The story of me and my grandfather

Grandpa's family advocates "poetry and books for generations". I didn't know what his father, my grandfather, did, but I saw a 32-carat black-and-white photograph of my grandfather and grandmother in the family hall. The old man had braids on his head, and the two ancestors sat on tall wooden chairs with elegant and modest expressions.

When I was a child, my ancestral house was a large courtyard house, and the "big" was because there were four identical tall buildings in the courtyard, all of which were three-bedroom and one. There are two seats side by side on the front, and two seats on the east and west sides. The large courtyard is covered with green bricks, and the house is paved with bricks. The roof rafters are all laid with anvils (such as large thick tiles of flat surface). The house is very tall, there are attics in the east and west wings, and the ensuites are spacious. There is a shallow brick drainage ditch in the middle of the two main houses, which runs through the courtyard from north to south, and there are three-level bluestone slab platforms outside the threshold leading to each house. Therefore, this courtyard is very luxurious and magnificent, known as the "steel branch and iron wings". So much so that when I visited several famous residences in Shaanxi in recent years, I always felt that it was not worth going so far to see. The main thing is that their side house is too small, and the yard is a patio, which is too narrow. Compared to my family's ancestral house, it is too far from the scale and shape.

It can be seen that the ancestors are also considered to be high-ranking families. However, I was too young to understand how my ancestors lived such a magnificent life. There was also a discussion among my fathers about the deeds of my ancestors, but I didn't pay attention to it. At that time, whenever I heard my fathers talk about their grandparents, I was not interested in listening to them, because I thought they were telling stories that were too far away. However, I was born in this large courtyard and lived until I was more than five years old. I remember that there was a huge kudzu tree (wisteria tree) at the back of the courtyard. It should have a number of thick wisteria entwined together, and the crown of the tree was large. When I was younger, I used to sit on the vine and play, and the adults would rest in the shade under the flower vine. These are wonderful and unforgettable.

However, my memories of family figures only begin with my grandfather. Therefore, I am going to write about my grandfather, a wise old man who raised me.

In my furthest memory, my grandfather was an old man, probably almost seventy years old. Maybe I'm too young to think he's old. Grandpa was the eldest of his generation, and was called Big Brother, Uncle, and Uncle in our village, where we all had the surname Gao. In my opinion, grandpa also has the panache of "boss". He was tall, thin, with a gray goatee and piercing eyes. The people were clean and dressed decently in homespun clothes. Always carry a two-foot-long dry tobacco pouch with you, and smoke wherever you go.

Grandpa always wore a cotton sheepskin wool coat in black kaji cloth every winter. That coat was a rarity at the time. Grandpa was still in our village, and probably in the whole brigade was the first person to live in a big city, and he had been to Xi'an in the mid-sixties. His eldest son, my father, who works here, asked my grandfather to come to Xi'an for a few months. That coat was honored by my father.

Grandpa's status as the "boss" in the village, in addition to the reason for his age, I think it is also related to his six sons. Grandpa's children and grandchildren, in addition to being the eldest son and eldest grandson like him, that is, his eldest son was the first in the village to go out of the village to take the university entrance examination and moved his family from a university in Wuhan to Xi'an. From Wuhan to Xi'an, my father sent more to his grandfather (my father) to provide for the big family in order to earn a little more regional subsidies. Therefore, this act of my father brought glory to the family. At that time, I was still living with my grandfather's younger brother, that is, my second grandfather's family. Therefore, the extended family is large and prosperous. According to my fathers, during the years of the natural disaster, the whole family waited for my father to send money back to help them. And the money sent by my father was never a whole number, just to send as much as possible.

Grandpa's other sons were also very competitive, and most of them became local teachers. My father (second uncle) has been a rural cadre since he was 20 years old, and the third uncle has a good character and hard work, and they are very respected in the local area. The cousins of the second master's family also go to school and teach.

