dirty joke

My grandfather has a big waist, a thick door and a loud voice. His temper is as fierce as firecrackers that may explode at any time, which makes people daunting. It is such a Kanto man who is as docile as a kitten in front of my grandmother, obedient, and dare not speak rough. My grandmother is thin, kind-hearted, speaks softly and never loses her temper. When my grandfather has a bad temper, my parents and I will shut up.

Occasionally, when grandma's light cough doesn't work, grandma will use her killer-a small purple wooden box. She stroked the small wooden box, sighed and shed tears. At this moment, grandpa immediately calmed down honestly and even lost his smiling face to make grandma happy. This red wooden box is a magic weapon for grandma to surrender to grandpa.

More than 50 years ago, my grandparents were in their prime and their love was in full swing. However, something unexpected happened. Grandma was suddenly diagnosed with tuberculosis, which was called "consumption" at that time. This is an incurable disease. In order not to affect the happiness of her beloved, grandma deliberately concealed her illness from her grandfather, took French leave and moved to another city, leaving him only one. Grandma suppressed her sadness and only answered a few letters, sealing her indifference and lying that she felt the same way. Grandpa replied that his sister is his life. Without her, there is no point in living, and he would rather die. Later, grandpa somehow found her address and knocked down her boudoir. At this moment, grandma just got the news that the theory of "consumption" was misdiagnosed, and she cried with joy. Seeing grandpa is unforgettable. Just then, I heard a crunchy sound. Grandma looked down, and a brown glass pesticide bottle fell to the ground, but it was not broken. Grandma punched grandpa in the chest with powder fist and sobbed, "You are so confused. Do you still want to die for a woman like a man? " ..... Grandpa wanted to throw away the medicine bottle afterwards, but Grandma refused to live or die. She solemnly locked the medicine bottle in a mahogany box and kept it for more than 50 years.

Later, grandpa had an unfortunate cerebral hemorrhage. Before he died, he asked his grandmother to bring the red wooden box and put it on the hospital bed. He raised his hand to let me pass and put everyone away. Grandma was also kicked out by grandpa. Grandpa pointed to the wooden box, and I knowingly held it in my arms. Grandpa nodded and said the last sentence to me with difficulty. After watching me nod hard, he took a long breath and closed his eyes safely.

On the day of the funeral, I took out my wooden box and insisted on burying it with my grandfather. Grandma was surprised: "Girl, don't you want to take it with you forever?"

I said to my grandmother, "I've figured it out. I'd better let it stay with grandpa. "

Grandma wanted to keep it as a souvenir, and my family agreed. Only I stubbornly insist. Grandma said nothing, but her lonely eyes made people cry.

Afterwards, whenever I saw my grandmother hiding in the corner and secretly hurting her mind, my parents and boyfriend blamed me for burying the box, saying that my stubbornness at that time was unreasonable, but I just sighed heavily in my heart and didn't argue with them.