At six o'clock this morning, my grandfather passed away.

He had just been discharged from the hospital for two days, and who knew that he was gone.

Today is the day of the lifting of the lockdown, but traffic on the road has not yet fully resumed.

So my mom didn't let me go in the morning.

She and my aunt were my brother's car first.

My other cousin and I went in the morning.

After being woken up in the morning, I got up and wrote a chapter in a state of confusion.

The second chapter was written when I came back in the evening.

So today there are only two chapters.

And I am afraid that there will only be two chapters in the next two or three days, and I may even have to ask for advice for one day.

After all, life and death are not up to fate, and no one knows about this kind of thing.

Alas!

Thank you all for your support.

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