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“明月，回来一趟吧，你爷爷快不行了。”
“嗯，嗯，好，知道了，先挂了哈，这边走不开。”
应付着挂了电话，电脑上再添了几个字，女人顿住了双手。她慌乱地摸到手机，又急忙用衣服擦了擦手上沁出的冷汗。连续几次都没打开手机，手机上显现出“触控ID错误，请输入密码”的字样。她的手颤抖地按下一个个数字，又回拨了刚刚的那通电话。
“嘟，嘟，嘟……”
提示音久久不停，女人一遍遍地吞咽着口水，拨弄着凌乱的头发，泪水也早已充斥了眼眶的角落，她怕。
“喂，明月吗？”
“您刚刚说什么？爷爷怎么了？”
“你尽快回来吧，爷爷在老家的中心医院。”
她不知道自己是怎么请的假，怎么上的车。她的头靠在大巴车的车窗上，眼睛失神。手机铃声响起，她接了，接了那一句“爷爷刚刚走了。你回来小心点。”
她很快失去了意识。等醒来的时候，她已经瘫坐在老家的沙发上了。
“明月啊，你要坚强啊，总会有这一天的。”
“是啊明月，你一定要撑住。”
“明月……”
“……”
女人坐直了身体，叹了一口气，回应道：
“您们放心吧，我会好好的。”
亲戚们又安慰了一会儿她，就都离去了。接下来的两天，她都没有哭，镇定地操持着爷爷的后事。在爷爷入土的那一天，她看着土粒一点一点地遮住木棺材，她长长地舒了一口气。就好像是终于完成了一项任务。
她坐着亲戚的三轮车回了老院。她一进屋，闻到了烟味，皱了皱眉，掀开屋子的帘子道：
“跟您说过多少遍了少抽烟少抽烟，您的肺都成……”
她愣了，她看到的，不再是那个笑呵呵掐掉烟的白发老头，而是一屋子夹着烟诧异地看着她的中年男人。
她哭了。瘫坐在地上，嘶喊着，流泪着。她哭得脑袋发疼，却还是止不住地哭。
明月，姓明名月，26了，连恋爱都没谈过。辞了职，想搞音乐。自己写曲，但是没有钱，没有胆子去请别人填词，自己又不会写。就这样，谱子塞满了家里的各个角落，却还是没搞出什么名堂来。父母离婚早，她自幼就跟着爷爷长大。她怕老人家接受不了，觉得搞音乐不稳定，就一直坚称自己没辞职。老人得了肺癌，她才又找了份工作，每个月给家里打钱，用来给老人治病。
但老人还是走了。
她又上了车，又离开了家。
她又到了公司，又辞了职。
她抱了一箱啤酒回了家，外套也不脱，就靠在沙发上，撬开了一瓶酒，仰头灌了下去。她一瓶一瓶地喝着，泛红的脸颊上爬满了泪痕。她想大声哭出来的。
“但是隔壁是一个出生没多久的小孩子啊，隔音又那么差……”
她只能咬住袖子不让自己发出声音，鼻涕和眼泪都流到了袖子上。哭了一会，也不管鼻涕有没有流到嘴里，就又是拿着一瓶酒灌了下去……
等她再醒来时，她已经换了衣服躺到了床上，抬起胳膊闻了闻，还洗了个澡。
阳台上晾好了昨天穿的衣服，酒瓶也都没了，应该是扔了吧。
她坐到飘窗上，抱起了吉他，轻轻拨弦。弄了一会，她打开自己的抽屉，拿出了白纸和铅笔。
关上抽屉的时候，她发现了点东西，又拉开了抽屉。
那一页纸的音符下面，对应上了歌词。看看字迹，是自己写的。
“大概是喝多了吧。”
照着谱子和歌词唱了唱，还……挺好听。
那……放到微博上试试？
\"MingYue, come back, your grandfather is dying.”
\"Well, well, well, I know, I hang up first, I can\'t go away here.”
Faced with the phone, a few words to the computer, the woman stopped her hands.She felt her phone in panic, and hurriedly wiped the cold sweat with her clothes.Did not open the phone several times, the phone showed the words \"touch ID error, please enter the password\".Her hands trembled a number and dialed back the new call.
\"Dudu, Dudu, Dudu ……\"
Tips for a long time, the woman swallowed saliva again and again, teasing the messy hair, tears have already filled the corner of the eyes, she was afraid.
\"Well, is MingYue ?”
\"What have you just said?What\'s wrong with grandpa?”
\"Come back as soon as possible, Grandpa is in the central hospital in his hometown.”
She didn\'t know how she asked leave and how to get on the car.Her head leaned against the window of the bus, her eyes lost.The phone rang, she answered and received the sentence
\" Grandpa has just died.Come back and be careful.”
She soon lost consciousness.By the time she woke up, she had collapsed on the sofa in her hometown.
\"MingYue ah, you should be strong ah, there will always be this day.”
\"Yes, MingYue, you must hold on.”
\"MingYue……\"
“……”
The woman sat straight, sighed, and responded:
\"Don’t worry, I\'m fine.”
The relatives comforted her for a little while more, and they all left.For the next two days, she did not cry, calmly holding her grandfather\'s later affairs.On the day my grandfather entered the earth, she looked at the dirt covering the wooden coffin with a long sigh of relief.It\'s like finally completing a task.
She went back to the old house in a relative\'s tricycle.Once she entered the house, she smelled the smoke, frowned, and lifted the curtain path:
\"Tell you how many times you smoke less, your lungs are ……\"
She was stunned, she saw, no longer the white-haired old man who choked off the cigarette, but a middle-aged man who looked at her with smoke.
She cried.Sitting on the ground, hissing and shed tears.She cried with her head in pain, but she could not stop crying.
Mingyue, 26, even love have not talked about.He ked and wanted to make music.Write their own song, but no money, have no courage to ask others to fill in the words, they can not write.In this way, the spectrum stuffed with every corner of the home, but still did not make any fame.Her parents divorced early, and she grew up with her grandfather.She was afraid the old man could not accept, felt music unstable, she insisted that she did not quit.When the old man had lung cancer, she got another job and paid her home every month to treat the elderly.
But the old man went gone.
She got in the car again and left home again.
She went to the company again and resigned again.
She returned home with a box of beer, without removing her coat, leaned on the sofa, pried open a bottle of wine, and threw her head down.She drank bottle by bottle, and her red cheeks were covered with tears.She wanted to cry out out loud.
\"But next door is a baby , and the sound insulation is so bad as ……\"
She could only bite her sleeve to keep her voice, and her nose and tears flowed onto the sleeve.Crying for a while, no matter whether the nose flow into the mouth, is with a bottle of wine poured down...
By the time she woke up again, she had changed her clothes to the bed, raised her arms and smelled them, and took a bath.
The balcony hung out the clothes I wore yesterday, the bottle is not, should be thrown it.
She sat on the bay window, picked up the guitar and tapped the strings.After a while, she opened her drawer and took out the white paper and pencil.
While closing the drawer, she found something, and opened it again.
Under the notes of the page, it corresponds to the lyrics.Look at the handwriting, and write it by yourself.
\"Probably I had a long drink.”
Sing according to the score and lyrics, but also... quite nice.
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