The old lady in the family is seriously ill. Spend the last days of his life with him.

Since six o'clock last night, the old man has been conscious, but his body has reached its limit.

Gastric cancer. I haven't eaten for a few days. It is maintained only by nutritional injections.

It is said that the old man will count many things before he dies. Indeed it is. Yesterday the old man was the same, and he talked about some of the past. It's all family chores. I won't go into details.

I used to work in the field, and every time I came home, I would ask him to tell him about his youth. A lot of it is something that our generation has never experienced. It sounds very old now. If you have elderly people in the family, you may wish to ask them. How different they were from our modern times when they were young.

The old man was born in three or seven years. The deepest memory should be the scene when the Japanese devil entered the village and his parents fled to the wasteland with him on their backs. And in front of my grandfather's house, a Japanese soldier with a chicken on his bayonet was pierced when he passed by. There is also the incident of the village mouth Yuko, whose father was shot by the Japanese devils.

At the moment, I am sitting in a chair. Brother is on the side. My father is not in good health, I stayed up all night yesterday, my back hurts a lot, and I haven't eaten much. He was persuaded to take a break for a while. Come back for us in the middle of the night.

The wrinkles of the old man on the kang have already opened, and the seal hall is white. It is white, and the wrinkles are deep and whitish. The eye socket collapsed. I don't know if I'll be able to hold on tonight. To be honest, the family has been prepared for a long time.

After all, people go that way.

The old man's watch, radio, etc., would follow him.

Only one heirloom remained. It was passed down to him by his father, and it was an ink fountain made of bullet casings. I've seen it, copper, honestly, very old. But I can't tell it's a bullet, I don't know why.

My family is a carpenter's craft. The old man was quite wealthy in the village. The old man also pulled a big saw for the county. It's just that it's lost in my lifetime....

Not much to say. The mood is not heart-rending sadness. After all, the old man is already eighty years old. I didn't suffer much of a sin when I came.......

Do not say!

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