Forty Years: 1976-2016

When will my wife come out to write again? T^T Can Operation Arsenic be written into a second part? I want to see it, in which they go on a mission again after so many years. T^T

I'm so moved. The writing is so good that it's hard not to take in yourself. It's like an old movie that leaves a lingering aftertaste after watching it. Time really flies by in a blink of an eye, mixed with all kinds of joys and sorrows. It's so delicate, it seems like it really allowed me to see that era

From 1 o'clock in the morning to 5 o'clock in the morning, I couldn't stop the tears from falling down at the end. I felt so sad, so sad. . . The writing is so good that I really can't help but feel like myself.

It's very real, it's not a big deal, but it's these bits and pieces that make up life. I was reading a novel in the middle of the night and suddenly thought of Green Wildebeest. I checked online and found out that it has been closed. I feel very sorry. His book is one of the few that I know that I can read and read carefully every time. My original intention was to find Operation Arsenic or the Nervous Police Station, but after I clicked on the author's column, I entered this novel and couldn't go out until I finished reading it. When I came to my senses, it was already late at night. Fortunately, it didn't take long. It would have been cool before I could come back to my senses. Looking at other people's forty years, step by step, I typed this out suddenly in the middle of the night. Finally,?, Give the green wildebeest a big gift carefully!

I had nothing to do, so I brushed it again, and I really wanted to cry.

I think I clicked on it when I was watching the Nervous Police Station, and then I watched Hello Classmate. Although it is not funny, people who understand can always see some connotations. Long time no see, I unexpectedly posted a new final article. Although by looking at the copy, you can guess the content, direction and ending of the article, as well as the connection with reality. In the past, I always disliked the trivial nature of the parents, probably because they were older. As I watched the passing of relatives in the second half, I couldn't help but think of some of my own affairs. Only with enough writing power could I write about the trivial matters in such a flavorful way, without slapping Goldfinger in the face, and even the fights were brushed aside. But it just looks good. I don't know when the next time I can see wildebeest again, I hope it's not too far away, I wish everything goes well.

Grandma is gone, an eighty-year-old man. Thinking about how short-lived her happiness was in this life. When she was a child, she was given to the landowner as a maid because of her poverty, because the mistress promised the little sisters to comb their hair and not get married, but to serve the old mistress all their lives. Later, the old mistress left, and grandma married grandpa after being introduced by others when she was 30 years old. After giving birth to four daughters, within a few years, my grandfather passed away in an accident at a construction site. As a woman in that era when there was not enough to eat, she walked more than ten kilometers every day to work and raised four daughters. When I was young, my parents went to work in the provincial capital, and she brought us up. Due to various reasons, my aunt and the others were already 40 years old when they gave birth to my cousin, and my grandmother was in her seventies. One day she wanted to carry her cousin on her back, but after she carried him on her back, she couldn't stand firmly. I was in pretty good health originally. Just after I graduated, it started to rain heavily on the morning when I went to go for my employment physical examination. I was still waiting at the door of the hospital for a call from my second aunt Yu Ting to tell me that my grandma fell at the door while trying to deliver bananas to the children passing by. . . . This time I just broke my wrist, nothing serious, but it was the beginning of a series of sad things to come. After my grandmother broke her hand, her daily life became inconvenient. Once when she went to the toilet, she couldn't bear it any longer. In a moment of impatience, she fell off the toilet and cracked her thigh bone. After the operation, she developed a high fever that night, her brain atrophied, and she was admitted to the ICU for observation. Although the person still remembered after waking up, he was not willing to walk at all. She slowly lay in bed for two years. One day we discovered that she could no longer speak and sent her to the hospital saying she had suffered a stroke. Due to her physical condition, the doctor did not dare to do any treatment and could only wait for her to wake up and take her home. At that time, it was my mother and third aunt in the morning, and my second aunt and younger aunt in the afternoon. At night, it was me, my brother and my cousins ​​who were nagging her in her ears every day about what happened today and what happened when she was a kid. She woke up a week later. Except for drinking some porridge and moving his hands and feet, he basically can't move. In this way, grandma still managed to hold on for more than a year before leaving. She left the house where she and her grandfather had fought hard, raised four daughters, and lived in it all their lives. I used to wonder if people who have to stay awake all night when a loved one dies would not be bored and scared and want to go back to sleep? It was only when I realized that my loved one was lying there. At that moment, I really wanted her to wake up. After accepting the reality, I wanted to throw myself into her arms and act like a baby like I did when I was a child. After all, she loved me the most. If I acted like a baby, maybe she would be reluctant to leave and come back. I just thought about it and sat there all night. After seeing her off for the last time the next day, I went back to work as if I was running away. Only then will you not think about it and not be too sad. . . . . . Occasionally I look back at old photos, how happy she must have been when she took photos with her grandfather, her mother and her sisters, hugging my brother and me, and her cousins. Why were the last few years so difficult?

I can't stop crying... Xiaonan and Xiaoxi are both good children, Xiaogui is really happy, and Daguo is a good husband and father.

I have always been a fan. I have read the previous four articles countless times, and I unexpectedly discovered that there is another completed article. Such a realistic and beautiful story, as beautiful as a fairy tale. I was still in school when I went to the police station, and now I have children. I am writing this reply while holding my daughter who has a fever. Thank you. Life is so trivial, but there are still people who remind me of my most original wish. Live a good life and start well and end well.

It would be great if it could be made into a TV series. I want to watch it.