Request for Leave (Funeral)
My wife's grandfather is well-known among the neighbors for his ingenuity. His home has a full set of handmade solar energy equipment. Except for the air conditioner, which can't really support it, it can basically be self-sufficient.
He is almost 90 years old. On weekdays, he likes to use the computer to shop online, with an average of one express delivery per day. Unpacking boxes and discussing products with online store customer service are his few hobbies.
Given the surfing environment in our country, the computer always has problems, and then I make a shining appearance.
The problems are all very simple, and they are solved in a few minutes. The two of us sit and chat for the rest of the time.
The topics are very diverse, and they talk about everything, from astronomy and geography to street corners. The most interesting thing is that he always complains about the shortcomings of his daughter and son-in-law, that is, my father-in-law and mother-in-law, in front of me, and then asks me to be more considerate.
Later, something happened to me, I was short of money, and my life was not satisfactory. But I am a person who wants to save face, and I don't want to speak, so I just stick to it.
Then one day, he took out a bank card and said that it was all his retirement savings, and his wife and children had no right to interfere. He asked me to take it and use it first, and not to feel any pressure.
I still remember the way he waved his hands and spoke.
"Borrowing money is borrowing money, giving money is giving money..."
Sitting on the sofa in the living room outside his house typing now, thinking back to the past, the most impressive scene was the first time I met him.
I didn't know him at that time, and he knew about the existence of such a prospective grandson-in-law from my wife.
Then on a hot afternoon, I was standing on the side of the road on duty, and I saw an old grandfather with white hair turning around me in different directions.
He knew to walk on the zebra crossing to disguise himself, but later he stopped pretending and approached me directly to complain about the fact that he drove a motorcycle into the city without a license decades ago and was confiscated by the traffic police.
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After working in our industry for a long time, I thought I was used to life and death and looked down on separation. In terms of mentality, I always feel that if I encounter something, I will definitely stand firm and not panic.
In fact, this is only half true.
I can stand still, but I am very flustered.
Please forgive me for the past few days, brothers.