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My grandfather on my mother’s side is a cancer patient. He was in hospital last week for his high fever.
My grandfather was very optimistic1 and positive， and he has soon made a friend—his ward-mate. His wardmate is a native of Tianjin as well as my grandfather， so they had a lot in common and talked very well.
One day， the wardmate’s wife， a woman who was a bit odd， came to visit her husband. She became familiar with my grandfather soon， and then she told us secretly that she can divine2 everything.
“Buddy，” she said to my grandfather. “If you want to recover， you just need to do three things.” Her voice became lower.
My grandfather looked very curious and sat upright at once. The ward became silent. We were expecting her explanation.
“Firstly，” she said slowly， “you should go to the flower store and buy a bunch of rose.”
“Sorry. A bunch of what？” my grandfather asked surprisingly.
“Rose，” The woman said. “The most beautiful and fresh rose. Secondly， kneel down on one knee towards your wife.”
My grandfather’s mouth dropped open. Everyone except him was giggling behind their hands. A shy smile crept across my grandmother’s face.
“And then？” my grandfather asked uncertainly.
“Lastly， you should say three words to your wife，” the woman smiled secretly. We all cheered and looked at my grandmother—except my grandfather.
“Which words？” he asked confusedly.
The woman smiled more secretly than before. “I can’t tell you. You need to find the correct answer by yourself.”
As the day goes on， we forgot this ridiculous3 divination4. We all considered it as a lovely joke， except my grandfather.
Yesterday， my grandfather was discharged5 from the hospital. When my grandmother was sweeping the floor， he came in the house with something in his hand.
“Dear，” he said unnaturally. “May I interrupt you for a few minutes？”
“Speak out，” my grandmother said impatiently， didn’t stop her work.
My grandfather took out a bunch of rose slowly. Under our surprised gaze， he kneeled down on one knee towards my grandmother. He raised the beautiful rose as high as he could. Then， he said three most moving words that I’ve heard， “I love you.”
After a short silence， the house was filled with cheer. My grandmother blushed6 with shy and laughed at my grandfather. Actually， everyone was deeply touched by my grandfather’s action.
After about forty years， my grandfather made his proposal7 again. Although we can’t be sure whether he will recover or not， I believe the love between my grandparents will continue forever. 我的姥爷是一名癌症患者，上周他因为高烧而住进了医院。
姥爷非常乐观积极，并且很快交了个好朋友——他的病友。这位病友和我姥爷一样都是土生土长的天津人，故而他们有很多的共同点，也因此聊得十分投机。
一天，这位病友的老婆，一个有点神神叨叨的女人，来到病房看望她的丈夫。她很快和我姥爷聊得热络起来。之后，她神秘地告诉我们她可以预知一切。
“老兄。”她对我姥爷说，“如果你想要康复的话，只需要做三件事。”她的声音渐渐变低。
我的姥爷看起来很好奇，他立刻坐得笔直，整个病房安静了下来。我们在期盼着她的解释。
“首先，”她缓缓地说，“你应该去花店买一束玫瑰花。”
“不好意思……一束啥？”我姥爷惊奇地问她。
“玫瑰花。”女人说道，“最美丽最新鲜的玫瑰花。接下来，对着你的妻子单膝下跪。”
姥爷目瞪口呆。除了他以外的所有人都捂着嘴偷笑起来。一抹羞涩的微笑浮云般掠过姥姥的脸颊。
“之后呢？”我姥爷不确定地问道。
“最后呀，你应该对你的妻子说出三个字。”女人神秘地笑了。我们欢呼起来，纷纷扭头看向我的姥姥——除了姥爷以外。
“哪三个字啊？”他大惑不解。
那女人笑得愈发神秘起来。“我不能告诉你。你需要自己找到答案。”
日子一天天过去，我们忘记了这荒唐的预言。我们都把那当成了一句笑话，除了我姥爷以外。
就在昨天，我姥爷出院了。在姥姥扫地的时候，他走进了房间，手里拿着什么东西。
“亲爱的。”他不自然地说，“我可以冒昧打扰你几分钟吗？”
“有话快说。”我姥姥不耐烦地说道，手里仍然忙个不停。
我姥爷慢慢地掏出了一束玫瑰花。在我们惊异的注视之下，他朝着我姥姥，单膝跪下。他尽力举起了那束美丽的花。接着，他说出了我有生以来听过的最感人的那三个字：“我爱你。”
在短暂的寂静之后，整个房间沸腾了。姥姥一边羞红了脸，一边不忘嘲笑我姥爷。但事实上，每个人都被他的这个行动深深打动了。
我姥爷在时隔约四十年后再一次向他的妻子求婚了。尽管大家都无法肯定他是否会康复，但是我相信他们之间的爱情会永远延续下去。
【Notes】
1. optimistic [
My grandfather was very optimistic1 and positive， and he has soon made a friend—his ward-mate. His wardmate is a native of Tianjin as well as my grandfather， so they had a lot in common and talked very well.
