Grandma died in the evening.,Go home tomorrow to mourn.,It's estimated that the update can't all be placed at noon.,Now there are four chapters in the manuscript.,Timed noon.,There's one chapter left.,Find time code words in the afternoon to make up in the evening.,If you can't spare time in the afternoon.,It may have to be updated in the evening.,But the day is at least 10,000 words.,This is guaranteed.,It must be done.。 Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I haven't opened a single chapter for a long time, so I said a few more words, my grandmother once had eight children, but the only ones who lived to be thirty years old should be my aunt and my mother. Unfortunately, my aunt became a vegetative state due to soot poisoning at the beginning of the year, but fortunately, the old man already had some Alzheimer's, so although I hadn't seen my aunt for nearly a year, I didn't have much doubt, let alone sadness.

Someone once said that the worst thing in the world is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, and for a white-haired person who has sent a black-haired person six times, Alzheimer's disease in his later years has become a blessing, which is inevitably embarrassing. Fate is so strange and mysterious, isn't it?

For my aunt, she couldn't send her mother on her last journey, and I don't know if she will ever come to her senses in her lifetime, and I don't know if she will regret it. Whether or not she regrets it in the future, at least for now, she belongs to the calm side and will not be as sad as my mother.

When I first got my father's call, I was also sad, and in my opinion, I was more sad because of my mother's sadness. Grandma has been demented for ten years, and she has just gone to college from Bullet Shell, and now, Bullet Shell has graduated from college for five and a half years!

Ten years is a long, long time, long enough that it can wear away a lot of feelings for grandma - not without feelings, but when you find that grandma, who loves you so much, becomes a person who doesn't know who she is, and becomes like a stranger. Then as time goes by, the feelings will slowly fade. Maybe the bullet casings are a little affectionate, and the bullet casings feel uneasy every time they think about this, and they feel a little cold.

But as the night ticked by, the bullet casings began to recall some scenes from their childhoods at their grandmother's house, and finally, the sadness from the bones began to spread. That's my grandma, and I don't have a grandma anymore.

At midnight, I packed up my things and couldn't help but write these down, I hope you cherish the people in front of you, cherish your parents, relatives and friends, and of course, cherish yourself, life is really beautiful! Life is so precious!

I wanted to stop writing here, but there are rules at the starting point, and you can't publish less than 1,000 words, so you can only nag a few words.

Throughout the night, most of the time was spent reminiscing about the old days, especially in the late nineties, when the shells were teenagers and often went to their grandmother's house to play. Shell's hometown is a relatively poor kind of village, but it is not in the mountains, but it lacks resources - including land resources, so although the villagers are very hardworking, they are still somewhat poor.

When I was in elementary school, I couldn't even eat instant noodles with bullet shells, and many post-80s generations should have such an experience, not that they sold badly, but now they are really miserable. But at that time, I followed my grandmother, and actually ate a lot of good things, such as white mushrooms that grow on the wood after the rain, such as toons that sprout in spring, such as dried small fish caught in the river and then dried, and beans and insects burned in the stove.

Perhaps, in the future, the bullet shell will have the opportunity to write a book of this kind of farming in the eighties and nineties, a bit similar to the style of "Little Landlord", of course, it must be different, but similar to that era, similar nostalgia, maybe there were actually a lot of very interesting, warm and attractive stories in that era, and there were also a lot of very interesting, warm and attractive lives, and the bullet shell hopes to write it, because I suddenly really want to write! (To be continued.) )