Jukshi asked her grandmother, "Grandma, how has my mother been waiting for my father for the past 50 years? My mother knows that my father is dead, why doesn't she believe the truth? Who waits?"
Jukshi's grandmother, Miss Shiha, said, "Listen, Jukshi, do you know the story of your grandfather and my meeting and ending?" Jukshi said, "No, my grandmother and I started sitting on a bench in Yang Lung Park." Her grandmother said, "The year is 1999. I was 19 years old. I was in college at that time. I was the most beautiful girl in the college. Many boys were in love with me."
Among them, your grandfather was one. Your grandfather had 1 high-heeled shoe and mine had 2. Your grandfather would secretly look at me and smile. Sometimes he would get lost in some world, and it was difficult to tell about me. You liked my hair very much. He would come to college every day to see me and sit with me he would not talk to me because he was very shame The beginning of my relationship with your grandfather was like this: One day, while I was running, I fell and hurt my hand and leg. Your grandfather came running and picked me up and applied medicine to the wound. From then on, we became friends.