When I can remember my grandfather, he didn't farm and did farm work to earn a share of the work. Looking back now, it seems that the elderly people there don't farm the land, and the old people are assigned easy work to raise cattle and plow the land for the production team. For example, my second grandfather is raising donkeys for the team to grind noodles, and then planting the vegetable garden of the production team, and my father is raising sheep. But this sheep is not from the production team, it is completely his own. "Completely" because grandpa always raised a sheep. He kept the sheep alone, and all his income and expenses from the sale of wool and the sale of large sheep for small sheep were his own. Well, in the countryside in the sixties and seventies, grandpa had this sheep, and it was a good day. This kind of goodness is more reflected in eating.

When I was a child, my grandfather didn't care about the big family money. Now that I think about it, it's really far-sighted, not worrying but authoritative. Grandpa's authority was manifested in his later years, when those peers were sick for a long time. When he went to visit, if he found that his children were not being cared for well, he lost his temper and criticized them. In today's terms, that is the self-appointed leader of the village committee on aging. Thankfully, this is rare in our village. Otherwise, how busy he would be.

Grandpa went to the village to correct mistakes, so don't think that he likes to talk. It is precisely because he does not do much and does not talk nonsense that he can so justifiably reprimand those who take care of the elderly so justifiably in Gaozhuang Village, which is full of high surnames and strict seniority. is so worried, in addition to being the "boss", there is a more important reason for the grandfather's family, from top to bottom, who respects the old man, and what he does for the old man has always been praised by ten miles and eight towns. My grandfather did this to his ancestors, and my father did this to his grandparents and parents. For this, a good name is earned, and prestige is there.

I've been through this before. At noon, Grandpa sat on a chair and got angry.

It turned out that my grandfather went to the north of the village in the morning to visit Uncle Feng's sick father. When he pushed the door open, the smell of urine made it impossible for him to enter. After leaving the door open for a gust of wind, I entered the house and saw that the old man had been incontinent for a long time, and the bed and floor were stained. Grandpa sat outside the threshold and mingled with the old man. When his two sons and daughter-in-law came back from work, they lost their temper, hated the poor service, and abused the old man.

The uncles said, "Look at you, you can't eat." My grandfather said, "I will starve to death when I die, and I will never go away!" and the uncles said angrily, "I really want to say anything." ”

I really didn't expect that a few years later, grandpa would really leave like this. That's an afterword.

Grandpa had only six sons. I am the second daughter of his eldest son. His eldest grandson and eldest granddaughter are both in Xi'an, and only I grew up in this large family for a long time when I was a child. In my hometown, I grew up happily. It's not like other little sisters, when they don't go to school, they have to cut the grass and feed the pigs and sheep. I have endless novels and villain books. This is due to the fact that the uncles were educated, they taught locally,

When I was at home, I felt that the elders were very strict with their children. Children are also afraid of adults and never dare to take the initiative to say hello. It's the same with my family. I remember us all playing together in groups with our little sisters. Play during the day, and play at night when there is a moon. At that time, children had all the things they could play. My friends are just playing in the wheat field outside my house. In short, my childhood was spent in happiness.

The difference between me and the little sisters in the village is that every elder in my family seems to be disciplining me. My grandfather's education to me was unforgettable for my life.

I remember the winter break when I was in the second grade of elementary school. I was cutting a shuttlecock with plastic sheeting in the yard. Grandpa came in from outside. He didn't come into the house as he used to, but sat in a low-backed chair next to me. I was a little unaccustomed to my grandfather's behavior, so I continued to make shuttlecocks very unnaturally.

Suddenly, Grandpa said, "I'll test you two words." "I was so nervous when I heard this, my little heart was pounding. I thought to myself that my grandfather had seen something outside, and he didn't know it, so he came back to "ask" me as a student? But how many words could I know? I was not allowed to agree, and I did not dare to say no.

