Grasping Evil

There was an accident at home a while ago, Grandpa died in a car accident, the update was delayed, sorry everyone, may have to be delayed in recent days.

Sorry I didn't notify you at the first time. 'Cause at first I just got the news, and Grandpa went into the ICU, and he drove home. I can't imagine this would be the last. From his severe coma, he watched as his illness worsened and eventually died.

My grandfather is an old cadre, but my house is very ordinary. Can you imagine an old cadre's child as a laid-off worker? Less, less. I admire my grandfather's character, he hates relationships, and he was too tough when he was young to be happy with his superiors. He's a hard temper, stubborn old man, and I like this kind of stubborn guy, maybe I have a lot of cute stubborn old men under my pen, that's why.

I like mediocrity, I like all people who live in mediocrity, because mediocrity is the truth, it is the suffering that goes hand in hand, and there are many of the best things about humanity.

My grandfather is an ordinary old man, in his eighties, who gets up every morning at six o'clock and walks, then buys breakfast home for his grandmother to eat, meets acquaintances on the road, laughs and plays with people. Sometimes he suddenly rises to travel and write about life. He loves painting, self-taught talent, and there were contemporary painters who wanted to take him as a disciple, because art also speaks of teacher acceptance, you can't become a master without a teacher acceptance. But rejected by this stubborn old man. The reason is -- I'm self-taught, I can't lie, I can't say you taught. The only chance to truly become a famous painter was lost.

So often people come to the door and trick the old man into having an exhibition. Why are you lying? Because you have to pay for it yourself, and you have to run away behind your back. The old man wasn't a smart guy, so he often worked on his own shows, and of course he wasn't the one who made the profits... so the salesman loved to look for him, so he could fool him into buying a bunch of weird things in three words, causing Grandma to get angry once, she couldn't help pouring laundry water, how could she tolerate spending money...

Yes, my grandfather was never a wise man. If he's smart, maybe he can be high, maybe he can be a generation of painters, maybe he can get all his kids into a career, maybe Ink's life will change course, and he won't have a chance to write a novel...

Too bad he was never a smart man.

But this character, perhaps, is the most lacking and precious thing of our time. Sadly, if I don't, his family won't, no one in the world will ever know what this stubborn old man has done in his life.

He walked calmly, like his paintings, his life, which was perhaps the only thing to be thankful for.

He used to say to me, "Your ancestors died of hunger. Those years were too painful and too poor for your generation to cherish."

The proudest thing about him is that he thinks I'm a writer —— but I can only count as an online writer, and these things, the old man, don't know.

He'd ask me what I wrote, and he'd like to see, and every time I get to this point, I'm like an enemy, like a horror —— this stubborn old man watches The Exorcism, and my skin gets ripped off.

He wants me to test my driver's license, drive him around China, park his car, write his life, I write novels, dine out, enjoy life...

I said, "Well, after a while, I won't hurt my back, so I'll go learn, and I'll take you around the world - but I'm actually just laying around, and life isn't poetry and distance, and I have to be careful, and I think so, but now I regret it."

I found my childhood painting in my grandfather's picture folder —— it was my grandfather's birthday one year, and I painted him a "proud painting," which I looked at in my elementary school eyes, and it was perfect, showing the vivid images of Carrot and Big Demon King on paper.

But when I looked at it as an adult, it was pretty speechless, because even if the characters were ugly, they actually drew seven or eight muscles on the arms of both characters —— and I was even more sure that I wouldn't have painting talent in my life.

But these two paintings were carefully collected by Grandpa and put together with his heartfelt paintings. I bet he doesn't even know who these two characters are...

I don't know what I'm writing, it's a little messy. When the ink is back in the mood, with the status, we will try to update the compensation.

Apologize again.