This Old Ancestor Is Just Too Cautious

One morning sixty years later, I was lying on a bed in a hospital. Time was running out. By this time, I had written more than 50,000 chapters. I held my phone and scrolled through the flat screen——I've finished reading today's updates. The children gathered around the bed and said heartbrokenly: "Dad, please stop reading. You are so old. You should take a rest." The great-grandson said at the bedside, "Grandpa, you have been reading this book for sixty or seventy years. When will you see the end?" I turned my head and glanced at my great-grandson and said calmly: "The author has been writing this book for more than sixty years. From youth to middle age and then to old age, he has been writing for a lifetime. He is using his life to write the book. I guess he will never finish it in this life." It seems that I will pass it on to my children to continue writing. I wish I had known this earlier. One book can last a lifetime. What a good job. It seems that my grandfather can't bear it anymore. After my grandfather passes away, if there is an ending to this book that day, you can read it to your grandfather when you visit his grave. Ah~~~~~cough cough" Ha~~~~~huh~~~~~ha~~~~huh... Time will freeze from now on. After another seventy years, a white-haired old man was pushed in a wheelchair by some young people to the tombstone of a grave. The old man ordered the young man to bring out a bouquet of flowers and some offerings, and then said to the grave: "Grandpa, I came to see you again. It seems that this book will not end in my lifetime. You are right. It seems that the author really passed this book to his descendants to write. But don't you Urgent, I have already asked my great-grandson to pay attention to this book. If there is an ending, he will be the first to inform you. At this point, I really have to blame you. I wish you had written a book. Look, one book can feed several generations..." The old man stopped making noises, only the cicadas chirped. After a while, several young people heard painful cries, and soon a new grave was added next to it. … One thousand eight hundred and forty years later, in front of a cemetery, a young man placed a large number of fruit offerings on an ancient tomb and kowtowed, "Ancestor, your wish will finally come true. This book will soon have an ending, because I took the only daughter of the author's heir and got the writing rights of this book. I can let this book end at any time. It was not intended that the ending should be passed on to future generations, but why do you always want to read the ending?" At this time, the sky was dark, thunder and lightning were coming, and an old voice came, "You unworthy descendant, how can you just throw away such a good job?" It has been good for several years.

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