Owe Life

When I was sorting out my grandfather's belongings, I found an account book. The last entry read: "I owe my life to Lao Wang's family." The handwriting was scrawled, as if it was written in a hurry before death. I was the first in my village to go to college and stayed in the city after graduation. When my grandfather passed away, I didn't even see him for the last time. This is a thorn in my heart. After returning to the village, I found Wang Laizi and he asked me to take a look at the old well in the back mountain. There is an iron box at the bottom of the well, and inside is a letter left by grandpa - there was a famine thirty years ago, and grandpa borrowed half a bag of corn from Lao Wang's family, which was their last ration. One of their children starved to death. Grandpa spent his whole life repaying this kindness. But when I returned to Wang Laizi's house with the land deed, he was already dead. The note read: "I will repay your grandfather's kindness on behalf of my father. In this life, we will be clean." I suddenly remembered - Wang Laizi seemed to have died yesterday. So who was talking to me during the day? Things in rural areas are not black and white, nor are there clear distinctions between grievances and grievances. It is a confusing account that cannot be settled clearly and needs to be settled.