end, the two urns were buried together with the national flag in the national cemetery.
I knelt in front of my grandparents' tombstones. It was as if I could see the two of them sitting on the swing in the garden outside the villa.
Swaying gently, my grandparents smiled at each other under the setting sun.
… …
This is the story of my grandparents.
My name is Jiang Buli, and I have a twin brother named Xie Buqi.
My grandfather gave us our names.
Thank you for listening.
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