Chapter 521

I remember back then, I begged my family to bury the little white dog next to my grandmother, and I knelt in front of the tombstone crying for a long, long time.

Looking back now, the memories of being with my grandmother are as clear as if it were yesterday. But there was not a trace of memory about Anton and Reynaldo.

Anton led me upstairs, where many old portraits were hanging in the hallway, including a photo of me with my grandmother, a photo of me with a little white dog, and others.

I stopped in front of a portrait. In the portrait was a photo of me with two young boys. The portrait was covered in dust, looking blurry and unclear. I wiped it with my hand, and the next second, I was completely stunned.

Those two young men were none other than Anton and Reynaldo in their youth. In the photo, I was holding Anton’s arm, smiling brightly, while Anton was smiling shyly. Looking at Reynaldo again, he stood coldly on the side, as if deliberately keeping his distance from me, his unwilling face seeming as if someone had forced him to take this picture.

I looked at Anton in shock and said, “This photo…”

“This was taken by your grandmother for us,” Anton took the photo down and smiled at me, “I didn’t expect her to later have the photo developed and hung it here.”

I took the photo frame and looked at the person in the picture in disbelief. Just from looking at this photo, it seems like I really liked Anton back then, and didn’t like Reynaldo. And Reynaldo didn’t seem to like me either.

“Let’s go, go up and take a look,” Anton said, bending down to clean the hallway.

I collected several portraits and followed him upstairs.

Although I didn’t live with my grandmother for a long time, this dilapidated house holds many beautiful memories for me. I didn’t have any feelings in my heart before coming back here. Upon returning here, those memories came flooding back, the warmth and beauty that can never be returned, all eventually turned into sadness, lingering in this dilapidated house.

The potted plants on the balcony had long died. I still remember, they were bought by me for my grandmother. I pushed open the window on the balcony, and dust fluttered down. Anton came over and helped me fan the dust.

He stood beside me, looking into the distance, murmuring, “The town has really changed a lot.”

Indeed, in the past, I used to stand by the window and all I could see were low buildings. If I peered over the buildings, I could see the mountains in the distance. When the sun was setting, the balcony was filled with golden light, beautiful and magnificent, the whole town was beautiful and peaceful.

Now, the distant mountains are no longer visible, all that can be seen are towering buildings. Grandma’s house was on the edge of the village, not yet renovated much. Who knows, in a few years, this house might also be demolished and leveled.

Thinking of these things, I always feel a little sad in my heart, and couldn’t help but hold the picture in my arms tightly. Fortunately, I came today and was able to take these rare portraits back with me.

Anton suddenly raised his finger and pointed into the distance. He said lightly, “At that time, Reynaldo and I were living there, at the other end of the town. I used to cross the whole town to come and play with you.”

He looked at me with a faint smile of sadness. “It’s just that you don’t remember."