When my grandma passed away, she was wearing the cotton pants I had worn when I was seven years old. When I found out, I cursed. The grandma I hated the most is finally dead! It solved the knot in my heart for many years. But thoughtful people in the village told me that they heard that some elderly people would wear the clothes of their children when they were children to extend their lives. I don't believe that people whose lives are borrowed will become unlucky. But one thing after another forced me to believe it, and then I discovered my grandma's account book. The inexplicable debt made me discover that the person who loves me deeply has always been my grandma! I also discovered the conspiracy between my aunt and my father! Only then did I realize that there was something fishy about my grandma's death!
