On the road

My grandfather was very weird. He would burn incense for himself every day and stand in front of his tomb and eat candles. Everyone in the village is afraid of grandpa. I am also afraid of grandpa. Later I discovered that it was not Grandpa they were afraid of, but me. Grandpa is also afraid of me. …My name is Chen Shi. Honest Chen, honest Shi. Come to China Literature’s website to read more of my works!