Her mother was born in a military family, and her grandfather only had such a child when she was thirty-six years old, but he never spoiled her in the slightest. She grew up in the military camp since she was a child, attended a military academy where discipline was paramount, lived in a family building in the compound of the military region, and spent more days in the army with her father than her grandmother. Although her grandfather was harsh on her on the surface, he loved this daughter very much in his heart, and his expectations were extremely high.

Because of the edification from childhood to adulthood, her mother's personality and habits are very similar to her grandfather's, bold and introverted, and her appearance is as heroic and healthy as her grandfather, not as quiet and delicate as the average daughter's family. It was only later because of her identity as a ** mother that the military temperament in her bones was a little more rare and gentle.

I may be more like my father than my mother, as he is gentle and quiet, and his appearance is as delicate and soft as his appearance. Although I look like the Jiang family, my grandfather said that I have a strong personality since I was a child, paranoid, affectionate and righteous, and my temperament is very He family.

When I was three years old, I started to read and write, and I just knew about 500 words, and my family invited my husband to teach me how to practice words. The gentleman was a little older than his grandfather, and his hair and beard were all white.

The gentleman didn't like to talk, he didn't like to laugh, and his expressionless face was even more terrible than his grandfather's face. I often don't dare to take the initiative to get close to him, and if I have family members around, I must quietly hide behind acquaintances before I dare to look at him quietly. He didn't like me very much, he always had a straight face, he didn't smile at me, and he didn't spoil me like everyone else.

Mr., that person is really stereotypical and really annoying.

Although I don't like it, my family is very happy that he is willing to come and teach me. My grandfather said that he was a very powerful person, a real people's artist, and he didn't envy money, fame or fortune, and it was difficult for someone to invite him out of the mountain with such a big face. In short, I was lucky enough to meet such a bullish master who fell from the sky.

I naturally knew that he didn't teach me to take in any apprentices, or to simply appreciate my talent (although I didn't think I had any talent, it seems to be), but I was too embarrassed to refuse my old friend's request to come over and pass the time. But the time he spent casually passing the time was not so good for me.

I was scolded by him for several days because I couldn't hold a pen, blowing my beard and glaring, and I was once locked in his study for an afternoon, saying that if I didn't practice my handwriting, I didn't want to rest, and I was so scared that my hands and feet were not sharp.

When I first started practicing calligraphy, it was summer, the weather was hot and humid, and the study also had air conditioning, but the old gentleman couldn't blow the air conditioning, so the room would only open two windows. One afternoon passed, and I felt like I had been in a sauna in the sauna. The old gentleman was very leisurely, he only needed to use the first ten minutes of work, the last ten minutes of force, and the rest of the time, as long as he moved a chair over, lay down in the shade by the window, while reading a book, and from time to time pushed down the reading glasses he had put on the bridge of his nose, urging me not to be lazy.

I don't have much talent in calligraphy, and I always feel that this teacher has hired a bit of a loss, but I was relieved to hear my grandfather say that I don't want money. Otherwise, with his attitude of drying nets for three days and fishing for two days, he was only willing to spend twenty minutes for three hours, and he must ask his grandfather to pay him the least salary.

At first, I practiced word by word, I think I can still deal with it, and Mr. will reluctantly pass after practicing one hundred and eighty times, and then I feel unbearable when I excerpt Tang poems one by one, I often don't write halfway, and his forbearance is finally so angry that I break the gong, tear the paper and call me to do it again. As a result, we often went in to practice for less than half an hour, and he left with a gloomy face. Although he would come next weekend, I still felt that my pride had taken a big hit, and I crouched in the corner of the study and felt sad.

Yun Niang saw that I was really pitiful, and ran to "intercede" with my grandfather, my grandfather's eyebrows were deeply entangled, and my grandmother was also frightened and distressed, hugging me and complaining that he said that the child was too young and anxious.

My grandfather didn't say anything, just looked at me deeply and walked away with his hands behind his back.

In the middle of the night, he remembered that there was still some work to be done, so he went to the living room to get a glass of water and came back, and found that the light in the study was actually on. I stepped on his wicker chair and bent over to practice calligraphy, ink spilled all over the rice paper. Because of my husband's habit, I also forgot to turn on the air conditioner, and I sweated a lot at night, and my back clothes were sticky and greasy, and my hair was dirty.

When I saw him come in, I slowly stood up, jumped down, held up my work to him, and asked him, "Grandpa, am I good at writing?" ”

Because of this sentence, the tall old man instantly turned red.

Later, I heard Yun Niang say that my grandfather went to Mr.'s house to scold him because of this incident, and finally hid the good plum wine brewed by relatives at home, which was a serious "warning" to Mr. In the end, my grandfather's idea of this method also worked, and since then, my husband's attitude towards me has been much better than before, and his patience has gradually grown a lot.

