In his last time, Mr. Gan told us what he had experienced in the past few decades.
I don't know why, I have a sense of picture in front of me, just like walking a lantern, witnessing the process of a person from young to old.
Among them, cry, laugh, pain and happiness.
It's an ordinary normal life.
But the thought that this was my father's experience made me feel great.
It was a pity that I forgot to write it down. When I think of Gan's father in the future, I can take it out and have a look.
Turning around, I saw that the recording function of the mobile phone in manna's hand was on for more than six hours. It seemed that everything was recorded word by word.
After putting it down, I couldn't help but get nervous again.
I didn't expect that more than six hours have passed.
More than a quarter of the 24 hours from the consideration time.
Death and separation lay before us, and we looked pale and powerless.
But Mr. Gan didn't seem to feel these, and he still talked to us as usual.
We watched him all night until "what are you doing?" I asked.
"Go to the supermarket. I'll tell you when I go." Gump's father decided to sell it.