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Why aren't you dead yet? This is a catchphrase my grandma always used when facing grandpa. When he said this, grandpa was like an idle second-rate man. He smiled sideways at grandma, wiped his nose with his sleeve, turned around and said, just die, just die. Then regardless of whether he reached out to grandma to ask for steamed buns, his silly expression was even more honest than when I was four years old. Grandma would definitely not give him steamed buns easily. She sat on the futon on the eaves of the upper room and hit her grandfather on the wrist with her walking stick. When the first blow was struck, grandpa didn't know how to dodge, and grandma also knew that grandpa couldn't dodge, so her force was neither light nor heavy. Grandpa's wrist only shrank slightly when it touched the crutch, then he smiled, and then stretched out his hand again. When grandma hit her again, he knew how to dodge, but it was only fleeting, and he stretched out again in an instant.
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