I only heard my grandfather say, "There is a horse in the door, what do you read?" and I hurriedly said, "Chuang". But I feel that my grandfather has drawn a lot of pens on his hands. Grandpa said again, "The door is open inside, what do you read?" Oh my God, I don't know that. I was in a panic for a while, and I remembered that "Xiucai guessed half of the words by reading the words", so he whispered "open" (as for why he didn't guess the door, then God knows.) ）。 I was very nervous when I answered. I thought that my grandfather asked me two words, and I didn't know any of them. But I didn't expect that after my grandfather heard me say "open", he clapped his legs with both hands and said, "Okay, break out!" and then stood up and went out again.

Grandpa went out, and I was terrified. Quickly move the empty chair next to me away from me. And, since then, I saw my grandfather walking towards me empty-handed, and no matter what he was doing at the time, he quickly slipped away.

The reason why I was so frightened about this matter was that I didn't know that my grandfather knew how to read. I haven't seen him read the books and newspapers at home all these years. In addition, I don't know the second word at all, and I haven't seen that word, and it's very likely that my grandfather doesn't know the word either, so I don't know if I guessed it.

I was nervous, the shuttlecock was unintentional. Although I was in the second grade, I read a lot of villain books, and sometimes I could remember what the outline was even if I didn't know the words. But I haven't seen this "door open inside". I was anxious and scared, and felt that I had deceived my illiterate grandfather by playing clever. I quickly found out the Xinhua dictionary at home, and it turned out that I had answered correctly. It turns out that there is this word in parentheses next to the opening word. I also remembered that the Chinese teacher said that the words in parentheses are all traditional characters. I wasn't happy knowing that I might get it right. The first reaction was that grandpa turned out to know words. He is an old man, and of course he knows traditional Chinese characters. But I don't know traditional Chinese characters. What will grandpa do if he takes the exam again in the future?

However, my grandfather has tested me in his life. It's curious to think about it now. Did he test his sons and his eldest grandson who had lived with him for eleven years? Or did he just ask me? One thing is for sure, though. That is, of all the grandpa grandchildren, I am the one who is the most favored.

As mentioned earlier, my grandfather has been raising sheep for as long as I can remember. Whenever you don't see your grandfather at dinner in the morning, you know that you are going to the market to sell wool, and when you come back, you must buy mutton or mutton liver and lungs. At this time, I had very little breakfast.

Grandpa came back from the market just after breakfast. Then the mutton soup was stewed in the middle of the night. If I didn't go to school, I wouldn't go anywhere this morning, pretending to play in the yard, and when my grandfather was ready, he said, "Come, you can eat a bowl too." "This bowl of turnip and mutton soup is so delicious! I'm so content. Because most of the time I can eat it. Very few times, grandpa was generous and let the whole family eat mutton noodles at noon. But it must have been me going to school in the morning. Grandpa might have guessed that I was so hungry that I didn't even have the heart to go to class.

Then, the grandfather would put the leftover meat and soup into a basin and put it in a bamboo basket, hang it high, and eat it hot for himself after breakfast every day, usually for four or five meals. I didn't look forward to it anymore. When it's cold, the mutton and lamb lungs are stewed once a month, and in the seventies, the whole village was my grandfather. That's why I'm also eating beautifully. One thing I don't understand is that I never ate mutton when I grew up, I was too fat. But why did you think it was so delicious at the time?

Maybe it's because the more you eat, the more you eat, the more you eat. It can be said that my grandfather tested my cravings for a long time when I was a child. Especially when it's cold, it's a test for me every day. Because my grandfather didn't get up in the morning to eat breakfast in the winter, it lasted until the New Year. From the moment I was able to carry the rice bowl, I took on the burden of serving breakfast to my grandfather.

At that time, the area east of his hometown Deng County (now called Dengzhou) seemed to eat sweet potatoes all year round. The sweet potatoes in the black soil are delicious, and the sweet potato porridge that I love for breakfast and dinner is. The steamed bun is a layer of white noodles and a layer of sweet potato noodles, one black and one white called flower rolls. Grandpa had a cold stomach and never ate sweet potatoes and sweet potato noodles. Every time she steamed the steamed buns, her grandmother would make small white steamed buns the size of a goose egg for her grandfather. One meal, the amount is just right for the next steamed bun. Grandma would shovel off the white bun wrappers stuck to the steamer drawer for me to eat. I was hungry for a long time, and when I picked up the white steamed bun and smelled it when I took the cold steamed bun in the steamed bun basket, I must have had it, but I had never eaten a white bun.

