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Grandpa is an old carpenter. As long as I can remember (sorry, maybe I started to be wise later, I only started to remember when I was six or seven years old), my grandpa has been getting old. The kind that just got old. Not senile yet. But I have seen other decrepit old ladies in the village. It's strange in our village that most of the people who live longer are women, that is, old ladies. The muscles on their faces are hanging out one by one, and it's really strange that there are so many grooves in a small face, which is more meaningful than the taut and dewy little girl's face. However, something meaningful may not necessarily make people like it. They like to touch the children's heads and say repeatedly: "Good, good, so good, haha, haha..." But the children don't like this, and will avoid it if they see it from a distance.