Grasping Evil

Some time ago, the family accident, Grandpa died in a car accident, the update was delayed, I am sorry everyone, and may have to delay in recent days.

I am not sorry to inform you at the first time. Because at first I just got the news, Grandpa entered the severe iu, so he rushed back to his hometown. I can't imagine this will be the last one. It was so severely comatose from him that he had been watching his condition worsen and eventually passed away.

My grandfather is an old cadre, but my family is very ordinary. Can you imagine that the children of an old cadre will be laid-off workers? Less, very few. I really appreciate the character of my grandfather. He hates to walk. When he was young, he was too strong and unhappy with his superiors. He is a hard-tempered, old man, I like this kind of persistent person, maybe there are a lot of cute old men in my pen, for this reason.

I like ordinary people. I like everyone who lives in the ordinary. Because there is truth in the ordinary, there is a lot of humanity, and there are many of the most beautiful things in human nature.

My grandfather is an ordinary old man. In his eighties, he gets up at 6 o'clock every morning and then buys breakfast to go home to eat for his grandmother. When he meets an acquaintance on the road, he will laugh and sway the dragon. Sometimes he will suddenly rise to travel and write. He loves to paint and self-taught. He once had a famous contemporary painter to accept him as a disciple, because the art is also about the teacher, and you can't be a master without the teacher. But it was rejected by the old man who was unreasonable. The reason is that I am self-taught, can't lie, can't say that you taught. I lost the only chance to become a famous painter.

So often someone will come to the door and lie to the old man to open a painting exhibition. Why is it a lie? Because you have to pay for yourself, you have to carry your own paintings to the field. The old man is not a smart person, so he often works on his own to open a painting exhibition. Of course, the profit is not because the people he sells are all looking for him. In a few words, he can lie to him to buy a bunch of weird things, which makes his grandmother very Gas knot, she can't even mess with the washing water, how can I tolerate spending money?

Yes, my grandfather has never been a smart person. If he is smart, he may be in a high position. Maybe he can become a famous painter. Maybe he can let all his children enter the public institution. Maybe the life of ink will change its trajectory. There will be no chance to write novels.

Unfortunately, he has never been a smart person.

But this character may be the most lacking and precious thing in this era. Sadly, if I don't say it, his relatives and friends don't say that in this world, no one knows what the old man has done in his life.

He walked calmly, like his paintings, his life, which may be the only thing to be thankful for.

He often said to me during his lifetime: Your ancestors were starving to death, those years are too bitter, too poor, so your generation should cherish.

His most proud thing is that I am a "writer" but in fact I can only count as a network writer. These things can't be distinguished by the elderly.

He will ask me what I wrote. He wants to see that every time I go to this day, I will be as good as the enemy, and I will be watched by the old man, "The Devil", my skin will be smashed.

He wants me to take a driver's license and drive him to travel around China. When the car stops, he writes, I write novels, sleep in the wind, enjoy life.

I said that I am good, I will go to school after a while, I will take you around the world, but in fact I am just perfunctory, life is not poetry and distance, but also must be camped, and I think so. I regret now.

I used to find my childhood painting in my grandfather's picture folder. It was a grandfather's birthday in a certain year. I painted him a "smug painting" and looked at it from my elementary school. The painting was perfect and will be Caroline. And the vivid image of the Big Devil is on paper.

But I used my adult eyes to look at it, but it was quite speechless. Because the characters were ugly, even on the arms of the two characters, I actually painted seven or eight muscles. I even confirmed that I would not have painting talent in my life. It is.

But these two paintings were carefully collected by my grandfather and put together with his **** paintings. I bet he doesn't even know who these two characters are.

I don't know what to write, it is a bit messy. When the ink mood is calm, with the status, we will try to update and compensate everyone.

Apologize again.