On February 14th, the day of the Lantern Festival, the family called to say that my grandmother had fallen.

I thought it was just a normal fall, and after asking a few questions, I hung up the phone. I didn't know how to go to it, but at about 5 o'clock in the morning on the 16th, the call came from home again.

Grandma, no.

I don't remember what kind of mood I felt at the time, but I remember that after I got up in a hurry, I posted a single chapter and released it regularly, and then hurried out of the house to my hometown.

However, due to the weather, the road to the station in the morning was frozen by frost, and the vehicles could not travel together. It wasn't until near noon that the road was able to walk.

When I got back at 8 p.m., my grandmother had passed away, and I hadn't seen her for the last time.

I stood near my grandmother's coffin for a long, long night in my mind, and my mind flowed through every bit of kindness my grandmother had given me since I was a child, but in the end I still didn't shed a tear. Because I've grown up, no matter how sad and sad I am, I don't want to show my vulnerable side in front of her old man.

When I woke up the next day, I smiled bitterly at the 15,000-word supplement, leaving behind my parents and brother who were busy with the funeral, and sat alone in my room for a day.

Although it was successfully completed in the end, there was no sense of accomplishment in my heart, and some of it was just heavy.

For the next few days, I tried to try to get the code words that I was busy with, but the tone of the whole book should have been joyful, but how could I write joyful words in my mood?

These days, because it is relatively backward in the mountains of my hometown, there is no Internet, and the burial of the old man after he leaves needs to be done instead of cremation. The chapters are to be sent, basically using mobile phone hotspots to share the network, and then log on to QQ to contact the editor in charge to help send it.

The gherkin is also her. A real beautiful editor -- so I'm ashamed not to come forward in the first place, because no matter how I look at it, I'm taking advantage of it.

Well, let's talk about the story.

The book is still very early to finish, and the third volume is the longest volume of the entire book, longer than the first and second volumes combined, well, if the grades do not fall, it should be so.

About the stallion harem,These don't need to worry at all.,There are too many people who write these at the starting point.,As I've written countless routines and I'm still a dead street.,The hatred for the routines (or the red eyes??),It's to the extent that I can only eat three or four bowls of rice (you can see the degree of hatred!).

Questions about updates. The death of my grandmother made me deeply aware of my insignificance in the face of this kind of thing, I dare not say anything bigger, I can only say that I will do my best every day to maintain stable updates!

In short, I write a good Taoist priest with my heart, so that you can watch it happily.

In the end, I still ask for a subscription, for those who don't have the ability to see the genuine version, I understand. But if you have the ability to watch the genuine version, I still hope that everyone will support and support Lemon, so that Lemon can continue to be active at the starting point, and bring you many better stories.

Let's just say that, at more points, you will be charged for a thousand words. (To be continued......)