Grasping Evil

Some time ago, there was an accident at home. Grandpa died in a car accident. The update was delayed. I'm sorry everyone. It may have to be delayed in the next few days.

Sorry for not letting you know right away. Because at first I just got the news that my grandfather was in a severe ICU, so I rushed back to my hometown. I can't imagine this will be the last. From his severe coma, he watched his condition deteriorate and eventually passed away.

My grandfather is a veteran cadre, but my family is very ordinary. Can you imagine that the children of a veteran cadre will be laid-off workers? Few, very few. I admire my grandfather's character very much. He hates getting involved. When he was young, he was too strong and had trouble with his superiors. He is a tough-tempered, stubborn old man. I like this kind of persistent person. Maybe there are many lovely stubborn old men in my writings, that's why.

I like the ordinary, and I like all those who live in the ordinary, because in the ordinary there is truth, there is sharing weal and woe, and there are many beautiful things in human nature.

My grandfather is an ordinary old man in his 80s. He gets up at 6 o'clock every morning for a walk, then buys breakfast for his grandmother and goes home to eat. Sometimes he would suddenly arise to travel, to sketch. He loves to paint and is self-taught. There was a contemporary famous painter who wanted to accept him as a disciple, because art also pays attention to mentoring, and you cannot become a master without mentoring. But was rejected by this stubborn old man inhumanely. The reason is - I'm self-taught, I can't lie, I can't say you taught me. Then lost the only chance to truly become a famous painter.

Therefore, people often come to the door and trick this old man into opening an art exhibition. Why do you say it's a lie? Because you have to pay for it yourself, and you have to go out of town with the painting on your back. The old man is not a smart person, so he often goes to work to hold art exhibitions by himself. Of course, the profit in the end is not that the people he sells love to look for him. With just a few words, he can trick him into buying a bunch of strange things, which made grandma very angry. Anger, she can't even throw away the laundry water, how can she tolerate spending money indiscriminately

Yes, my grandpa was never a smart man. If he is smart, he may be in a high position, he may become a famous painter of a generation, maybe he can let all his children enter the business unit, maybe the life of Ink will change the trajectory because of this, and he will no longer have the opportunity to write novels

Too bad he was never a wise man.

But this kind of character may be the most missing and precious thing in this era. The sad thing is, if I don't say it, and neither do his relatives or friends, no one in this world will know what this stubborn old man has done in his life.

He walked very peacefully, just like his paintings, his life, which may be the only thing to be thankful for.

He often said to me before his death: Your ancestors starved to death in those days, those years were too hard and too poor, so your generation should cherish them.

The thing he is most proud of is that he thinks I am a "writer" - but in fact I can only be regarded as a writer on the Internet, these things, the old man can't tell.

He would ask me what I had written, and he wanted to read it, and every time I was facing a big enemy, I would be so terrifying—my skin would be peeled off when this stubborn old man watched "Enchanted".

He wants me to take a driver's license test, drive him around China, stop the car, he sketches, I write novels, eat and sleep, enjoy life

I said yes, yes, I will go to school after a period of time when my back is not sore, and take you around the world - but in fact I am just perfunctory. , but now I regret it.

I once found a painting of my childhood in my grandfather's portfolio - it was my grandfather's birthday in a certain year, and I drew him a "proud painting". Looking at it with the eyes of my elementary school, the painting was perfect. Roth and Piccolo are vividly displayed on paper.

But when I look at it with the eyes of my adulthood, I am quite speechless, because the characters are ugly, and the two characters have seven or eight muscles drawn on their arms - I am even more sure that I will never draw in my life. Talented.

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

I don't know what I'm writing, it's a bit messy. When the ink calms down and has a status, I will try to update and compensate everyone.

Apologize again.