It's Like a Lifetime Ago
by Weicheng
About This Novel
When I was eight years old, I bid farewell to my childhood and welcomed the disaster. Because of my grandfather's death, the instinctive joy and innocence of a little girl were cruelly exterminated from me. At the turn of spring and summer, my grandfather, a carpenter who knew how to make coffins, and I had to end our country life and live in Tianjin. The first time there was a power outage, my grandpa lit a red candle and led me to his dark room. He took out the simple drawings he had drawn during the day, put them in an envelope, glued them up, and asked me to write the address in crooked handwriting, and Feng Dahe accepted it. Grandpa tucked the letter under the mattress and said solemnly, Huahua, one day I will be lying on the bed like your grandma, and I will never think of sending it away. The simple drawing is to tell Dahe in the countryside that if his grandfather dies, he cannot be burned as a bundle of firewood.
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