The little white bun didn't make me feel hungry. What I can't stand is to bring that bowl of white steamed buns to my grandfather every day before breakfast. White steamed bun is made by cutting a small white bun into slices, then placing it in a bowl in the original shape of the bun, pouring boiling water twice, and then adding salt and sesame oil. When it was done, my grandmother told me to bring it to my grandfather. I carried the most beautiful white porcelain saffron bowl that my grandfather had ever made, from the stove room to the east room of the hall. This distance is about ten meters long.

The bowl of white buns was so tempting, fragrant, and the white buns floated neatly to the side. Every time I picked up the bowl, I stared at the steamed flowers in the bowl and kept swallowing. I'm anxious to get a slice of it, even if I take a sip of soup. However, from the time he started serving steamed buns to his grandfather to the time he turned 12 and went to live in high school, he did not touch the chopsticks on the bowl for more than three years, and he did not eat a single piece. I can't "taste" it. The bun slices are neatly arranged, and no matter which small slice is scooped up, it will be obvious that it is missing. The soup is even more undrinkable, and it will leave an aroma on the mouth. My hands are often too attentive to how to eat, and sometimes the soup will overflow, and the smell of sesame oil on my fingers will not disappear for a long time. Therefore, every time, I got tangled all the way to my grandfather's bed and said, "Master, eat quickly." "I was relieved to see him take the bowl and put it on the windowsill.

Although I can't taste the white buns, there is another delicacy that I can eat. That is, grandpa had to eat cookies every day. At the sales outlets of the brigade (a shop in several villages), he bought a pound of hard and sticky sesame cakes, which were wrapped in very thick jute paper into T-shaped boat bags. After eating a pack, I will buy it again, and it will continue all year round. All the money used is his income from raising sheep.

When my grandfather came back with biscuits in his hands, I didn't stop when I saw him passing in front of the fourth uncle's door, and I didn't meet him at this time. When I was young, I understood that my grandfather didn't give food to my younger siblings, and the eldest I had to pretend to be sensible. However, Grandpa always called me in after returning to the room where he slept and gave me two cookies.

But how could you eat only two pieces? Grandpa bought such a big bag. So, I tried my best to create the conditions to eat again.

I observed that my grandfather ate cookies at night before going to bed. Every day after dinner, he has to go to the eighth master's house behind the house to chat. I was so young that I would fall asleep when my grandmother cleaned up the kitchen. When I heard that my grandfather was back, I was completely sleepy, but I was in good spirits. When my grandfather came to his room, I kept moving around the hall, making some noise. That's when Grandpa will say, "Take it." "I couldn't be happier when I took the biscuit. This method has been useful for many years. It's just curious to think about it, I didn't say to eat it at the time, how could grandpa know my thoughts? Now that I think about it, my grandfather was protecting my innocence. Thank you so much, grandpa, I'm still naïve, and it seems that it's your credit.

When it comes to eating cookies, there's a little more ridiculous to think about. That is, sometimes my grandfather didn't come back to sleep no matter how long he waited, and my grandmother took me to another house to sleep after cleaning up the kitchen. If I didn't eat the biscuits for a few days, I would wait for my grandfather to climb on his bed on a chair when he was not at home, hold the biscuit packets, and look through the torn holes to find the scum inside. When I went to eat it the next day, I shook the cookie bag to let it drop some more dregs. But the sesame cake was too hard, and it was often shaken in a hurry.

