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Black and White Wuchang stood at the door of the moldy old house, holding the book of life and death and asking who Wang Xiulan was. Wang Xiulan is my grandmother, and we live together. The fortune teller said that grandma would have to leave tonight. I looked at the half bottle of mineral water I just picked up and the sheets I had soiled. Grandma's eyes were cloudy, staring at me, and suddenly pushed me: "Where are you, you wild girl, get out of here, don't steal my sweet-scented osmanthus cake." "My family loves this, I want to leave it to her, so get out." Grandma got sick again. She forgot about me because she missed me, but she still remembered to be nice to me. Dad shouted impatiently on the phone: "It's a good idea to die, so that I don't have to send you five hundred yuan for living expenses every month." "Lin Nian, you are a bumbling star. You can't even take care of an old man. What's the use of raising you?"