In the evening, I came out to relieve myself. The sky is like a black hole, bottomless. There were constant long sighs in the guest room, and with such a night, such a sigh seemed even more helpless. I can't seem to do anything to add a full stop to such a long sigh. I lifted my pants and went back to sleep. Lying on the bed sleepless, what echoed in my head was the sigh of my grandfather.

Grandpa has never enjoyed happiness in his life, and when he was young, he ran around for a living, and when he got old, everything went wrong. In the end, seeing that his children and grandchildren were all better, he died.

Grandpa's donkeys have died several times, and I can't remember the first ones that died this time. For the farmer, the weight of a donkey is half the pillar of the family. Now, Grandpa's donkeys are dying one after another. As the grandfather of the first breeder, the psychological defense line has completely collapsed.

Every time I went to my grandfather's house before, my grandfather was smiling, no matter how unhappy it was, he always gave his grandson the brightest side. And in those days, I was afraid to see my grandfather. I'm worried that my grandfather doesn't know if he should pretend to laugh or be sullen when he faces his grandson? Grandpa seemed a little overwhelmed, he didn't have a smile on his face, but just asked me lightly.

I was a child at the time, and I wanted to comfort my grandfather, but how a child could say that sentence was difficult for me at the time. I seem to have said to my grandfather: it's okay, everything will be fine. Whether I said it or secretly thought about it in my heart, I have such thoughts.

The unprovoked death of a donkey is not common in rural areas. At that time, I wondered what killed my grandfather's donkey. Is it really because of fate? Or is it because of the gods who can't see my grandfather's family? Or is it the villain who is behind his back and pretends not to know? I can't speculate, because I don't know much about the situation in my grandfather's family.

I crept into the donkey hutch when everyone was sad and looked at the scene, like a detective, and I wanted to find out why it would happen again and prevent it from happening again. But I didn't have any talent for detectives, and I didn't get anything in the end. If you want to talk about superstition, I don't think it's very likely, which way a little ghost is so ruthless, and it is not enough to harm once, and it will be intensified! Even if it is a little ghost, it will not be so vicious. Perhaps it was the forage that the grandfather gave to the donkey contained substances that caused the donkey to die of poisoning. However, this speculation could not be confirmed, and the uncle did not test the donkey's food at that time. Maybe the donkey is seriously ill, one after another, this speculation is a bit far-fetched, how can the donkey get sick without any symptoms? There is also a kind of I think the most likely, maybe some person has some grudge with the grandfather's family, secretly poisoned the donkey's forage or water. Of course, this speculation is bold and frightening, but it seems more plausible.

No matter what the reason was, several donkeys were killed, but the blow to the grandfather was the same. There must have been a deep self-reproach in his heart, and he blamed himself day and night, and he seemed to have no way to save everything except blaming himself.

During that time, my grandfather was basically bedridden, and he was so devastated that he couldn't get up. He must be asking in his heart: I am just an ordinary person, why do I have so many calamities? He has too much bitterness and bitterness in his heart, and he has experienced the variables of his family for a few years, and now he is about to encounter such calamities. For an ordinary person, the destruction of the mind is close to the limit. He was helpless and couldn't do anything.

The sighs one after another are grandpa's descriptions of this life. Occasionally, I would hear my grandmother say to my grandfather, "Don't sigh anymore, is it useful to sigh?" Yes, is it useful to sigh? But for grandpa, sighing might be slightly more comfortable. If you don't release what you hold in your heart, you will have problems. Therefore, everyone can accept Grandpa's sighs all night.

Grandpa was a strong man and a man who dared to fight against fate, he stood up and bought two more donkeys. Generally after such a catastrophe, most people will give up the idea of raising donkeys, but grandpa is not reconciled, what does he want to prove through practical actions? After a period of time, I was particularly afraid to hear the news about my grandfather and donkeys, because once there was such news, my mother would rush to my uncle's house, and something must have happened.

However, fate will not favor you because of your struggle. Grandpa's donkey is dead again!

When I learned the news again, I wanted to become a super detective and find out what was going on. I came to my grandfather's house again with apprehension, and this time my grandfather seemed to be much more relieved than the previous grandfather. Grandpa just smiled bitterly now, and he didn't hear Grandpa's sigh at night.

Grandpa may have become accustomed to the unfairness of this fate to him, and he began to smile bitterly at life. Grandpa went on with his life, and he was no longer bedridden. Compared with last time, this time grandpa's state makes everyone feel more at ease. I also went to think about how to comfort my grandfather, but I just played a game of chess with him when he was a little bored.

Grandpa, how about the next game of chess?

Grandpa smiled, yes, let's see if there is any progress this time?

The horses are jumping, the soldiers are walking, and the carts are eating......

Grandpa temporarily let go of the troubles in his heart and fought a war with his grandson without suspense. Every time I lose, but I try my best to deal a devastating blow to my grandfather, only in this way can he forget his temporary troubles. Grandpa laughed! because he won again!

After a few more years, the turmoil of the donkey has faded, and the grandfather's mentality has improved a lot. I came to my grandfather's house again, and my grandfather was very indifferent.

After eating, I said, "Grandpa, how about a game of chess?"

Grandpa smiled and said to me, "You can't beat me!"

I said, "Grandpa, I'm growing now." ”

My grandfather played two sets with me, but this time I won both sets. But after winning, I was even more disappointed. Maybe it's not that my chess skills have improved, but that my grandfather's chess is regressing. At that time, I kept losing, but I was happy to lose. This time I won, and I was quite disappointed to win.

I didn't expect that game of chess to be a farewell work for me and my grandfather. My grandfather had diabetes and left this world very quickly. At that time, I had just started work and couldn't go back to see my grandfather one last time. The night my grandfather left, I sat on the floor of the duty room and burst into tears. I remembered the love he gave me when he was alive, the hardships of his life, his kind and amiable smile, the scene where we stood in front of the door to take pictures, and the scene where I argued with him over a chess piece.

Writing this reminds me of my nostalgia for my grandfather, and I can't help but shed tears.

Thinking about his whole life, in fact, it is contained in that long sigh, there has been pain and torture, there has been joy and tears, and after a long sigh, he went away with the wind......