Three days later, my grandfather was buried, near my grandmother, a little down the hill. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the funeral relatives left one by one, I stood alone in the grave in a daze, and in less than three months, the two beloved old people left me one after another, and my nose began to sour again.

Looking at the two new graves, countless past events came to my heart for a while, and unconsciously, tears flowed down again.

In the past few days, I asked about my grandfather's situation, and through his description, I finally understood why my grandfather had changed so much.

It turned out that after my grandmother died, my grandfather suddenly became demented, ignorant, and could no longer distinguish time and people. I often ask you if you have dinner in the morning, and the family can't tell who is who, and he eats a lot less, and he always thinks that his grandmother is still alive, and he often cries secretly!

When my father saw that the situation was not good, he took my grandfather to live with me, but he always went to the old house by himself, and always asked my father that my grandmother had not come back after leaving her relatives for so long. The father had no choice but to coax him like a child.

A few days before he died, his grandfather suddenly sobered up a lot, and he had to go back to live in the old mansion.

When I was at home, I knew very well that my grandparents had never quarreled in their lives, they had never even had a quarrel, and they had very different personalities, but they respected each other like guests, which even my parents and the younger generation could not do.

His grandmother was shrewd and capable, and he was a strong man, but his grandfather was indifferent and looked down on everything! He had been retired for more than 20 years, and he lived quite freely, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him, and he never cared whether he won or lost, so no matter what happened, he could laugh it off.

When I was a kid, I didn't understand it very well, and when I grew up, I started to feel weird. I used to talk to my grandparents about these things when we were chatting, but my grandfather always laughed and didn't answer. After asking in a hurry, he said, "When you grow up, you will understand."

Later, I asked my grandmother, and she said something to the effect that my grandfather had seen too many things about life and death when he was young, and that was the most important thing in the world, so he looked down on everything.

In order to confirm my grandmother's words, I also deliberately led the conversation to my grandfather's experience in the army when he was young, and although he was vague, I finally got a general idea.

In the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, he was still in the rear, and in the middle and late stages, because of the needs of the war situation, they often appeared on the front line.

As a result, he often saw corpses all over the mountains, many of which still couldn't distinguish friend from foe. During this period, he changed dozens of comrades-in-arms, and these comrades-in-arms all died under the cold gun when he was temporarily repairing on the battlefield. Most of them were still talking to him, and after a gunshot, by the time he turned around, his comrade-in-arms was already dead.

At that time, they usually repaired things that were damaged on the battlefield and could not be dragged down for repair, and in order to be in emergency, there were many cases of emergency repairs on the battlefield, and this kind of time always happened when the battle had just ended, and many times it was still suspended halfway.

Both sides understand the importance of heavy weapons, so they often send people to deal with such matters in a timely manner, and at the same time arrange people to prevent the enemy from repairing the armored heavy weapons in their fire control areas in a timely manner. Of course, this is usually done by snipers and the like!

Maybe my grandfather is really fateful, and every time there is no danger. This kind of thing continued until the end of the war. At the beginning of the Liberation War, my grandfather found a reason to leave the army, and of course, he also relied on his connections to get these things done. According to his grandfather, he had seen too much human slaughter and was now trying to kill each other, and he couldn't accept it, so he managed to break away from the army.

For me now, I can't imagine and experience my grandfather's state of mind back then, so I have no idea about it.

For the next two days, the whole family spent sorting through their grandfather's belongings, including their grandmother's, of course. After my grandmother passed away a few months ago, my father took my grandfather to live in my house, and he didn't touch the things in the old house. During this time, my uncle was very energetic, carefully inspecting all the belongings, even the horns and horns. But the result was very disappointing to him, except for some commonly used daily necessities, many of which were from various periods in the past few decades, and there were nothing worthy of special attention.

Just after the first seven, all the relatives and friends in the family were dispersed, and Qi Hao and his uncle worked in the city and rushed to work. Only my parents, sister-in-law, and nieces are left at home, plus me! Compared with the past few days, the house has suddenly become much more deserted!

