"Yoho!" The blond blindly shouted happily while squeezing out of the front seat. (We meet each other everywhere in life, but they are a blind family.)

Ove just shook his head.

"Hi!" A foreign pregnant woman came out from the other side of the Toyota, holding a three-year-old girl in her arms.

Ove watched Mercedes-Benz leave with regret.

"Thank you for taking the seat! Thank you." Blind Liu smiled.

Ove said nothing.

"What's your name?" the three-year-old girl blurted out.

"Ove." Ove said.

"My name is Nasanin." she said happily.

Ove nodded at her.

"My name is Pat..." Just as Blind Liu spoke, Ove had already turned around and was about to leave. (Sure enough, Ove doesn’t want to see blind people.)

“Thank you for occupying the parking space for us!” the foreign pregnant woman shouted from behind.

Ove heard a hint of laughter in her voice. He didn't like this, so he just muttered "It's okay."

Ove stood thoughtfully in front of the grocery store, staring at the sign advertising this week's specials. It wasn't because Ove wanted to buy any ham in this grocery store, but it would be a good idea to do some price research, he thought. If there's anything in this world that Ove doesn't like, it's being deceived. My wife always joked that for Ove, the four most hateful words in the world were "battery replacement." Almost everyone laughs when she says this, but usually Ove doesn't. (Ove is such a serious old man.)

He continued walking along the food store and came to the flower shop. Of course there would be a "quarrel," Mrs. Ove would have used that word. But Ove would always argue that it was really just a "discussion." Ove took out a coupon and it said "two fifty" on it. Since he only needed to buy one, he told the teller the truth and wanted to pay only twenty-five cents. Because half of fifty is twenty-five. Of course the teller with the flash sticker on his phone and chewing gum on his brain disagreed. She repeatedly emphasized that one was thirty-nine and the coupon could only be used when buying two. The store manager had to appear. Then it took Ove three quarters of an hour to make the store manager realize that Ove was right. (Uncle Ove is really awesome. He spent 45 minutes to deal with the store manager and defeated the bundled sales routine.)

Actually, to be honest, the store manager muttered something in the palm of his hand, which sounded like "Old bastard" and punched the teller with twenty-five kronor as if it was all the teller's fault. In fact, Ove more or less thought the same way. He knew what kind of medicine these vendors were selling in their gourds, and it was enough to cut them with a knife, but there was no way for Ove to do so. He is a man who tells the truth. (No one can deceive me.)

Ove took out his credit card at the cashier. The store manager nodded disdainfully at a sign that read "Pay with card for purchases under fifty kronor, plus three kronor for VAT." So there was this result.

Just like that, Ove stood in front of his wife with two flowers. This is a matter of principle. (It took a full 45 minutes, but Ove still bought two flowers.)

"Let me pay three crowns, and he will just dream." Ove looked down at his feet. The gravel said.

Ove's wife always blamed Ove for getting into arguments with people, but Ove had no time to argue. He's just matter-of-fact. Ove wanted to know, was his attitude to life so unreasonable? He didn't think so. (The original concept has gradually been eliminated by society, but Ove still lives in his own world.)

He looked up at her.

"I promised to come but didn't come yesterday. You must be angry." He murmured.

She remained silent.

"The whole neighborhood is about to become a madhouse." He defended himself.

"It's a mess. Now I have to go out and unload the tow truck for them myself, and I don't even have time to hang a hook." He continued to argue.

He cleared his throat.

"You can't hook up the hooks when it's dark, you know. Then you won't know when the lights go out. It's not okay if the electric meter keeps running like this."

"I don't have one at home. You are so confused."

She didn't answer. Ove fingered the petals.

She didn't even say this.

He nodded and handed the flowers for her to see.

"Pink, you like it. Greenhouse cultivation. The people in the store call it 'perennial flower', I don’t fucking believe it. In such a cold day, they will obviously freeze to death, the store The people there admitted it, but they were just saying it to sell you more crap."

He looked like he was waiting for her approval.

"They also have saffron fried rice," he whispered.

"I'm talking about the new neighbors. Foreigners. They live their lives eating saffron fried rice. I don't know what the benefits are. Isn't it good to eat potatoes and roast meat?"

Silence again.

He stood there silently twirling the wedding ring on his finger, as if looking for a new topic. The task of steering the conversation was still too painful for him. This was originally one of her specialties. He answers. Now, they both have to adapt to this new situation. Finally, Ove knelt down, dug out the old flowers that had been planted there last week, and carefully stuffed them into a plastic bag. I turned over the frozen soil before planting new flowers.

"The electricity bill has gone up again." He told her after standing up.

Then he just stood there with his hands in his pockets and looked at her. Finally, he carefully put his hands on the big stone and gently stroked her from one end to the other, as if stroking her. skin.

"I miss you." He whispered.

She died six months ago. But Ove still went through all the rooms twice a day, touching the radiators to see if she had turned them on quietly.