One day， the wardmate’s wife， a woman who was a bit odd， came to visit her husband. She became familiar with my grandfather soon， and then she told us secretly that she can divine2 everything.
“Buddy，” she said to my grandfather. “If you want to recover， you just need to do three things.” Her voice became lower.
My grandfather looked very curious and sat upright at once. The ward became silent. We were expecting her explanation.
“Firstly，” she said slowly， “you should go to the flower store and buy a bunch of rose.”
“Sorry. A bunch of what？” my grandfather asked surprisingly.
“Rose，” The woman said. “The most beautiful and fresh rose. Secondly， kneel down on one knee towards your wife.”
My grandfather’s mouth dropped open. Everyone except him was giggling behind their hands. A shy smile crept across my grandmother’s face.
“And then？” my grandfather asked uncertainly.
“Lastly， you should say three words to your wife，” the woman smiled secretly. We all cheered and looked at my grandmother—except my grandfather.
“Which words？” he asked confusedly.
The woman smiled more secretly than before. “I can’t tell you. You need to find the correct answer by yourself.”
As the day goes on， we forgot this ridiculous3 divination4. We all considered it as a lovely joke， except my grandfather.
Yesterday， my grandfather was discharged5 from the hospital. When my grandmother was sweeping the floor， he came in the house with something in his hand.
“Dear，” he said unnaturally. “May I interrupt you for a few minutes？”
“Speak out，” my grandmother said impatiently， didn’t stop her work.
My grandfather took out a bunch of rose slowly. Under our surprised gaze， he kneeled down on one knee towards my grandmother. He raised the beautiful rose as high as he could. Then， he said three most moving words that I’ve heard， “I love you.”
After a short silence， the house was filled with cheer. My grandmother blushed6 with shy and laughed at my grandfather. Actually， everyone was deeply touched by my grandfather’s action.
After about forty years， my grandfather made his proposal7 again. Although we can’t be sure whether he will recover or not， I believe the love between my grandparents will continue forever. 我的姥爷是一名癌症患者，上周他因为高烧而住进了医院。
姥爷非常乐观积极，并且很快交了个好朋友——他的病友。这位病友和我姥爷一样都是土生土长的天津人，故而他们有很多的共同点，也因此聊得十分投机。
一天，这位病友的老婆，一个有点神神叨叨的女人，来到病房看望她的丈夫。她很快和我姥爷聊得热络起来。之后，她神秘地告诉我们她可以预知一切。
“老兄。”她对我姥爷说，“如果你想要康复的话，只需要做三件事。”她的声音渐渐变低。
我的姥爷看起来很好奇，他立刻坐得笔直，整个病房安静了下来。我们在期盼着她的解释。
“首先，”她缓缓地说，“你应该去花店买一束玫瑰花。”
“不好意思……一束啥？”我姥爷惊奇地问她。
“玫瑰花。”女人说道，“最美丽最新鲜的玫瑰花。接下来，对着你的妻子单膝下跪。”
姥爷目瞪口呆。除了他以外的所有人都捂着嘴偷笑起来。一抹羞涩的微笑浮云般掠过姥姥的脸颊。
“之后呢？”我姥爷不确定地问道。
“最后呀，你应该对你的妻子说出三个字。”女人神秘地笑了。我们欢呼起来，纷纷扭头看向我的姥姥——除了姥爷以外。
“哪三个字啊？”他大惑不解。
那女人笑得愈发神秘起来。“我不能告诉你。你需要自己找到答案。”
日子一天天过去，我们忘记了这荒唐的预言。我们都把那当成了一句笑话，除了我姥爷以外。
就在昨天，我姥爷出院了。在姥姥扫地的时候，他走进了房间，手里拿着什么东西。
“亲爱的。”他不自然地说，“我可以冒昧打扰你几分钟吗？”
“有话快说。”我姥姥不耐烦地说道，手里仍然忙个不停。
我姥爷慢慢地掏出了一束玫瑰花。在我们惊异的注视之下，他朝着我姥姥，单膝跪下。他尽力举起了那束美丽的花。接着，他说出了我有生以来听过的最感人的那三个字：“我爱你。”
在短暂的寂静之后，整个房间沸腾了。姥姥一边羞红了脸，一边不忘嘲笑我姥爷。但事实上，每个人都被他的这个行动深深打动了。
我姥爷在时隔约四十年后再一次向他的妻子求婚了。尽管大家都无法肯定他是否会康复，但是我相信他们之间的爱情会永远延续下去。
【Notes】
1. optimistic [