"Nianji, you bring so much stuff every time you come!" Ji Xinghua said, looking at the large pile of fruit. "Don't waste so much money; we can't finish it all."
"Grandpa, please eat more. My mom said you must take good care of your health and tell us whatever you need." Xu Nianji often brought things to see Ji Xinghua, and their relationship had evolved from distant to particularly familiar, with a sense of closeness in their conversation.
"Let your mom worry less; I'm quite healthy." Ji Xinghua said this not to comfort him but sincerely.
Last summer, he really thought he might die from intense pain. He even considered taking some pills to end it all so he wouldn't have to suffer anymore.
Later, his health improved, and he moved out with Ji Shuyuan. Every day it was just him and Ji Shuyuan together, and with Shuyuan, he felt life became lighter.
When he had free time, he'd collect plastic bottles and bottle caps to sell, buy groceries, and cook, feeling content with life.