Later, I don't remember whether my words were affirmed by Mr., he probably taught me for a few years, I moved from the compound to live in a bungalow, in addition to occasionally going to his house to take calligraphy classes during the summer vacation, I had to stay in the compound at other times, occasionally he came to talk to my grandfather for tea and chat, and I saw a little more.

When I was older, I also studied piano and cello, and I also learned to draw and sculp, but these were only superficial, and the best stage of learning was only scratching the surface. After so many years, the only thing that has persisted seems to be the habit of practicing calligraphy.

In my home and studio in Vancouver, there are always a few calligraphy and paintings that I have framed myself, and when guests see them, they often ask a few words, knowing that I wrote them myself, and if they ask me to refuse, I will also write a few words, but I dare not claim to be a student of Mr.

I think I probably thought from the bottom of my heart that I was not a student of my husband, although he never said no, although I never asked if my work before graduation was satisfactory to him.

The memory of my childhood is too deep, and I always feel that if I He Xi can't practice this word well in the future, if I am not qualified to be his student, if I lack talent, I will not be able to ask for it. If I practice this word well, my grandfather will have an explanation, and what will happen in the future is also my own ability, and it has nothing to do with this person.

But in fact, on the night of his husband's death, he was suddenly shocked, the weather in Vancouver was a little colder, and he was far away in a foreign country, and he couldn't send him on his last journey, and there were still regrets.

At his age, death is an extremely natural thing, not to mention that in the words of his old man, it is also a great blessing to leave without illness and pain after a hundred years.

I wonder whose blessing it is? He had no children or daughters in his life, and when he really left, he didn't come to see off any of his loved ones. Even if he has the world's talent, glory and wealth before his death, in the end, he will only be wrapped in loess and bury the soul of a lifetime.

Two years ago, he was 90 years old, and I flew back from Vancouver to celebrate his birthday. The banquet was also very simple, and all the people who came were his close friends and students. There is a lack of General He, but Mr. He's granddaughter is here, and the face is so big, everyone is embarrassed.

Between the wine tables, he sat on the upper seat, in a good mood, and after a few glasses of wine, a hint of drunkenness slowly appeared on his pale face. In the end, the years are not forgiving, in the past, he was not drunk for a thousand cups, and he was full of spirits, but now he is just a trace of loneliness in his eyes when he bows his head.

He beckoned to me, who was sitting in the corner, and his hand trembled as he pulled me over.

On that day, he brought me to the crowd with the best Fenjiu in the restaurant, and introduced: "This is my last student, it is not easy, I have completed my studies here." ”

Before I could react to the surprise and other sensations of him saying that I had finished with him, I had been pushed into the middle of the banquet.

That time I drank probably the most in my life, and I wasn't drunk, but I remembered later that he hadn't taught me for many years, and he didn't ask me for a "graduation thesis", which was very strange.

At that time, my grandfather had passed away for more than two years, and after returning to Vancouver, Mr. Zeng Qianli said: "If my grandfather has passed away for more than two years, I often feel that the years have passed, and I feel that the years have been long, and I have been depressed all day long recently. Yesterday, I opened the letter, saw the words like meeting, knew that his life was the most concerned about Er, ashamed of not doing his best, and took care of it, and felt terrified, and now I see you very good, comforted. When he meets again one day, he will definitely comfort his heart and be safe. You know that life is a hundred steps, you have to start well and have a good end, a hundred steps away, if you don't look forward, how can you say that you are lucky. Therefore, the pain can be temporary, but it can be remembered for a long time. You are very wise, I have nothing to think about, I wish everything to go well for a long time, and be safe for a hundred years. ”

Later, I learned that when my husband's letter arrived to me, it was two days after his death. And because of the weather, I couldn't get back in time to see my husband off for the last time, and I often feel guilty. When I woke up with palpitations at night, I burst into tears while holding Mr.'s letter, and I was sad and glad for Mr. He is the best with his grandfather in his life, the two have similar interests and friendship with Jin Jian, this time he must be reunited with his grandfather, compared to the world, he must not be so lonely.

This letter from my husband has been with me for so many years, and every time I take it out and read it, I still feel that my husband's words are "self-indulgent".

In fact, he taught me a lot of things, and when I was enlightened in life, I was able to meet a good and strict teacher like him, and I got rid of a lot of bad things that I was used to, which benefited me for life. Although he always made no secret of his "dissatisfaction" with me and did not hesitate to hit me, I knew that he was sincere to me, and not just doing his duty as he had been told.

As he said, after he passed away, I didn't feel sad for a long time, but I felt a lot between life and death, and it was only a moment. Since he left, there is one less person in the world who misses his grandfather, alas!