The room goes through the late Ming Dynasty, and the back door leads to North America at the beginni

Grandpa's stomach cancer is in the terminal stage. He couldn't get over it last night and finally passed away.

When I was a child, I often listened to my grandfather telling stories, which were similar to ordinary people's oral stories with a sense of humor, such as ghost foxes saving people and harming others, how stingy landlords are, and scholars who accidentally saved beautiful women and married them. It felt like The reason why I like novels is also influenced by my childhood experiences.

What I remember most clearly now is that a daughter of a rich family liked to practice martial arts. She choked on a hard-boiled egg and fell into a state of suspended animation. She was buried by her family. She happened to encounter a tomb robber who dug up the grave, took away the treasure, and left a robber hole. . A scholar went to Beijing to take the exam, met a robber on the road, and was chased in a panic. He strayed into a cemetery and fell into a robber's cave. He happened to crush the rich daughter until she vomited out eggs, and survived. Then the beautiful daughter promised her body to the poor scholar. .

My memory of other little stories is also blurry. Every time I go back to my hometown, I like to listen to my grandpa retelling them.

But as my grandfather gets older, he can remember fewer and fewer stories, and the fewer stories he tells, the simpler and more difficult they are to be logically self-consistent... Sometimes I often wonder where my grandfather heard such things. What a small story, after all, he only went to the third grade of elementary school.

Although grandpa is eighty years old and did not suffer from illness for too long before he left, it is still quite sad to think about what happened when he was a child.

As the eldest grandson, I helped with the funeral arrangements today. I was busy all day and didn't rest until after eight o'clock.

Tomorrow may be busier.

Sitting in front of the computer, in addition to feeling tired, my mind is relatively empty and it is difficult to devote myself to the novel...

That's the way it is.

I have to take two days off.

Please forgive me, readers. (End of chapter)