In the middle of October, I remember that there are still a few days before the last Korean proficiency test that lasts for half a year. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A few days before the exam, I was walking in the twilight when I received a phone call.

Grandma died.

I behaved as I did when I first heard that my grandmother was terminally ill, so I turned off my phone and continued walking.

My brain probably doesn't know what to think about, so I don't think about it at all.

I went to bed early at night, but I dreamed that my grandmother was waving at me.

It's like my grandmother's encouragement when I was a toddler in my childhood, and it's like goodbye to goodbye.

The next day of class, I told the teacher about it with my school bag.

"The exam is just a few days away." The teacher said to me.

"It's okay, it's okay if you can't take the test." I said this to the teacher.

In fact, it has something to do with me, because this exam is a combination of my time for nearly half a year, and if I don't pass, it will be in vain.

But I don't think it's a big deal compared to what's in front of me.

When I got home, my dad wasn't there, and my mom took care of the company and made a meal for me.

As I ate, I felt like I was being hit by a sledgehammer in my heart, and it hurt.

Some people say that life and death are separated, and some people say that life and death are very close.

I don't know the exact meaning of death because it was so far away from what I should have been.

But in fact, this process is played out by my side all the time, and most of the time I don't see it.

In the process of returning to my hometown, I thought back to the first few times I went to see my grandmother.

The first time I sent my grandmother back to my hometown, my grandmother still looked very good and didn't feel seriously ill.

The second time I went to see my grandmother, she still cooked for me.

During the period, it took a long time to see grandma for the third time, grandma's birthday, the thin body with a paper crown in the laughter of relatives because of exhaustion and deep sleep.

The fourth time I went to see my grandmother, my grandmother was already confused, and her memory went back, and she looked at me and asked me in a daze how I had grown so tall.

The sixth time I went to see my grandmother, my grandmother was in a state of sleep, breathing steadily, and her chest was lying together.

And the fifth time, it was just an empty old house and a black and white photo.

I looked at my father, whose eyelids drooped, but showed no signs of tears.

But I knew he must be sad.

The whole process went like a process, and I walked through the process in a daze, to see the moment when the grave was filled.

I wondered, what exactly is death?

Is it never seen again? Or reincarnation?

Is it the end of life, or the beginning of life?

Unforgettable in the midst of a cry? Or do you want to stop your body functions peacefully in the company of your children?

I don't know about these things, but people always have emotions because of the unknown.

It takes a long time for this emotion to be deliberated and released.

At that time, I had no emotions in my heart, but now I feel sad when I type.