The next morning, Mica learns that Beltran has suffered a stroke.


    As a result of the business failures of The Matamoros Family, he suffered a stroke and was diagnosed with a stroke this morning.


    Mica didn’t know what to feel when she heard the news.


    Did it hurt? It didn’t seem as painful as I thought it would be.


    Sympathy? With Beltran she couldn’t do the emotion of pity either.


    It seems the crime deserves it.


    But inside, it’s empty, for no apparent reason.


    Mica called her assistant Aida and said, “Aida, leave me all the work today, I have to go back to the field to see my grandmother.”


    “Okay, boss.”


    …


    Mica drove for over an hour to get to L City.


    She missed an intersection with a silver Bugatti at the stoplight on her way into town.


    But it was only seconds before the car passed.


    When Mica arrived in town and got off the bus, she saw Malia washing her mop by the river.


    Malia’s hunched, old body made Mica’s eyes redden for a moment.


    “Grandma!”


    Mica couldn’t help but scream as she stood on the riverbank.


    Malia sniffed and stood up hesitantly, even turning around slowly because she was old and her bones were old.


    Malia thought she was deaf, but when she turned to look, she saw Mica literally standing on the riverbank waving at her.


    “Mica … Mica na …”


    Malia had the mop in her hand and dropped it on the verdigris excitedly.


    Mica quickly ran over and hugged Malia, “Grandma, I’m sorry, I’m sorry …. I haven’te to see you for a long time …. Grandma… … I’m sorry.”


    Mica was crying and kept calling her grandmother, saying she was sorry, but didn’t know what else to say to make up for the guilt she felt.


    Malia was also red-eyed, wiping tears from Mica’s face with her rough, vicious hand, choking back tears, “It’s good to be back, it’s good to be back …. Grandma thought she’d never see you again in her life, it’s good to be back …. …”


    Mica helped Malia wash the mop, exchanging pleasantries all the way home.


    Once her emotions had calmed, Malia chopped vegetables and prepared the meal while Mica gave her a hand.


    Malia looked at Mica, smiled kindly, and asked, “Did you meet Nico on the way here?”


    Mica’s hand, picking at the vegetables, paused slightly, “Did hee to see Grandma too?”


    “Yes, for two years now, Nico visits me a lot, and he brings so much food and drink and things to use that umte at home.”


    Mica purses the corners of her lips and says nothing, just looks down and carefully chooses her vegetables.


    But Malia saw a glimmer of defect and warned without moving, “You’re going to run out of my leaves and eat the stems, aren’t you?”


    Mica bit her lip, hesitated and decided toe clean: “Grandma, a lot has happened in thest two years and I …”


    “Needless to say, Grandma understands. At first Nico woulde to see me alone, and when I asked him why you weren’ting, he always covered up, and that’s when I got the feeling that something wasn’t right. I feared that something had happened to you, so I pressed him to ask me if something bad had happened to you, and grandma thought … that you had died. But Nico told me to stay calm, saying that you were fine and that you were just busy with work and had gone abroad for a career, so she didn’t have time to visit me, so I was relieved.”


    Mica was grateful that having had the experience of going to Hollywood two years earlier, Nico’s lies could easily fool her grandmother.


    “Grandma, I’m standing right in front of you now, so you can stop worrying.”


    Malia shook her head helplessly and said, “But as time went on I realized that something wasn’t right between you and Nico. mica, grandma doesn’t want to advise you how or who you should be with, but grandma wants you to be happy and she also wants you not to miss out on your own happiness because of a momentary gamble.”


    “Grandma, I’m with Nico…”


    Mica hadn’t finished speaking when Malia said, “I may be old, but I’m not blind, I can see that Nico has love for you, otherwise he wouldn’te to see me from time to time as a wife. ”


    Grandma didn’t understand what had happened to her in thest two years, and Mica wasn’t going to talk to Malia about it, she just listened and nodded, trying to reassure Malia.


    “I just left Nico for dinner, so if he had stayed, you two could have sat down and talked. Who knew it would be a coincidence that it was one before and one after.”


    Malia smiles and shakes her head, sighing, her tone full of regret.


    That’s where they should be, Mica thought, always missing.


    Mica stayed with Malia in the field for one night, but Malia was very old and when she was washing up in the morning, she had a shback. Mica no longer feltfortable with her living alone in the field, so she forced Malia to pack her bags and go to the city with her.


    On the drive, Mica thought for quite a while and finally said to Malia, “Grandma, Beltran had a stroke, something that just happened today.”


    “Serves you right!”


    “It was me who cut off his live business and made him have a stroke.” Mica told the truth calmly and without a ripple, no emotion on her face, no visible sorrow or joy.


    Malia froze and looked at Mica in anguish, asking, “Mica, do you regret it?”


    Mica shook her head and smiled faintly, “Not much to regret, just, and not the thrill of imagining revenge. ”


    Malia reached out and stroked the back of Mica’s hand, telling her lovingly, “Some things you just have to let go, child, sometimes it’s easy to put yourself in the bull’s eye and get too carried away with pleasure.”


    Mica curved her lips and said helplessly, “But Grandma, there are things I can’t see, and sometimes I hate them so much that I still want to get even, knowing I won’t necessarily feel better, but I can’t help it.”


    Malia reassured, “The reason we’re human is that we have emotions that we can’t control. If we could control everything and think about the consequences without making a mistake, it wouldn’t be a life. So there is nothing to be afraid of, everyone has regrets and regrets sometimes, Mica, you are a self-aware child, do what you want, grandma will always be with you.”


    …


    Malia followed Mica back to town to learn that Mica had adopted a foster son, a foreigner named Hud.


