Son-in-law's Romantic Life

No matter how hard Grandpa tried to hold on, he still fell down. Lying on the bed, he was so weak.    

Originally, it was his grandfather who worked in the family to support the two of us. But when his grandfather fell ill, this family instantly lost a pillar.    

I also don't know how I managed to hold on at that time.    

In my heart, there might only be one thought.    

Previously, it was Grandfather who took care of me. Now that Grandfather is sick, it's my turn to take care of Grandfather.    

Really, at that time, I really didn't think too much.    

A small child still doesn't understand the difference between cancer and ordinary illnesses. I thought that as long as my grandfather laid down and rested for a few days, he would be able to quickly recover after taking some medicine.    

However, during this period of time when Grandpa was sick, I needed to take care of him.    

What can a small child do?    

I can't do anything, and there's no place that is willing to accept this kind of child worker. I went around to pick up trash, and practically searched all of the rubbish bin in the county. My small body carried a large snake leather bag.    

It was filled with all kinds of bottles, paper skins, and was carried to the waste collection station.    

In that place, I earned the first money in my life.    

Five dollars.    

Only that small note.    

But that small note filled my heart with satisfaction. I am very happy, really happy.    

Grandpa is sick. I want to buy something that can make grandpa happy.    

Grandpa loves smoking, so I bought a pack of cigarettes for him.    

I was prepared to give Grandfather a surprise, but I didn't expect that when I returned, I would see Grandfather lying on the cold floor in the courtyard.    

I was shocked. How could I lie on the ground? How cold is the ground?    

My grandfather and grandfather cried out, wanting my grandfather to wake up. It's just that my grandfather might have slept too well. No matter how I cried, he still didn't wake up.    

Thus, I used all my strength to pull grandpa up from the ground. Carrying him on my back. That skinny, boneless body lay on the bed. He covered his grandfather with a blanket and placed the packet of cigarettes beside his grandfather's old and worn pillow.    

I want to let my grandfather wake up and immediately see this pleasant surprise.    

I'm looking forward to it in my heart.    

But grandpa never woke up again.    

Later on, I found out that Grandpa was already dead.    

Dead?    

I don't quite understand this concept, and I don't quite understand what death means.    

Until someone tells me that if I die, I won't be able to see it ever again.    

I cried, I cried so sadly.    

I don't want to not see my grandfather again. I don't want to be alone.    

I bawled. I want Grandpa to wake up. I can do things now, and I can also earn money. Grandpa won't have to work so hard alone anymore.    

However, Grandpa never opened his eyes again.    

He dug a hole and used the worn-out mat on the bed to wrap up grandpa's body and bury him.    

People said that he had to bury himself to rest in peace.    

It was right in front of Grandpa's grave that I learned how to smoke for the first time. It was the packet of cigarettes I bought. I lit one for Grandpa and placed it in front of the grave. I smoked one myself.    

The thick smoke entered my lungs, choking me until my tears kept flowing down.    

From then on, I became a person.    

When I was packing grandpa's things, I found a few thousand dollars. To me, it was a huge sum of money, all of which were scattered and saved up for ten to five dollars.    

It was the money grandpa saved for me.    

My grandfather was sick and didn't use this money to buy medicine. He held on until he couldn't hold on any longer.    

However, after his grandpa left, his parents, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, suddenly appeared and took the few thousand yuan away. They disappeared again.    

His life was so difficult and bitter.    

Beside the cold bed, there was no pair of withered tree branches like hands.    

I don't know how many times I have secretly cried at night.    

But grandpa told me to live well by myself, so I have to live on.    

Seeing that I lost my backing and those children who bullied me before wanted to bully me again, four or five times, that was the first time I had a fight.    

I couldn't beat them, but I seemed to have gone crazy. I bit a piece of flesh off one of the children's arms, and my mouth was full of blood.    

That child cried. The other children ran away. That child's father came over to teach me a lesson. I only held a kitchen knife and waved it randomly, cutting that man's arm.    

I'm only nine years old, and I don't have money.    

I didn't receive any punishment.    

Since then, they've all called me a mad dog.    

The school fees were waived by the government, but the living expenses had to be settled by me.    

I pick up trash, I move bricks, I do everything, as long as I can make money.    

Some of the students in the school give me money, let me help fight, I'll go too.    

As long as they see me, the people on the other side will often run away, because they all know that I can do anything for money.    

No matter when, no matter whether it was primary school, middle school, or even high school, I would always be alone.    

According to my grandfather's request, I survived and struggled with all my might.    

Although that kind of life was very tiring, to the point where I couldn't live on and even wanted to die.    

But because of my grandfather's words, I have been persisting. I want to live well.    

As for the other children, their school life is probably carefree.    

When it comes to high school, or even middle school, some students have already started dating.    

Ignorant and ignorant relationships were also the purest relationships, without any material contamination.    

Of course, that kind of life is definitely not fated with me.    

My daily life only has two lines. I work hard to study in the school, and outside the school, I work hard to earn money.    

The latter is even more important. At that time, I worked very hard, but earning money took up most of my time. I am also not a very talented person. No matter how hard I work, the gap between me and other students is getting bigger and bigger.    

My grades are not good, I fight all day, my family is poor, and my clothes are made up piece by piece. Such a man naturally won't be welcomed by girls.    

However, even if it is a man like me, there will still be spring.    

Ah, I remember now.    

I finally remember.    

I seem to have had a first love.    

I even forgot the name of that girl. I even forgot what that girl looked like.    

I only remember that it was a girl with big eyes, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and braided braids!    

Why, why would I think of these things?    

Everyone says that before I die, there will be a horse lantern. Everything that happened before will be replayed in front of me just like a movie.    

Is this the current situation?    

Am I really dead?