Originally, I also wanted to return to Shenzhen as soon as possible, but my mother was a little reluctant, and the Spring Festival was approaching, so I stayed at home to prepare for the Spring Festival and then make plans.

I called Wen Jing, but I didn't tell Wen Jing about my grandparents' death, only that my mother wanted to keep me at home for a few more days, she said yes, and told me that everything had been arranged, and asked me how to arrange the company's holiday.

I told her to take care of the matter. After that, she said that she wanted to come with me to accompany her parents for the New Year, thinking that this girl hadn't been back a few times throughout the year, and she was such a seedling at home, so I asked her to go back early and accompany her parents more. At first, Wen Jing was reluctant, but after I talked too much, she agreed.

On the 24th day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, according to the customs of the hometown, this day is the time for the house to be cleaned. Early in the morning, my mother and my sister-in-law began to clean the house. My father said that although my grandparents have passed away now, the old house also needs to be cleaned up, after all, this is what my ancestors have always left, and there must be a New Year's Eve after the New Year.

I knew what my father meant, so I didn't say much. After breakfast, the father and son went to the old house and began to clean up and tidy up.

In addition to the things that have been sorted out some time ago, there are not many relics left by grandparents in the old house, and most of the relics have been burned, so this time the sorting is mainly to organize and clean things.

The old house is a very regular rectangle, running north-south, with a total of ten rooms, just sandwiched between the village street and the road behind the village (the former official road), with an area of about 16,700 square meters, and there is no yard.

The whole house is divided into two parts, the front half has four rooms, and the second half has six rooms, arranged in two rows, both of which are two-story structures. Between the front and back parts there is a space that resembles a courtyard structure, and the staircase on the second floor is located in this space. Different from the ordinary courtyard, this part of the space has a dome, much like the lobby of the current hotel! It is estimated that the ancestors deliberately designed it like this for the sake of the inn.

The kitchen, utility room and hut are located at the back of the house, on the edge of the road behind the village.

My father told me to open all the doors and say that I wanted to ventilate. I didn't think much of it, I did what I said. But when I opened all the doors, a strange feeling of familiarity surged in my heart.

The door on the first floor of the house has a strange design, I didn't feel it that way before, but since I've been an adult, I've always felt that it has an indescribable weirdness.

Because the doors of all the longitudinal rooms in the whole house are in a straight line, that is, you can stand on the road behind the village and see part of the street in the village, and vice versa.

What's even more strange is that because the doors of the two longitudinal rows of houses in the house are only one wall thick apart, and the doors of all the rooms are double-opened, and the width of each door is more than two meters, if all the doors of the house are completely opened, then the human field of vision from the street to the road behind the village has reached almost five meters wide! Moreover, if all the doors are opened, there is basically no privacy for the people in the room!

This is completely inconsistent with people's mentality of protecting their own privacy, and it seems very abnormal! Because even if other people in the village have houses with similar layouts, their doors are staggered from each other, and the purpose is of course to protect their privacy as much as possible.

According to my grandmother's previous description, the old house had been rebuilt by my grandfather's great-grandfather, and it was not supposed to be such a structure.

Standing outside the back door of the house, I watched people pass by from time to time on the streets of the village, and the strange feeling in my heart became even more obvious: why did the ancestors design the doors of the house like this?

All of a sudden, my suspicious problems began to recur.

When I was helping my father clean the room, I deliberately said inadvertently, "Dad, who built so many rooms in our house in the first place?"

My father was busy cleaning up, and he didn't care, so he said casually: "This house has been around for some years, and I don't know when it was built, I heard your grandfather say that this house was renovated once in his great-grandfather's generation, and it has been maintained like this since then!"

"It's a strange house, too, if it's windy, it can blow almost everything in the room away!" I swept as I continued to guide my father's train of thought.