    Malia was amused by all the embarrassing things Hud had to say.


    Malia taught Hud to call her old woman, but Hud learned half a dozen times, but he couldn’t pronounce the words correctly and it was quite funny.


    Maliaughed so hard it hurt her stomach and smiled warmly, “Forget it, you should stop yelling too, if you do it again, I won’t be able to eat dinner tonight fromughing.”


    Hud has been with Mica for some time and Mica has taught him a lot of Spanish. After arriving in China, Mica was busy with her work and didn’t want Hud to be idle, so she hired a Spanish teacher for Hud.


    Malia has only been in town for two days and always has one thing on her mind.


    While Mica works in the studio, Malia calls Hud to conspire and talks for a long time before Hud understands.


    Malia pointed to Hud and said, “You, call your Aunt Mica and go with her to buy the book.”


    Hud frowned and asked curiously, “Where are you going to buy books?”


    Malia remembered there was a popr bookstore downtown, “You go to that popr bookstore downtown and go talk to your Aunt Mica now. ”


    Hud nodded earnestly.


    Seeing Hud run toward the study, Malia smiled and followed him into the study, stopping at the door and saying to Mica, “Mica, I’m bored out of my mind at home, I’m going for a walk by myself.”


    Mica became worried, “Grandma, I’ll be done with work soon, I’ll go with you, it turns out Hud said he was going to buy books, so we’ll go out together for a while.”


    “Why, go buy your books, I’m an olddy, I don’t like reading, I’ll go to the market. Don’t worry, I’m still in a good mood, I have my cell phone with me, if you are really worried just call me, it’s okay.”


    Mica saw that the little olddy was in such a good mood and seemed to be in a good mood, so she didn’t spoil the fun, and just pointed out, “Then take care of yourself, and go home soon.”


    “Don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as I leave.”


    Humming a song, the little olddy went to the lobby, changed her shoes, and went outside.


    Malia spent half a day outdoors chatting with the elders in the park before pulling out her cell phone and calling Nico.


    “Hey Nico, Grandma’s here in The Holy City…. … I’m at the popr bookstore downtown, trying to buy some recipes, and I got lost downtown…. … Nico, are you busy right now? Are you busy? Can youe pick up Grandma?”


    Nico was in a meeting when he got the call, but hearing Malia sound like she was really lost, he worried that Malia, an old man who doesn’t go to town much, did get lost easily.


    Nico immediately interrupted the meeting and told Malia over the phone, “Grandma, stay in the bookstore, I’ll be right there, keep the phone open.”


    “Okay, okay, O Nico, please.”


    After hanging up, Malia called Mica back, “Mica na, have you and Hud arrived at the bookstore yet?”


    “We’re almost there, still on the road, a little traffic, grandma, where are you?”


    “Me, I’m in the park chatting with old men and women, don’t worry, take Hud and buy a good book, no need to rush home.”


    After Mica hung up the phone, it seemed to her that her grandmother was in an extraordinarily good mood today, in a strange way.


    Mica just thought they were little olddies having fun chatting in the park and thought nothing of it.


    When we arrived at the popr bookstore downtown, Mica first found a parking lot and parked her car and guided Hud to the popr bookstore.


    In the popr bookstore, there were small children Hud’s age sitting in groups on the wooden floor looking atic books.


    Hud wanted to join in and Mica didn’t stop him. Seeing Hud having fun with them, Mica went up to the second floor of the bookstore by herself to get tools.


    When she took over Walking Media, she realized that a person in charge of apany means knowing all aspects of the business, and that a day without studying would leave her empty-headed.


    Downstairs, there was a not-so-subtlemotion.


    It was Hud who argued with the sales clerk downstairs.


    Mica came running down the stairs.


    And Hud, with a book in his hand, was chased by the sales clerk, speaking anxiously and loudly in his native tongue, as if he wanted to exin himself, but the sales clerk did not understand him and lectured him, “Where are your parents, you have to pay for the books here, are you stealing?”


    Hud became agitated and exined loudly and incoherently in his native tongue.


    Mica rushed after her.


    Hud knocked over a huge bookcase in a bookstore.


    Wow.


    A closet full of books, scattered all over the ce.


    The bookcase was full of people, all casting strange nces.


    Nico, who had been standing on the other side of the bookcase, contacting Malia on his cell phone and looking around, was also caught by the loudmotion.


    Mica is standing not far behind Hud.


    With the phone pressed to his ear, Nico turned his head and looked back, and through the clutter of books and the sea of people floating around him, he saw the face that had circled and missed a thousand times over countless early mornings.


    The floor is littered with books.


    There are people everywhere.


    But Nico, unable to see anything, slowly slid the phone next to his ear, his eyes glued to it.


    On the phone, Malia was even talking to him, “Nico, have you seen Mica? Hello …”N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    Doodle doo …


    The phone is disconnected.


    The noise of the people seemed to be isted from the ears.


    The whole world, bes empty and silent.


    With only a Mica in his eyes, Nico grabbed his phone, bewildered.


    A thousand threads, like a rock churning a crashing wave.


    The corners of his eyes slowly and quietly tinged with a warm, soft smile.


    She is alive and well, standing in front of herself.


    Intact.


    Nico smiled andughed, his eyes red,pletely red.


    Mica froze in ce, clutching her palm, her fingertips, like her heart, shaking violently.


    He was a little thinner than she expected, with deeper eye sockets.


    The sockets of those eyes, like the sea, are so deep and dark that one look is enough to sink into them and not be able to look away.


    — Nico, atst we are reunited, in sin, in hate.