Grandma hadn't been in the water for six days. She used her gossamer-like breath to tenaciously prove her existence in this world, and she refused to swallow it in one breath.

The children all knew that their mother's lamp oil had been burned out, and the lamp had been turned off for the past few days, so they took turns staying by their mother's side. The second Grandma would sometimes open her eyes like she had awakened from a dream, and the children thought she had something to say, but she just sighed slightly and closed her eyes.

The second master came to the west room in the middle of the night. He first walked around the main room with a cane when the door shook, and then went back to the east bed to breathe. After a while, he got up and walked for a while when the door trembled, and then went back to bed to breathe. Every time he walked, he would accidentally glance at the western room. At this time, the children of the night watch were dozing off in front of the second grandmother's bed.

The second master and the second grandmother are my neighbors, a pair of old people who have been fighting all their lives. In my memory, they are a little noisy every day, a big fight every two days, a fight every three days, and a four-day division. 365 days a year, the war in their family never stopped. I heard from the elderly that they were like this when they were young, even if the second grandmother was pregnant, this battle would not be wrong.

Watching them quarrel when I was a child seemed to have become a part of my childlike fun. In summer, the second grandmother sat on the threshold and scolded, and the second master squatted on the bluestone drum in front of the door to respond; in winter, the second master squatted in the east room to scold, and the second grandmother sat in the west room to respond. When it was time to scold, one of them wore an apron and scolded the stove to roll out noodles, while the other held firewood and cursed to help make the fire.

If you don't hear a quarrel, it must be a fight. At this time, as long as you look around their courtyard, you will find two "natives" rolling around in the courtyard, one moment the second master is on top, and the other moment the second grandmother is on top. The two are not fisting and kicking each other, but tearing each other's clothes and hair, holding their arms straight and silently locked. Even if the neighbors separate them, they don't yell and scold, but pat the soil on their bodies, and go about their business like nothing else.

Once, I went to their house to borrow something and found two "clay figurines" lying asleep in the yard.

However, the second master and the second grandmother were able to respect each other as guests as they left the courtyard. Sometimes, seeing the two of them working in the fields with bruised faces, the elders advised them to accommodate each other and live their lives. What's the matter with calling and calling like this? The two did not answer, and both gave the elders a changed smile.

What was even more puzzling was that they had seven boys and four girls in their lifetime, and the growth and marriage of their children did not affect their quarrels. Fortunately, the children were used to it. They fought with each other, and the children played with the children. Later, as they grew older, their legs and feet became inconvenient, and the quarrel continued as before, with only one lying on the west bed, and the other on the east bed. When the quarrel reached a climax, the two did not forget to hit the brick wall with their crutches to show their anger.

When the villagers mentioned them, they said with infinite emotion: "These old couple must have been enemies in their previous lives, but they came to seek revenge in this life.

The second Master came in after waiting for the sons and daughters of the vigil to fall asleep. Second Master pulled up a small stool and sat quietly in front of Second Grandma's bed. His pair of cloudy old eyes never left Second Grandma's thin, pale face covered with age spots. The second Master wanted to say something, but his mouth trembled for a long time, but he still didn't open his mouth. Looking at Second Grandma's shroud, he trembled and carefully pulled out an extra silk thread on her sleeve.

"Old thing, Xinqiang will die before me for the rest of his life, right?" The second master's face showed a gloating expression, and it dimmed again in an instant.

"Why don't you speak, aren't you usually very good at speaking?" The second Master said to himself.

"What did I say..." Before the second master finished speaking, he closed his mouth, rubbed his eyes, and his expression fell. After a moment, he held the back of the second grandma's dry hand and rubbed it repeatedly, then lowered his head.

"Go, go back to your east room." Hearing the sound, the second master hurriedly threw away the second grandmother's hand.

"I watched you die today, can't you?" The second master resumed his schadenfreude just now.

"Badou, you have bullied me all my life, and you will not let me live in peace even if I die!" Second Grandma's voice was weak, but her words were clear.

"When I bullied you, didn't you always find something first?"

"I, I'll bah you who got a thousand knives."

"I'll knock you..." The crutches raised by the second master failed to fall, but they woke the children. When the children were in a daze at the scene in front of them, the second master had already trembled and left.

The second master, who walked to the door of the western room, turned back and said, "You die, you die quickly." Second grandma's eyes flickered and said, "I won't die, I'm so angry with you, turtle grandson."

The second grandmother and the second master left soon after the quarrel. When she went, her expression was very peaceful, and her face was already as pale as paper and still flushed. After the children wept and groomed their mother for burial, they remembered their father. They came to bed of the second master, and the second master had left at an unknown time, and he was neatly dressed in the shroud that had been prepared. The second master's expression was also very peaceful. Hearing from the villagers who helped with the burial, the corners of the second master's mouth were tilted up, as if he had left with a smile.