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My grandfather, that is, Chen Junru, told me one story after another about him and his father over and over again when he was alive. I felt very disorganized at that time, because he never told me a complete story with a beginning and an end. It's all fragments. He can talk about things fifty or even a hundred years ago in one minute, and yesterday in the next.
When he tells me stories, he always leans against the pile with his eyes closed, as if remembering something. The old man is very literate and loves singing opera. My favorite thing is to move my own small bench to watch News Network or put headphones in my ears to listen to storytelling and drama in the chatterbox.
I only remember that he told me a story that was neither himself nor his father. It is said that a landlord's young master never liked his ugly woman, so he found a beautiful woman in another town. This woman has a widowed mother. He is going to the store in Shenyang to take care of business. His father told him, "As long as you can prove that the leprechaun is really good to you, I will let her in." He went to the woman's house and said what his father said to himself. The woman immediately cut off a strand of hair and knocked out a big tooth. He showed his father his hair and teeth. His father said, "This proves nothing. You are too ...