Uncle Li lives across the street from our house, in his early forties, but he looks like he is about to die. Balding skull with sallow drooping cheeks. The sunken eyes make the shriveled nose appear a little high. Perhaps his desire to survive was so strong that his nostrils were bigger than his eyes. When he moved in, I thought he was ugly and lewd. My grandmother also scolded me for judging people by their appearance. After a year of getting along, I think Uncle Li may be the Chinese version of Jean Valjean.

Grandma sometimes said that it was Xiao Li who was the right person to send him to the health hospital. The sewer at home is repaired by Xiao Li. Xiao Li sent her to where and where she went. I think there are still a lot of good people in the world. It's a cool night, and my heart is a little warm. This time, after knowing that my grandmother died, most of it was done by Uncle Li.

"Zinn Ai, you have to take care of yourself. ”

"I will. At the end of the day's condolences, I found that my grandmother's life was really simple. Individual neighbors in the hallway, me, and Uncle Lee. And among them, how many of them really shed tears. I'm afraid it's just me and Uncle Li.

More than once, I've wanted to get rid of these howling and wiping faces. Hypocrisy, don't do it. Reason tells me I can't do that. People are terrible, I swept these women and aunts out of the house, maybe some foul language slandered grandma. Society is like this, even if the mistake does not come from you, they will dig back to the source and go back to their ancestors. buttoned the big hat of a certain tutor, so that a person as kind as grandma was charged with uneducated. Swallow this bad breath, and before leaving, I would like to thank them for their interesting and touching performance.

I sat on my grandmother's bed, covered with a blanket that smelled of grandma's megas. From this angle, I can see my bicycle parked in the yard. In the past, when I got out of school, as soon as I tied up the car, I looked in through this window, and I happened to see my grandmother looking at me with a smile. Memories are like a tsunami, encroaching and swallowing over and over again, and I am like a lonely city that can only slowly die. I'll lie down and sleep, I'll sleep well, and I'll have a good meeting with my grandmother when I sleep.

I don't know if it's because I'm too tired, I thought about meeting my grandmother, and I quickly fell asleep, but last night, my grandmother didn't come to me. Looking at the watch next to the bed, it was already half past eleven.

I looked at the various ingredients on the board, which I needed to eat my favorite dumplings made by my grandmother. Mix the noodles, chop the vegetables, chop the meat, mix the filling, roll the skin, pinch tightly, and put into the pot. It's like a robot, making dumplings step by step with the past relaxation belt. I fished out the dumplings with the crusts parted and walked to the living room. Transferred to grandma's favorite Republic of China drama, the Republic of China drama also ended today.

Obviously, I watched my grandmother make dumplings so many times, but the amount and ingredients were not just right, why didn't it taste like that. What was missing, I was so angry that the dumplings fell to the ground, and the soup splashed on my legs without pain. It's just that I can't eat such delicious dumplings anymore. The peerless grandma dumplings.

Grandma is gone, and in this life, I haven't waited for me to buy her flowers and clothes to wear, nor for the Manchu and Han banquets I invited, and I haven't waited for me to take her to Norway, Russia, and Canada. I have made so many promises and not a single one has been kept. Grandma hasn't been treated well by the world, and she hasn't felt the joy of my child's knees. Although in the past, my grandmother never mentioned it, but I don't think it will be very happy, losing her father at an early age, losing her husband in middle age, and losing her son in ten thousand years, leaving only a baby to be fed and the unbearable burden of life with her. Before the infant adult could enjoy the blessings, she passed away. What is fair and what is unfair, and why the life of a good person is so troubled, I don't understand.

I walked over to the storage room to find my grandmother's old stuff. Mostly old clothes. In a small wooden box, I saw old photographs that I had never seen. You can also see that it was grandma when she was young, and the man next to her was wearing a military uniform and a military cap, I guess it was grandpa. In the middle of the two stood an eleven or twelve-year-old child, as the grandmother said, white and clean, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, very cute. Then this must be Dad. There are many letters underneath the photo, the paper is intact with yellowed corners upturned.

The words on the paper are strong and powerful, and if you don't look at the content, you think it came from a man's hand.

Mom, your body is still healthy, how is Xin Ai recently, I saw the photo, Xin Ai has grown a lot taller. I'm settled down here now, and I can take Sinai over.

I didn't finish reading it, tears fell from my eyes, I always thought I was a burden discarded by my mother, and every time my grandmother retorted, I only thought she was coaxing me. Knowing that I had misunderstood her for so many years, I felt sorry for this woman I had never met, and she was still concerned about me in the letter.

My grandmother was illiterate, and probably every time she received a letter from her mother, she would send her a picture of me. I vaguely remember that at that time, my grandmother often took me to the photo studio, and every time she told funny stories, I was made to smile at the camera. Because of that age, I thought that the smile was just a grin, so the photo was very fake.

In the last letter, my mother asked my grandmother why she didn't send back the photos. Look at the address on the envelope is different from the current one. It seems that my grandmother moved in order to make my mother unable to find me. At the end of the letter, Mom said that she knew Grandma's intentions. It's just that the happiness in her heart is different from what her grandmother thinks. Mom wrote:

My happiness is to work with Xin Ai and my mother to raise Xin Ai well and honor my mother.

I think I know what my grandmother thinks, and I also know that my mother also understood my grandmother's thoughts. Grandma drove away her widowed mother and asked her to find a good family to marry while she was young. With a set you settle down there, and Sinai and I will pass. When my mother is settled, I will send her a picture of me and tell her that I am living a healthy and happy life. Then he slowly faded out of his mother's life, and there was no news.

Grandma is such a person, the suffering in others is suffering, but in herself it is insignificant. In her life, there are too many hurdles, but she is still stupid and happy.

At the bottom of the envelope is a folder with the name of Sinai on the cover. Grandma didn't write many words in her life, but the two words on the cover are particularly beautiful, square and vertical. I opened the envelope, and it was a passbook and a book. There are more than 10,000 in the passbook. The records of more than 10,000 deposits are very clear, and the number of days of the month is more than 50 days and the number of days of the month is 100. Successively, uninterruptedly, from 10 years ago. I wanted to shout but couldn't, I wanted to cry but couldn't. The real pain is unspeakable.