Let's start eating~

In the courtyard of the house, there is a large round table, a table of rich delicacies, which is the hand of my dear grandmother, excellent!

Every dish is a familiar taste, and it is undeniable that this time when I returned to my hometown, my weight soared, and as a result, it rose by about ten pounds. From the seafood dinner of the eldest aunt at the beginning, to the home-cooked meal of the grandmother, it is so delicious that the whole taste buds are applauding!

Sure enough, I'm a foodie at heart.

A table of pure natural and pollution-free green organic food, each of which looks so delicious, grandma's craftsmanship has not changed, and it is still the familiar and familiar taste.

Maybe it's because I've been missing it for a long time, gobbling it up the whole time, looking like I'm going to kill myself, and I just blame the food for being so delicious.

"Slow down, slow down~" grandma reminded with a grin.

"It's delicious!" I gave a thumbs up as I ate, my grandma was just that good.

I still remember my grandmother always telling me about the 66 years she experienced at that time, probably in 1966, when it was all of a sudden, deflation, and not ordinary deflation, at that time they had no food to eat, and they were in a poor area in the countryside, and they were grabbing wild vegetable bark to eat every day.

The mortality rate was really high back then.

Although I didn't experience that era, listening to my grandmother made me feel like I was there, and I could feel their mood, and it was very difficult to survive in that environment.

Therefore, the people of this later period were like crazy when they saw food, and they ate wildly.

To put it simply: I'm hungry!

It's really terrible, and the people who survived that era were strong. Maybe it's a subtle reason, but now I see food and stuff it into my mouth vigorously, for fear that I won't have to eat it.

It's really hard to feel hungry.

……

Although it is now a peaceful era, there are few natural and man-made disasters, but it is also due to the feudal patriarchal and inferior thinking in the family, she has to do all the dirty work, and grandma has no complaints about it.

The environment can change, but it is difficult for a person's mind to change, and it takes not only time, but also the ethos of the whole society.

Especially in the days of my grandparents, intellectuals were still very respected.

I still remember that my grandfather was a people's teacher and the only college student in the family, and the people who could be admitted to the university at that time were absolutely glorious and glorious to the ancestors, winning glory for the country, and the whole village had to respect a few points.

However, as a people's teacher, he always has a bit of sternness between his eyebrows and eyes, which makes people feel awe!

I was most afraid of my grandfather since I was a child, as long as he said, I immediately did it, and I didn't dare to disobey at all, for fear of being shocked by my grandfather's stern eyes.

However, in fact, his heart is also very gentle, and when I am sick, he will take me to the outpatient department as soon as possible, and accompany me throughout the infusion. When I don't like to study, he still thinks hard about the Fa to make me love learning, and when I do something wrong, he will try to teach me......

It is the guiding light of my life.

In short, grandpa is a knife-mouthed tofu heart.

He usually likes to go to the only commissary in the village to play mahjong, a group of old grandfathers, sitting together, enthusiastically playing mahjong.

I still remember when I was a child, every time my grandfather came back from playing mahjong for an afternoon, I always quietly stood aside to observe his expression, if he won money, grandpa would be in a good mood, and then send some rewards to a few of our children; If you lose money, you can't dangle in front of your grandfather, and you will be scolded for everything you do.

Grandpa is also a man of temperament, with a bold temperament, and he says the same!

……

No, just returned to his hometown, after eating grandma's delicious food, grandpa came back from playing mahjong for an afternoon as usual, and it seems that he has developed a habit. It seems that in all the years of my absence, his hobby has not changed.

Today, Grandpa seemed to be in a good mood when he came back, leisurely, and still holding a bottle of drink in his hand.

It looks like it's a win.

And I sat in the room and watched the TV that I loved most since I was a child, which was a famous palace fighting drama.

"Drink!" Grandpa came over and handed me the drink in his hand, and I took it.

Now that I think about it, I'm really flattered, there are so many children in the family, grandpa only gave it to me, it seems that grandpa still loves me.

At this time, I had just unscrewed the cap of the drink bottle when suddenly two twin sisters of the family came over and began to stare directly at me.

Belch......

It should be staring straight at the drink in my hand.

They were the children of my little uncle's family, and they also gave birth to a boy, and they gave birth to four girls, the youngest of whom were twins.

It's cute, but it doesn't look like it at all, my sister is round and chubby, and my sister is a melon seed face and is very thin, which ...... It's very special, after all, no one says that twins should look exactly the same.