In fact, life in my hometown was not bad at that time. The life of our production team is the best in the whole team. Most of the other three production teams in the village eat sweet potato noodles and black nests, our team is full of flower rolls, and grandpa always has white buns to eat. This is the uncle's decision to eat more coarse grains themselves and save the white flour for the grandfather. At noon, there is always a meal of noodles made by grinding wheat and mung beans together. However, I really don't like to eat this noodle. I can't stand the smell of the beany when my grandmother rolls the noodles, and I don't like to eat the noodles when they are too hard. There is always meat to eat during the holidays. During the Chinese New Year, black noodles are not eaten until the seventeenth day of the first month, and the dumplings that are served at noon are eaten until the seventh day of the first month. Grandpa will also give all our grandchildren New Year's money. Therefore, my grandfather is very much loved by our grandchildren. Grandpa made me love, not only because of the food he gave me, but also because of his education and guidance.

When I was ten years old, my uncle came back from vacation and planted vegetables and sunflowers in the yard outside the yard, that is, outside the production team's warehouse, where the grain was dried. It may be that the ground is high and the sun is shining, and the vegetable garden is growing well. Before he could bear any fruit, he would go back to school. Before leaving, he said that I would be in charge of watering in the future.

Although I haven't done any heavy work, I still accept the words of adults unconditionally. And I'm glad about this errand. Every afternoon after school, I carry a clay pot to the well to fetch water, and then climb up to the top about six meters high to water it. It's been a tough process. Because it is too small, every time I draw water from the well, I am afraid that I will be pulled into the well. It was always difficult to carry it many times to water that piece of land. Sometimes when the third uncle saw it, he would carry a load of water and pour all the dishes, and said that I would wait for him to come back from work. I can do that, the task is given to me, and I have to complete it.

It grows better after I water it diligently. The pumpkins were so thick that the seedlings climbed down the mound, and the cows stole a few bites every time they passed by. Although I went crazy due to too much watering, I couldn't produce a pumpkin. But I like the golden trumpet-like pumpkin flower so much that I am happy when I look at it. The sunflowers grow better, and the sunflower plate is so big. I've loved sunflowers since I was a child, and the first time I raised them myself, they grew so well. Watching them thrive after the sun makes me very happy, and I look forward to planting another wave of sunflowers next year.

After so much sweat, it's finally ripe.

I'm going to harvest one autumn afternoon. I was excited at the time, but I smile happily when I think about it today. The sunflowers were too high, so I managed to pull the dozen sunflower stalks down and cut them off one by one with all my strength. Then, one by one, they were carried back to the yard.

When I climbed up and down to move home, my grandfather was sitting in the yard smoking. After seeing that Quan took it back, he said, "The mound belongs to the production team, you divided the sunflowers and sent them from house to house." "He wasn't loud. After saying that, he went out to herd sheep.

I was stunned for a moment and felt that my grandfather was right. Therefore, before the sweat was dry, he began to calculate how many families there were in the team and how to divide them. As a result, it was enough to split the two large ones in half. And it's still a few of my own uncles' families. I left half of it for myself with a little less insect eyes.

I loaded it in a basket and delivered it to each of the teams in five times. I remember that at that time, everyone in the family would quickly take my basket and help me deliver it to several families around me. I whispered the same sentence: The sunflowers are ripe, and my father asked them to be delivered to your house.

I wasn't too sad when I decided to divide it, but I felt very aggrieved when I carried the basket from house to house, and I cried once on the way. That night, my grandmother boiled me an egg.

The next year I never planted again.

Later, I went back to Xi'an to go to school. During the winter vacation of '83, my father went back to his hometown first. On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month after the year, I made a long-distance call saying that my grandfather was seriously ill and asked my brother and I to return quickly. I asked the two of us to go back because my brother was the eldest son and grandson, and he also lived in his hometown for ten years when he was a child. I was sad to hear the news.

It was morning when I returned to my hometown. Hurriedly entered the room where his grandfather was sleeping and saw that he was not sleeping on the original big bed. Instead, a canvas marching bed was erected next to it. Later, I learned that it was for ease of care.

I threw myself over and cried "Grandpa, Grandpa...... but didn't answer, but muttered to himself like a dream. Seeing him like this, I was so sad that I couldn't stop crying. The second master pulled me and said: Don't keep crying in front of your father's bed.

