Seeking the Flying Sword Path

Today (August 10th afternoon) Grandma Tomato died, and suddenly, there was no sign.

My grandmother is also older. This year, she is 88 years old. She also fell down and hurt her bones. She has been in bed for a long time.

It was just that she died suddenly so that the juniors felt it was sudden and emotionally unbearable.

I remember when Tomato was about eight years old, my grandfather died. That was more than twenty years ago.

My grandfather is very smart. He is famous for his talents in the village. He cut puff reeds, burned brick kilns, and made tofu ... Many things are done, and they all do well. In Tomato childhood memories, Grandpa was very kind, respected, and convinced by many people. The grandmother was taciturn, and only knew ordinary rural women who were diligent and diligent. When I had memories, my grandmother hump back.

I even thought that my grandmother was born with a humpback. Later, I heard my mother said that her grandmother had a back injury in middle age. She was poor and medical in that age, so she has been humpback since then.

Grandma's hard work throughout her life seems to have become a habit.

She talks little, only knows to laugh and look at the juniors happily. Every time she gave her a gift, her laughing teeth were revealed.

This is also the deepest memory of my grandmother in my mind, the humply smiling rural lady ...

Grandma, be in heaven.

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Regarding the update of the novel, in the next few days, I can only take a leave of absence. Tomato can spend time to adjust the mentality and write a chapter and it will be published.