Nine, Legendary Love

So I heard a beautiful love story. The protagonists of this story are two old people over 80 years old. I was shocked. It turned out that there was really unswerving love in the world.

Grandma fell down three years ago and couldn't get up again. She lay depressed all day long, sighing that the original human life was so fragile at the end, fragile like a withered straw, and the wind could blow it off. Grandpa had been ill until then and relied on medicine to maintain his life. Seeing Grandma like this, he ate the bitter medicine as candy, tricked Grandma into taking medicine with him, telling jokes with Grandma, and playing with his grandson in front of her bed. Grandma still went. Grandpa began to stop the medicine and stop the injection. Looking at the imported medicine all over the house, Grandpa said, "You have done your filial piety to me. I'm very happy, but she has left. What's the point of me taking medicine? Who else listens to me and who tells me to smoke less. I used to take medicine, but I just didn't want to die in front of her. She must not be able to stand this blow. Now that I'm fine, I finally don't have to take the medicine that is worse than Huanglian."

In a few days, Grandpa died peacefully. He looked at Grandma quietly until the last moment...

I don't know how to persuade him. Listening to the story of his grandparents reminds me of Gerald and his wife in Drift, so I said, "A man's life is like a play, and this play is for his beloved woman. Your grandmother left, as if the curtain in front of the stage has fallen, and the light has become dim, my lord. I was such a person standing on the stage without an audience. He didn't know for whom to continue the play of life, so he also left."

"That's what my father said to me"

"Cry, don't pretend to be strong, it's really uncomfortable!" Article 70 of the New proletarian rule, women have the right to cry at any time and lend you their shoulders by the way. Don't get me wrong, because Article 71 says that men have the obligation to lend their shoulders to women."

I saw her fragile side. Before leaving, she threatened me and said, "If I tell others what she cried today, be careful that I will not be at peace for the rest of my life." And I looked at her quietly and looked at this woman. What kind of woman is she? She is a woman who is loyal to herself and afraid of being hurt, a kind-hearted but full of thorns, a tree in the distance when she is silent, a lively rain outside the window, a woman who is afraid that others will know when she cries, but hopes that the whole world will dance for it when she laughs...

"What are you looking at? Are you taking advantage of me with your mind again?" The tears from the corners of her eyes were fierce to me.

"Hey hey, according to Article 72 of the New Rules of the proletariat, citizens have the right to fantasy, but you can rest assured that even if I fantasize, I will take a poster of Li Bingbing. Please look in the mirror first.

"vulgarity", it seems that every time I talk to her, I end with these two words. I have no choice but to go back to the dormitory to watch the treasure appreciation program. I always think about whether CCTV has only finished when it comes to the south of the Yangtze River. The whole host who is like a resentful woman caress his head on the stage and says something humorous, but I always I thought that if I accidentally picked up an ancient bottle and sent it that day, and then I smiled. When Xiaobao saw it, I would naturally say, "Kid, your taste is getting worse and worse. You are also interested in such a woman with a dead husband." Suddenly, I heard the host say to a male guest, "Mr. Please take your 'baby'. Come out," the smiling little bag is like picking up a treasure.

"Vulgar", I said something to Xiaobao, left angrily, and found that it was my own room...