So I sat down in the hall and wept. Then let my brother carry the basin, and I washed my grandfather's feet. After washing my feet for a while, I called Lao Qimai to come in and said, "Silly boy, wash your father's feet, and your father will go quickly." I was even more sad when I heard this, and I didn't dare to wash my grandfather's feet anymore.

I can't accept grandpa's state. The adults in the family told me that my grandfather was not sick and that he still had a normal meal on the third night of the Lunar New Year. I don't get up to eat in the morning of the fourth day of junior high school. My father hurriedly asked why he didn't eat? As a result, after not getting up to eat at noon, the uncles felt strange, why didn't they eat when they were fine? I hurriedly asked a doctor to come to my home to treat the disease. Grandpa stopped loudly and got up and drank half a bowl of dumpling soup. After drinking half a bowl of rice soup at dinner, he announced that he had a premonition that his days were short, and that he would leave cleanly. I haven't eaten since then.

After hearing this, the uncles said in unison that grandpa was really ridiculous, and it was a joke during the Chinese New Year. At the same time, I felt impossible. When my father still didn't eat on the morning of the fifth day of the new year, he was scared, so he went to the bed to negotiate: "If you don't eat again, we will force feed you." Grandpa didn't answer. My third uncle came to feed him, but my father didn't open his mouth, so he couldn't feed it at all. Only then did it be decided to change from the large bed to the marching bed to facilitate feeding.

At this time, the advantage of having more grandfathers and sons appeared. The two uncles forced the grandfather to sit up, and the other fed. But I still can't feed it, and I still clench my teeth. Seeing that the rice could not be fed, he switched to condensed milk and malt milk essence.

At first, Grandpa was able to go back to sleep in the big bed on his own. After three days of hunger strike, he was unable to get into his bed. At this time, the doctor also called home and said that if there was no disease, he would give glucose infusion. Grandpa pulled out the needle again and couldn't get it in.

In this way, within a few days, the electrolyte imbalance was confused.

At noon on the day I returned, I saw my grandfather being forced to sit up by his uncles, pinching his nose to make him open his mouth, and the other putting nutrient solution into his mouth. My grandfather really had no choice but to take it in his mouth, and then spit it out, spraying his sons in the face, and scolding angrily. The uncles are still continuing to feed. The reason is that I can always swallow a few mouthfuls after I can't spit it out in time. This scene made me feel that my grandfather and uncle were helpless.

After feeding that bowl of nutrients, the grandfather was scrubbed clean. In this way, every time before eating, such and such scenes will be staged, and the uncles will always feed the grandfather first.

Grandpa was always able to take care of his own urine. The urinal was kept clean by his sons. When I returned, it had been ten days since I went back, and my father and the bed were clean.

On the morning of my third day home, my grandfather said he was going to smoke. The uncles said that he had stopped smoking for more than half a month, so he hurriedly fetched cigarettes. The smoke was two golden monkeys that I sent back to him from Xi'an more than two months ago. At that time, almost no one smoked filter cigarettes in the countryside of my hometown. At that time, I couldn't buy the whole cigarette, and I asked my classmates to buy the two cigarettes. The uncles said that my grandfather was reluctant to pump at the head of the bed, but he was pulled away by the rats, which made my grandfather feel distressed. Then put the remaining two boxes in the kettle and hang them up. When I picked it up, I saw that there was more than one box.

Later, I heard that after my grandfather received two cigarettes, he gave one box to each of his three sons who could smoke, and also gave one box to each of the second master and the eldest son of the second master. The doorman also said that every time I sent something back, my father would tell him what I had sent to him and my grandmother at the eighth master's house (where the team members chatted), and he would repeatedly praise me for my filial piety. My father also said that she was reluctant to wear the two pairs of velveteen shoes I sent to my grandmother, so my father kept urging me and asked my grandmother to sit outside the yard so that everyone passing by the door could see it.

