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Suddenly, I wanted to write down the relatives who appeared in my life, and I guess it was a record of their coming to this world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Since I was born, many lives have come to an end.

My second grandfather, my grandfather's second brother, is recorded because when I was still an infant, he used to love me so much, he liked me so much.

My mother had to go out to do farm work, and I was fostered at my second grandfather's house, and my grandmother took care of me. I heard my mother say that although I was thin in swaddling clothes, I was white and clean, with a delicate and beautiful little face, and my second grandfather often put my little feet in his mouth and pretended to bite, and said in his mouth: "Gnaw tiger hooves." When I could understand his words of "kicking the tiger's hooves", he kicked the two little feet vigorously, and the second grandfather laughed beside him.

Mother said: "When you were a child, your second grandfather kissed you, so he liked to be a clean person, not too dirty or tired, held you in his arms at a sky-high price, let you pee and, and said happily, I picked up gold and silver treasures." ”

But in my memory, there is no such image of a loving grandfather, and he died when I was less than two years old.

Then there are my grandmothers, my father's and mother's grandmothers.

Let's start with my father's grandmother. She lives in another village more than a dozen kilometers away from us, and her family is well-off, and when our family is poor, we often get help from her old man.

The old grandmother is a very decent and powerful person, with a very high seniority, continuing the majesty inherited from the old generation of big families, in the village where she lives, it is a big family surnamed Xing, and the highest person who is alive is her old man. Everyone said that as long as Mrs. Xing stomped her feet, the earth would tremble, although this is an exaggeration, but it can also be seen that her old man is highly respected.

When I was in junior high school, she was still alive and well, and her life still maintained the old habits, her hair was grated with a grate comb, and her daughter-in-law had to take care of all her life.

I was studying in a far away township to live in school, and occasionally went back to my grandmother's house with a classmate who was good in the same village as my grandmother, and my grandmother was probably very happy about my arrival, she thought that I was a learned person, and I was a talented person in ancient times, so I respected me very much for the younger generation who was four generations younger than her.

As soon as I arrived, she would cook for me and make delicious and hearty dishes for me. I am very uncomfortable with an old man in his eighties, moving a pair of small feet, and I feel that I can't bear such a lot of love from the old man. She wanted to help her do something, and at this time she would use her majesty and "command" me to receive her hospitality well. I know that as a parent in the past, she was so eager to read and read because she couldn't read a word, and what she respected was not me but knowledge.

Every time I go, I eat well, take good, and the dry food is the baked cakes prepared for me by my grandmother herself, but the conditions at home are that I can only eat such good baked cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Every time my mother knew that I was at my grandmother's house, she would tell her not to bother the old man too much, because the old man would be pampered all his life, and he would serve the younger generation like me when he was old, which was not good.

But on the one hand, because of greed, on the other hand, because I was respected and cherished, so I still didn't listen to my mother's words and often ran to "harass" her old man, and the old people would also be very worried about me, and often heard that my classmates were on vacation, so they would tremble and tremble with a cane to inquire about me, and often let my classmates give me messages, hoping that I would visit her.

I would try my best to save the two cents my mother gave me every week, and after saving for two or three weeks, I would buy a packet of fruit candy for my grandmother, who liked to have sugar in her mouth, saying that the days were too bitter and that she needed to eat more sweets. I didn't understand what she and the old man were referring to, and only later did I know that she was lamenting her declining fate.

I remember the time I went to visit her, and she took out the candy I had bought for her from the bedding and was as happy as a child.

Every morning is fried soba noodles, with sugar, mutton fat, and fried rice for breakfast, and she will add more to me. Once I made steamed buns, I volunteered to help, big and small were not good-looking, my uncle laughed at me, and my grandmother was very unhappy, saying that I was a scholar, and I shouldn't have been able to do the work of these subordinates, and she regarded me as a daughter.

In my third year of junior high school, the old man died, I was so sad, I will never see her old man again, there is no longer her respect and love, and there is one less person in this world who loves me and loves me!