Chapter 317 Divorce Letter

At this point, the grandma on the phone started crying.

When Xia Wange was about to persuade her, grandma stopped crying and continued to express her demands anxiously.

I don't know whether she was worried that her crying would annoy the person on the other end of the phone, or whether she was afraid that if she didn't speak up quickly, the matter would not be resolved.

In short, grandma's mood recovered quickly, as if it wasn't her who cried uncontrollably just now.

Xia Wange tried to comfort her grandmother softly, but she didn't expect that her comfort would make her grandmother unable to control herself and cry so hard that she didn't even have the strength to speak. In her trembling and choked voice, she could vaguely hear "Don't hang up", "I'll be well soon", and "Don't hang up".

She sighed softly and repeatedly stated that she would not hang up the phone and that she would definitely help her solve the problem.

Grandma knew that every time she cried, her husband would become impatient, so she got used to indifference, but she was not used to warmth.

Xia Wange's warmth caught her off guard.

Grandma is just a microcosm, a microcosm of those who work hard and are constantly oppressed but live tenaciously. They are spiritually empty and have no social life. Everything revolves around their husbands and children. They are busy all their lives and have no time to think about their own spiritual world.

After a long while, grandma said, "I'm so scared. I haven't slept so late since the old man died, but I haven't dared to sleep for the past few nights. I'm afraid that once I fall asleep, I will dream about the old man again and he will take me away again. I have to get up before dawn to cook porridge and clean the house, and then wake him up after cooking his favorite side dish. I eat a little and then clean the yard. After he washes up, he slowly eats what I cook and then goes out for a walk."

"After he left, I went to the fields to pick and cook vegetables. He didn't settle for anything less than a meal and always had soup for lunch and dinner. When I finished cooking the vegetables, he came back, took out his little white wine glass, poured a glass of wine, and then asked me why I didn't have any peanuts to go with the wine. I sat down and cooked peanuts for him. When I came back, he had already eaten most of the food and went to sleep."

"I ate a simple meal, then cleaned the house, wiped the table, washed the dishes, cleaned the stove, and washed the clothes. When I finished all that, he got up, threw me a few dozen yuan, and told me that some friends would come to our house for a drink that night, and asked me to go to the street to buy some meat and cold dishes."

"The town is far away. It takes me a long time to get there on my tricycle. Actually, he can go faster on his motorcycle, but he is too lazy to go."

"In order to save money, I bought the vegetables and mixed them myself, which naturally took more time. When he was done, he came back and said I was too slow. Some friends are coming soon."

"His friends came over, and they were drinking and eating. I finished my meal at the stove, cleaned up briefly, and went to sleep. But they were too noisy, and I just fell asleep when he came in and acted crazy, waking me up repeatedly."

"After he falls asleep, I take a nap for a while, then get up to clean up the mess on the table, and then cook for him..."

"I have endured this kind of life for more than 50 years. I finally waited until he died and my grandson grew up and respected me and gave me money. Even though he has been dead for many years, sometimes I still wake up in the morning and wonder if he would scold me if I didn't cook for him."

"Master, I used to be not afraid of death, but after having that dream, I am now extremely scared. I am afraid that as soon as I close my eyes and open them again, I will see him, and I will have to endure it again..."

Xia Wange listened to the other person's story quietly without interrupting, acting as a qualified listener. Only when her grandmother lost control of her emotions again did she speak again: "Grandma, don't worry, you believe me, you can definitely get a divorce. You can live the way you want after you die, and he can't do anything to you."

At this point, there was a moment of silence in the car. The truck driver took out two photos and handed them to Xia Wange. "Master Xia, my grandmother used to have trouble sleeping at night. After you comforted her, she slept much better these days. Especially when she was embroidering the divorce certificate, she was extremely happy. She said that she had been sewing clothes all her life, and she was most energetic when sewing the divorce certificate. And she can read, too. You asked her to orally state that she wanted a divorce and also to write down all the swear words. My grandmother was very happy. She felt that this way of getting a divorce was also exciting, so many of the words in it were in dialect mixed with Mandarin."

"Dialect?" Xia Wange took out the embroidered divorce papers and glanced at them. Then she looked at them again and read them carefully because she was going to read them later.

"My grandma also asked me to give this to you. This is her photo, and this one is a photo of my grandfather when he was alive. She was worried that you recognized the wrong person." The truck driver added.

"Okay." Xia Wange took the photo and took a look at it.

An ordinary old couple, an ordinary grandmother, are the epitome of many grandmothers' lives. They are hardworking and never complain. They raise the younger generations but lose themselves.

The truck driver added: "When I was a child, I felt that my grandfather was not good to my grandmother. He ordered me around. My father said that things are much better now. When my grandfather died, my grandmother cried very sadly. At that time, I thought they also had feelings for each other. Now I think..."

He must have cried to feel relieved.

"But she never told us that either."

Just like the grandmothers in the village, every time someone dies in a family, they don’t seem to be very sad. He didn’t quite understand the expressions on their faces before, but now it seems that they are just numb.

His mother always told him to be nicer to his grandmother because her life is not easy. He didn't quite understand it before, but now he understands.

Why it's not easy.

"We are going now..." Lu Qiu spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

"It's an ancient official road leading inside. Before the Cold Clothes Festival, it's easier to find people on the official road." Xia Wange said, "I calculated that I would meet him at about that time, so I just need to go there on time."

After these words were spoken, the truck driver looked at Xia Wange with admiration.

"Oh, right." Xia Wange asked the truck driver, holding the divorce papers, "What does this 'real wood color' mean?"

"No material, which means no material and no figure." said the truck driver.

"Then this 'go and ask'..."

"Forget it."

"The heart is not old and beautiful."

"Bad mood."

"I'll smash the ground brain for you. This ground brain..."

"Head smashed."

"Oh." Xia Wange glanced at the following words again, "Forget it, I'll just read it when the time comes. It's just that it's in both Mandarin and dialect, which is quite challenging."

"Ah?" the truck driver said, "You want to read all of this to my grandfather? My grandfather has a bad temper, he definitely won't just stand there and listen."