Since I didn't live with my parents since I was a child, the relationship between us was very weak. I saved up my pocket money and bought things for my grandparents without telling them to send them back. Grandpa's lecture to the neighbors surprised me. Later, I figured out that my father is not a vain and exaggerated person, and he is wise to tell more people to know filial piety and gratitude. In today's words, it is to transmit positive energy.

Now I look at my grandfather who is lying on the bed smoking a cigarette, and his expression is so satisfied, and I feel very happy. Except for talking nonsense in a daze these days, he is usually very quiet. Then there was a meal to fight with his sons and to firmly go on a hunger strike.

At noon on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, a relative who came to visit my father said to my uncles, "Your uncle is clean and clean, just like when he was good." My uncle said, "It's my uncle who is clean." After lying down for so many days, let's get up and sit on the toilet this morning. The relative said in a low mood, "I'm afraid it's to clear my stomach and go on the road." I understood this, and wept sadly.

When I got up the next morning, I heard my grandfather's voice as soon as I walked into the yard, and I hurried in. Grandpa looked at me and gestured with his hands and said, "I want to eat rice soup, I want to eat rice soup." "Hey, grandpa is going to eat!" I was pleasantly surprised, and quickly ran to the stove to cook for my father, and said, "My father is ready, I want to eat rice soup, hurry up."

My dad wasn't as surprised as I was, and was stunned for a moment. I hurriedly ran to my grandfather again, squatted on the ground and said happily, "I'm doing it."

Grandpa was quiet again, as if he had fallen asleep. But when the meal was ready, I told him not to eat, his eyes were not open, and he ignored me. I was also angry and made sweet potato porridge. But the uncles said, "You can't make rice soup." If you don't eat a bite for such a long time, I'm afraid it's not good to drink rice soup. Superstition doesn't mean drinking ecstasy soup or anything. I can still understand that. I just don't understand how ecstasy soup can still be drunk at home? Isn't it given by Wang Po in Naihe Bridge? I've heard my grandmother say this since I was a child. But I didn't dare to reason with my uncles. Until now, I'm angry that they don't make rice soup.

I ate and cried sadly. After eating a few bites, I took the bowl to my grandfather's bed and wanted to see him.

Hey, at this time, grandpa's eyes are so bright, his expression is very energetic, and he looks at me kindly and doesn't speak. From the time I got home until last night, my grandfather didn't see me normally. Therefore, when I saw my grandfather looking at me so kindly and with such bright eyes, I was overwhelmed with excitement. Immediately put the bowl aside, looked at my grandfather happily and said, "Master, are you all right?

Grandpa didn't answer, but his throat gurgled and rattled. I said, "Master, I'll help you spit it out." And he put his hand to his mouth. However, my grandfather's eyes were dim and dull. I felt strange, so I shook my hand in front of his eyes a few times, and when I saw that there was no response, I slowly closed it, and my throat stopped ringing. Huh, what's going on? I put my hand in front of my grandfather's mouth again, why didn't I breathe? I cried (I cried again when I wrote this)......

It was the first time I had seen a loved one pass away as I had grown up......

When I was seven years old, my grandfather tested me for "a horse inside the door and an open door inside". I shouted to my grandfather, "Okay, break away." I still remember it vividly, as if it was yesterday. When my grandfather died, I was not yet an adult, let alone independent. I can't let my grandfather see him because he wants me to "break out", let alone give him an answer.

However, since then, "breaking away" has been with me all the way. When I was a child, I understood that "breaking out" was victory. But I was so young, but my grandfather firmly said that I "broke away". Where did I get the ability to win? And I don't want to suffer that kind of "grievance" because I feel like a "grievance". When I grew up, I felt that "breaking away" was the driving force, and it was my father who encouraged me. I must study hard, not do bad things, and practice my skills for "breaking through". Otherwise, how can you break through?

Therefore, in my life for so many years, I have always persevered with the momentum of "breaking through". No matter which role you play, you can do it all-round. has always been unmoved by non-profit, let alone greedy for any advantages, and being upright and decent should be the result of grandpa's training. I think that's what he wants me to "break through".