"You want to drink too?" I read what they were thinking and asked.

"Uh-huh......" they both nodded, which was very tacit.

Then they all started to coquettish me, what two cute little girls, they are only three years old, they know this?

Am I too stupid?

Ay!

"Then you two should drink half of it." I handed the drink to my sister first, since they all want to drink, then one person and half of it, after all, whoever it is given, the other will be angry.

At first, they were happy, one person took a sip, I was proud for a moment, my sister held the drink and kept drinking, my sister saw the anxious stretch out her hand, but my sister just didn't give it......

"Give my sister a drink." Although I was helpless, I had to be very patient and say that I felt like a kindergarten teacher teaching children.

However, they didn't react, and the sister was about to grab it, and the younger sister grabbed it even tighter......

My sister cried out with a "wow-" and said inarticulately: "She won't give it to me!" Wow - woo woo woo ......"

"You...... Don't cry. "I'm panicking, what should I do? I could only take the drink from my sister's hand to my sister, and my sister stopped crying, and I was instantly relieved.

But, "Wow-" my sister started crying again......

Oh, my God! Ahh Why do children cry so much? Will crying solve everything?

I took the drink again, "Then don't drink it all." ”

"..................Whoa, whoa, who

Then, they hurriedly comforted and comforted this, and then comforted and comforted that, but they seemed to block me, completely useless, and completely ignored me.

At the moment, I collapsed!

Is this the legendary child? It's so scary, it's okay not to cry, it's a nightmare to cry! At this moment, I suddenly realized that it was not easy for my grandmother.

It's not easy.

……

"What's going on?" When my grandfather heard the sound, I felt like I saw a savior

"They both wanted a drink, and I ......" I shook the drink in my hand, indicating that there was only one bottle, and I didn't know what to do.

The two sisters were crying so loudly that I sat here completely overwhelmed.

Grandpa looked at it as if he understood, and snatched the drink from my hand, "Okay, shut up!" Don't drink it anymore. ”

Grandpa really has majesty.

The two little ones were silent in an instant, and they stopped crying and began to sobble again, perhaps because they were crying too hard to slow down for a while.

"You, I'll give you a drink, I'm afraid that they will rob you, look at this ......"

Hey, I couldn't escape it, but I was still educated by my grandfather, and I nodded obediently, indicating that I was wrong.

The two little guys went out to play after the rainstorm turned sunny and went out to play, while I was still sitting by the TV, thinking back to the scene just now, and I still remember it very deeply, not too deeply.

A war caused by a bottle of drink! It also made me see the horror of children, was it the same when I was young? I can't remember that.

It's like seeing your former self.

As far as I am concerned, children are a magical existence, they can cry at any time, so much so that I now see children retreating, for fear that they will cry, and when I cry, I will be annoyed, annoyed! I can't beat and scold them yet, or I'll cry even harder.

Alas! It's really hard to get along with children, and kindergarten teachers are really great.

That's probably why I don't like children.

……

Dinner.

Although children always like to play around, they will say when they are angry, "I won't play with you anymore." ”

However, sitting at the same dinner table, everyone is still good sisters, looking at the twin sisters in front of me, they are still sitting together very harmoniously, laughing happily while eating, as if nothing happened just now.

This may be the world of children, there is no careful thinking, a piece of candy can be solved when you are angry, and you can't remember anything, you always forget it after you finish speaking, and everyone is still good friends.

Why is it impossible to maintain this simplicity?

Where do we go to find such simplicity and beauty now?

If time could stand still, I would like to stay there as a kid and not want to grow up.

When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up, and when I grew up, I didn't seem to be happy, and almost all of it was trouble......

This is the path of growth in every period!

……

At night.

A small room with three small beds, but only three beds.

Because of this room, only these three beds can be put down.

At first, there was only one bed, but because my sister and I didn't get along when we were young, we always quarreled, and my grandmother had no choice but to get three beds and put them in.

Then everyone rejoices.

Lying on the familiar bed, I remembered that when I was a child, my grandmother would always tell ghost stories and scared me into a cold sweat, timid but also curious.

Always clamoring for grandma to tell some more stories, although the stories are similar, but I just can't get tired of listening to them, now think about myself, where did I get the guts, I dared to listen to ghost stories in the middle of the night.

You know, any horror story can scare me, and it will be a long time to be scared, and the memory will slowly fade away, but the memory of horror stories is particularly clear, especially when I am afraid, these stories come to mind.

Lingering.

Timidity is something I was born with.