Grandma passed away in the evening and went home to attend the funeral tomorrow. It is estimated that the updates cannot be all placed at noon. Now there are four chapters to save the manuscript, and it is timed at noon, and there is one chapter left. Find time to write and add it in the afternoon. If you can't find time in the afternoon, you may have to update it in the evening, but the daily update is at least ten thousand words. This is guaranteed and you must do it.

I haven't opened a single chapter for a long time. I'll say a few more words. Grandma once had eight children, but only my aunt and my mother should be the only one who lived to be thirty. Unfortunately, my aunt became a vegetable due to soot poisoning at the beginning of the year. Fortunately, the elderly were already a little Alzheimer's disease, so although I haven't seen my aunt for nearly a year, I didn't have much doubts, nor was there any sadness.

Someone once said that the worst thing in the world is that white-haired people give away black hair. For a white-haired person who has sent black hair six times, Alzheimer's disease in his later years has become a blessing, which is a pity. Destiny is so strange and full of mystery, isn't it?

For my aunt, she could not send her mother to her last journey. I don’t know if she will wake up in her lifetime, and I don’t know if she will regret this. Regardless of whether she is regretful in the future, at least now, she is a calm side and will not be as sad as my mother.

When I first got my father's call, I was also very sad. In my opinion, I felt more sad because of my mother's sadness. Grandma has been dementia for ten years, and it has just started to go to college. Now, Kawashi has graduated from Kawashi for five and a half years!

Ten years have been a long time, and it can get rid of the shell's feelings for grandma. It's not that there is no love for grandma, but when I find that I love myself so much, my grandma who I love so much becomes a person who doesn't know who I am, and becomes like a stranger. Then as time goes by, the feelings gradually fade. Perhaps the shell is a little affectionate, and the shell will feel uneasy whenever I think of this, and feel a little cold.

But at night time, the bullet shell began to recall some scenes when I was a child at my grandma's house. Finally, the sadness from the bottom of my bones began to spread. That was my grandma, and I never had grandma again.

At midnight, I packed up my things and couldn't help but write them down. I hope everyone will cherish the people in front of me, cherish their parents, relatives and friends, and of course, I should cherish myself even more. Life is really beautiful! Life is really too precious!

I wanted to stop writing, but there were regulations on the starting point, and I could not publish it if I had less than a thousand words, so I could only talk a few words.

Throughout the evening, most of the time, Kawak recalled the past, especially in the late 1990s, Kawak was in his teens and often went to his grandma's house to play. Kawak's hometown is a relatively poor village, but it is not in the mountains, but it just lacks resources, including land resources. So although the villagers are very hardworking, they are still a little poor.

When I was in elementary school, I couldn’t even eat instant noodles. Many post-80s should have this experience, not because they were miserable, but now it was really miserable. But when I followed my grandma, I actually ate a lot of good things, such as white mushrooms growing on the wood after the rain, Chinese toon sprouting in spring, dried fish from the river, and beanworms burned in the stove.
Chapter completed!