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Gave the old man his last ride at the funeral home.

Writing something for his old man, after all, he always cared about my books.

Grandpa did something that I've never forgotten.

I don't remember how old I was that year, but I remember one day when my father lost three hundred dollars, he was looking all over the house for it, anxious and frustrated.

When my grandfather found out, he secretly took out three hundred yuan from the book under his bed and asked me to call my father over.

He told my dad that the money was not lost, but found.

My father believed me and took the money and left.

But I knew that the money belonged to my grandfather.

This incident touched me very deeply, and it still affects me to this day.

I still remember one thing my mother told me.

I heard that when my uncle married my aunt, the whole family didn't agree, because my uncle was a famous university student with a bright future, while my aunt had no education and lived in the countryside.

Grandpa was an open-minded person, and in his heart, as long as the children liked it, the adults should not interfere.

Later, when Grandpa became seriously ill, he was sent to Suzhou, where he stayed with his second uncle.

She took good care of him as if he were her own father, and everyone praised her as a good daughter-in-law.

But I wondered if she had never forgotten the only support she had back then.

I don't mean to be sentimental, but I just want to tell you what a good man my grandfather was.

Life goes on, thank you all for your concern during this time.

In order not to worsen the situation, I'll top it off with my daily routine first, although many readers have already read this chapter.

The single chapter of Grandpa's death will be deleted later, and some things bear themselves just fine, although everyone has already suffered the price of updates and quality loss along with it.

The single chapter, including this one, will not hang on for too long, and I always feel that too many single chapters will affect everyone's reading.

After a few days of tossing and turning, the funeral is basically over.

The next step will be to adjust your state and try to finish the next story.

The next story is envisioned to be a big climax, but I'm not sure I'm in a perfect state to present it, so updates will probably still be a few days slow.

I know that this book is at its peak.

The top ten hot sellers hung around for days.

The 24 novels topped out at close to 10,000.

In the whole starting point, it should be a very impressive achievement, breaking all my previous records.

Now engage in this out, very dead, but life has some helplessness, is unavoidable, can only try to accept.

When I think of my grandfather before he died, he liked to ask me how many manuscripts I had and how much money I had earned. ......

He also remembered exactly how much I owed on the house.

He can't even remember what he ate, drank or slept, but he knows everything about me.

He spent his whole life wishing for the best for his grandchildren.

I won't say any more.

I hope you will understand my hardship.

I'll do my best to get everything back on track.