Author: Child Practice

It was my mother and grandma who came here together.

"Where is grandpa?" The three of us walked out together. I asked, and my cousin asked, "Where is dad?"

"I'm going to sleep." Grandma told her cousin in a desperate manner, "Don't quarrel with him, let him have a good rest."

After hearing this, my cousin insisted on going to see my grandfather.

My sister and I stood beside my mother and continued to ask, "What are you doing here?"

Also, whether my grandfather sleeps with my grandmother when he sleeps, is he sleeping here?

The second floor should have been rented out, just where my uncle and aunt live, but my grandmother used to live in dilapidated place. The lights in the room were not turned on even during the day, so she could only see the light in the backyard through the window.

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My grandfather lives there, and he walks in that room.

"Your grandma said you couldn't find the things you bought last time, so I'll come and help find them." My mother looked at us, smiled softly, and said, "You two go and play by yourself."

It was really sudden.

The sister asked curiously: "What is it?"

My mother smiled again and said, "It's not for food, you go out and bask in the sun."

My sister and I watched my grandmother and mother enter the room, closed the door and locked it. It was mysterious and curious, so we walked down the stairs and spoke to them.

When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, we looked around and found that there was nothing else to play.

This is the place where people live, outside, either the fields or the dirt roads.

It's boring.

Want to go home.

We were interrupted as soon as we got along well with my cousin. He went to see my grandfather. Should we go to see my grandfather or stay to play his game?

It doesn't seem to be very good.

Here, we are like two outsiders.

"What are mom and the others talking about?" my sister asked me in a low voice.

I shook my head and replied, "How do I know?"

She pushed me and urged, "Go up and listen."

I took a step and looked back at her: "Come up together, let's be gentle."

"Okay." My sister smiled.

So we looked up and walked a few steps with slight hands and feet, wanting to hear what the mother and daughter were saying.

But you can hear some sound, but you can't hear clearly.

Maybe it's talking about some things about my grandfather.

Who asked my grandfather to live in the original room? Is it my aunt or grandfather herself?

I can only think of these two possibilities.

What will a person become when he dies, visible corpses and invisible ghosts.

In short, it is unlucky for someone to die.

In the future, my cousin will use this small building as a wedding house when he gets married. Before the demolition and before he gets a villa in the rural area, my aunt always thinks so and keeps talking about it. When Jiahui gets married, she will decorate the place well.

one time.

My sister and I were unable to hear anything, so we rubbed on the stairs for a while, and then we heard my mother walking towards the door in high heels. We were so scared that we quickly went downstairs to hide.

Grandma came out and stood by the door and said to her mother, "My sister, my memory has become worse and worse these days. Do you remember everything I told you just now?"

The mother nodded and advised, "Mom, there is no way to do this when the situation reaches this point. Don't think too much. Now have a good rest and take good care of dad. If you are sick, who will take care of me?"

Grandma thought about it and said, "Yes."

My mother went downstairs and saw us downstairs, and asked us strangely: "Why don't you go out to play? You want to go home."

"Nothing fun." Let's tell the truth.

My mother rarely agreed with us and simply said, "There is nothing fun, so let's go home and go out to see if there is a car, and then don't call the bumper car to come."

"Yeah." We watched my mother walk towards the back door of the old house, and her figure quickly melted into the darkness. When we reached the stairs, we saw some light.

We follow the past.

My mother reminded us: "Wait downstairs for a while, don't run around, I'll go and see your grandfather again."

"good."

We continued to stand downstairs stupidly, looked around boredly, walked to the kitchen window, tried to move the window open, and looked out for a few glances.

In addition to weeds, there is also some garbage.

Since it is here, it must have been thrown out by the people from my grandmother's house. There is a red bucket next to the window, without plastic bags, and all kinds of kitchen waste are placed directly. According to my observation, I don't take it out every day.

If you put it in it, it is easy to attract flies and insects when putting it in it. In the end, my grandmother asked to throw it out.

There was no big trash can outside like the street, so my grandmother might have collapsed near the back of the window.

You can throw away the precious things like this, and of course you have to hide them and keep them in order to avoid forgetting them, so you told them to your mother in advance.

For example, a gift to the future granddaughter-in-law.

Maybe it was grandma's own dowry.

Grandma's dowry was a gold ring, which she had been wearing on her hands and was jailed, so it was impossible to break it off.

"Doesn't that hurt? How can I take it down?" We asked my grandma who was washing clothes by the bridge.

Grandma said, "It doesn't hurt." She also washed the soap on her hands to show us, "The colors have become like this, and others think it's fake." As she said that, she laughed, "Wipe it then."

Just click on soap and you can get it off."

We urged grandma to wipe it now.

The ring is already in a state of depression when worn on the hand, so how could the flesh on the edge not hurt?

But even if the ring on my grandma's hand was soap, it could no longer be taken off. It could not pass the joint level, so it could only continue to wear it.

Grandpa also has a gold ring.

He had a habit of taking off the ring before going to bed every time, not because he was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable when he was wearing it, but because the ring would disappear when he was sleeping.

Then how is that possible?

People sleep in mosquito nets and do not have the habit of sleepwalking. Even if they loosen up, they are still in mosquito nets. Otherwise, where else can they go?

Taking too much emphasis on it will instead lay hidden dangers.

When my grandfather got older, he took off his ring and went upstairs to take a nap. He forgot to put the ring up, the ring disappeared.

Grandpa said he was taken away by a mouse.

But when he went upstairs, he immediately remembered that he had not put the ring in place. After the time he got down, the ring was gone. It was really a mouse that took it away?

No one knows this kind of thing.
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