My grandfather's message to me will not only benefit me for life, but also for my descendants. According to Chinese customs, my descendants have nothing to do with the surname Gao. Then, as a descendant of the Gao family, "breaking away" should be the richest dowry I took away. Besides, didn't my father understand that the world said that the girl was the "water spilled" in the house, but he still poured out such a heavy affection for me. Therefore, my grandfather was the wise man in the family.

The year before last, before my father's death, I was very sad that I didn't have a grandson, and I was ridiculed.

I told him about my grandfather's education for me. And told me that after my grandfather died, the eighth grandmother came to me and said, "Your father has something for me to bring to you." My grandfather said to her, "If I can't see her before I die, you tell her that when her third uncle is old, she will have to support her." "My grandfather entrusted the unmarried third uncle to my father in person, and then to his granddaughter who will definitely get married, instead of the many grandchildren around him. Moreover, a few years later, I also told my child that when he grew up, he would have to support his third grandfather. The ten-year-old said "yes" firmly. Three generations of my family have passed on the torch in this way. Besides, they are all only children now, and they are still divided into grandchildren and grandchildren. Except that your grandson does not have your surname, what is the difference between blood and grandson?

That's what freed my father. My sister said that the next day, my father proudly told the attending doctor, "My grandson is studying at a prestigious overseas university." "This is very good, I hope my father will go to see my grandfather in such a mood, so that the old people will also know that their children and grandchildren are still working tirelessly and tirelessly.

Although my grandfather has passed away for many years, not only do I not forget him, but I often cry and laugh when I think of the past. However, I was really worried that I wouldn't write down my grandfather's past. One day, my grandfather will be like my grandfather, leaving the fourth generation with just a strange photo. I think no matter how far we go, we should look back at where we came from and remember where we came from.

It was only when I asked my uncle when I finished writing this article that I learned that the large courtyard house I grew up in was built for him and his four sons by my ancestor who was engaged in education in the Qing Dynasty, and after returning to his hometown, he was far away from the prosperity and chose a good place. He was my grandfather's grandfather, my great-grandfather.

I was very excited when I learned this answer, because it turned out that my Gao family has been engaged in education for generations. I understand that the family style of advocating "poetry and books for generations" comes from this ancestor of mine. Before, I guessed that it was a business or an official, but in my grandfather's generation, the style of painting has changed, and all of them have become little literati. In the past, I thought that I had no intersection with my ancestors, but in this courtyard I really got in touch, and as the fifth generation, I actually enjoyed the blessings of my grandfather. It seems that my genes for a romantic life today come from my ancestors. Because, the whole village has the kudzu tree that I use for ornamentation. The wisteria was planted by Grandpa himself.

I also suddenly understood the meaning of my grandfather's message to me to "break away", that is, after his son has broken away, he hopes that his grandchildren will do the same, and in his opinion, this is inheritance. Moreover, my grandfather must have met his grandfather, but he never told the younger generations about the rich life he once had, that is, he encouraged us to be "breakaways" ourselves.

The same is true for grandma, all the furniture in the house is married by her, it can be said that there are all the things used in the home in this world, as many as dozens, it can really be said that it is ten miles of red makeup. However, grandma did not talk about the prosperity of this big family. On the contrary, it is often mentioned that he is angry with his mother-in-law in this family. said that he had many sons, and he was not liked by his mother-in-law, but the second grandmother who raised his daughter-in-law was favored. However, my grandmother is all in style. Later, after my grandmother became a mother-in-law, she cared about them and did not talk to any daughter-in-law, and was very respected by her daughters-in-law. Moreover, during the years I lived with her, she inadvertently told me many wise sayings and far-reaching stories, which influenced me throughout my life. I grew up with my grandmother in this life, and I was lucky enough to be around it in my life!

In this article, I would like to thank my grandfather and pay tribute to my extended family. Also dedicated to my happy childhood that has not gone far!2018/12/28