Call Me Grandma Again

The period article "I Came from the Mountains (1970s)" is being serialized. If you like it, you can click on the column to add it to your collection. Preface: I would like to dedicate this article to those who have lost their loved ones. I hope that if you have the chance to read this story, you will have light in your eyes and tenderness in your heart. Copywriting: You were the most beautiful village beauty during the Republic of China, but you were forced to marry your grandpa when you were still young. Since then, you have been the guardian of this family for more than eighty years. He was abandoned by his biological mother at the age of three and became a tool for farm work that his stepmother would beat and scold at will. But you always have a smile on your face, full of hope for life, and are willing to help others. During the Gengzi epidemic in Jingchu, you wanted to donate your only mask. Your eyes turned red while watching TV. But it was also because of this epidemic that I was unable to see you when you were awake. When I arrived, you were already dying. I held your hand tightly and shouted over and over again, "Grandma, Grandma." You grew old peacefully in my arms, but you have become an indescribable emotion in my heart. You are the first person to support my toddler, the first person to teach me to call mother, the person who has cooked breakfast for me every morning for more than ten years, and stayed with me late at night to do my homework under the kerosene lamp. The one who would use his own handkerchief to bring me snacks home no matter where he went. The one who carried me through elementary school because I couldn't walk. It was the person who sewed a menstrual belt for me when I had my first period at the age of fourteen. When you were a child, you always said, "Mumu, you are the best!" Now that you are no longer here, I have registered a small account and text myself every day, "Mumu, you are the best!" It's like you are still with me. When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts and the dark. Now, I am not afraid of ghosts or the dark, because I know that every ghost walking in the dark is someone that others miss. Thank you for allowing me to fulfill my filial piety every night when I dream. However, after waking up from the dream, I sat alone on the bed and called my grandma, but no one responded. Even so, when I write words about you, I still feel that there is light to be found... ———————— The copy of the pre-released article "Seventy's Best Family" in the second part is as follows: Copywriting: (opened on December 12th) ST-1 is the most important piece of the Z series chip, but it gave birth to human emotions. She didn't want to become a cold machine, so she ran away and traveled into the chronological novel to become Zhang Qiangsheng's 5-year-old daughter-Zhang Duoduo. Her grandpa pretends to be a devil all day long, neglecting a good teacher and insisting on learning fortune telling from others. Her father was a drunkard in the village. He would fight with dogs whenever he drank. Her mother-in-law is a true Voldemort. Her second aunt loves vanity and is greedy for petty gains. There are also Widow Ding in the village, Cheng Xiaoxiao, the charming young woman in the house, and Zhang Wuliang, the mercenary patriarch. Zhang Duoduo: "This world is quite interesting!" Reading guide: [The background is empty, don't pay attention to it] [Mainly writing about the weird and wonderful things in the village, please beware] [The male protagonist appears late and looks more like a group] [It's a pleasure to read the text and pictures, I just want to make the kids laugh, don't scold my supporting characters, they are dog-headed/save their lives] Intention: The so-called deep love is to let those who are reluctant to leave leave well!