It was the first time I had seen such a dilapidated house, no different from the thatched houses of old times. A man bends down to pull weeds in the vegetable patch in front of the house, and a woman sits in the lawn surrounded by a nest of chickens to grab food.

The woman was the first to see us, and she ran towards us excitedly, and she also led a flock of chickens to fly. When the man heard the sound, he hurriedly turned around, and when he saw that it was us, he immediately threw away the grass in his hand and wiped his hands on his pants, which were already covered with mud. We took the things we had brought out of the car, and the woman took the flowers from my hand first.

She hugged the flowers carefully like a child, for fear that they would disappear in the next second. Seeing that she likes it, I am relieved.

"Why didn't you say hello to me in advance?" Grandpa had already met him once, and he was no stranger to him.

"And bring so many things...... We didn't prepare anything! He looked at the dazzling array of souvenirs, his face carrying mixed mixed emotions.

"It's rare that we're all free, so I decided to come and see you on the fly. Bringing these things is just to express a little bit of our heart as juniors, and we don't have to pay it back. "I'm afraid they'll take these dead things as a favor to be repaid, but I don't know if they'll be able to accept my expression.

"Thank you! Thank you, kids! "He kept saying thank you, making me think I was doing good.

We carried things into their rooms. The chickens followed Grandma, who was like a hen with her own herd, and it was the first time I had seen such a fearless poultry. I called out to her grandma, but she ignored me, still soaking in the scent of flowers and not wanting to come out.

"Don't bother, she doesn't understand the titles."

Grandpa said that although Grandma didn't understand us, she was still happy to see us coming, and that if someone she didn't like came here, she would kick them out with a broomstick. She didn't chase us away, which shows that she likes us. Grandpa also said that their family did not come often, and it was usually some poor neighbors who would come to bring some food, and they would leave after a few words.

"You guys stay here to eat, grandpa doesn't have any other skills, it's okay to cook." He rubbed his hands shyly, embarrassed like a child.

At this time, grandma also excitedly cried out that she was hungry.

"But there are no special dishes at home, so you can only settle for it." Grandpa took out a kitchen knife out of nowhere, it looked dull and lacked a bit of luster. "You sit down for a while, and I'll go get some greens in the garden."

We didn't say a few words of help, and sat down in our chairs as he said. I briefly glanced at the room, and there were three of them, neatly arranged in a line. One is the hall where we are sitting, with some labor tools hanging on the wall, and in the center is a portrait of a national leader. I also saw some calligraphy and paintings, and when I got closer, I saw that it was my father's signature, although the paper had been yellowed, and the corners were a little rotten, but it still did not affect the overall beauty, and it was quite a demeanor. The largest ornament in the hall is a log table with bits and pieces on it, which does not seem to be used for eating.

In the middle was their bedroom, which contained a bed, a wardrobe, and a few chairs. Like the hall, there are some calligraphy and paintings left by my father when he was young, as well as some pictorial magazines with a strong sense of age.

Finally, there is a kitchen, and when you walk in, you can smell the warm smell of firewood. The wall next to the stove has been smoked with a layer of black paint, and the shape of the fire can be faintly discerned. Not far from the stove is a low table, a place for eating, which is stained with some grease stains that cannot be removed, so that the wooden table has a natural pulp.

I was wondering where my father lived, and my grandfather came back with a basket of vegetables.

"This is his room." He pointed to a room behind me with a locked door, and the kitchen was so dark that I didn't notice the size of a door recessed into the wall when I came over.

"I'll open it for you." Grandpa didn't know where to find a bunch of keys, saying that it was a bunch, but in fact there were not a few. He looked at the light to find one of them, pinched it and walked to the room. I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see clearly, so I quickly turned on the flashlight in my phone, and he waved his hand, saying that he was too familiar with this room and could turn it on with his eyes closed.

Hearing the sound of the lock being opened, he let me in and take a casual look, and then got busy cooking. I asked Xun'an to come over and help my grandfather make a fire, he was playing with my grandmother, and my grandmother should prefer Xun'an to me, after all, he is more like my father.

Xun'an introduced the names of the flowers one by one, and grandma read them, but in a blink of an eye, she forgot the previous one.

I removed the lock, hung it on the doorchain, and pushed the door open and stepped inside. Unlike the kitchen, this time I was greeted by a musty smell that had been in the dust for a long time, but I didn't find it unpleasant, maybe it was through these microorganisms that I could find my father's breath.

The house is small, just big enough for a single bed. Between the bed and the wall was a passage just big enough for a person, and at the head of the bed was a small bedside table with many books on it. The bed was already covered with dust, and Grandpa may have cleaned it a few times, but when he felt more hopeless, he stopped caring about it. The books on the table were no exception, and I turned a few pages into the classical Chinese that I couldn't read, so I closed them. What I can't take my eyes off the most is the calligraphy and painting on the whole wall, and unlike the other rooms, there are many character paintings posted in this room. I knew at first glance that it was my mother from my youth, and they were the most well-preserved, and I was surprised that my grandparents still kept them.

At a glance, I quickly lost interest in this room. I decided to go and help my grandfather instead of looking at the dust.

Xun An was tripped by my grandmother and couldn't get out, I walked through the room and watched an adult man playing with an old man, the smoke from the kitchen soon filled all the room, and I seemed to see my grandmother and my father when I was young.

I sat down in front of the stove, which was made of loess and brushed with a layer of rough cement. The fire in the stove was blazing, and Grandpa's face was dyed red by the firelight, and he looked better. I said I wanted to try setting fires, and he told me to be careful not to burn out my beautiful new clothes. I glanced down at what I was wearing, as if it did fit in with the environment.

Under his guidance, I put firewood, how many sticks should be placed, whether to put coarse firewood or fine firewood, I have no opinion. My grandfather praised me for being smart, and he thought that a young girl like me couldn't do this kind of work. I looked up at my grandfather and felt as if I saw my father again, but he was kinder than my father, and I liked him more and more.

Grandpa probably felt my gaze and smiled and told me to keep an eye on the fire, "It's time to add firewood." "It dawned on me that the fire in the stove had become smaller at some point.

I especially love the sound of stir-frying in a hot pan, and the sound of the food as it is about to ripen is one of the reasons why I want to wait for it to come out. Grandpa's movements when stir-frying are very chic, which is completely different from the trembling when I first met him. He's in good health now and can stand on his confident chef stage for a while, but what happens when he can't stand anymore? When people are old, they are useless.

I smelled a smell of incense, and a colorful three-thread came out of the pot, and the color and fragrance were already complete. I brought it to the table, and the daylight hit it, and the oilcoat refracted a mouth-watering light.

There was a row of bacon hanging on the stove, as if chicken, duck and fish were both. Grandpa cut a little bit of each hanging, and then threw it into the hot pot to cook.

"It's all home-smoked. I know that you all pay attention to eating healthy now, I will blanch it a few times and go for saltiness. ”

I wanted to tell him that we don't really care about what we eat, and after work, eating for me is just to fill my stomach, and I don't care what happens to the food when it goes into the stomach. But I could not utter the slightest statement contrary to his actions when I was confronted with the heart of such a sincere old man. With him, I felt warm, maybe it was the fire in the stove that was at work.

A simple three dishes and one soup out of the pot, grandpa wanted to add another dish, but I said enough, my Xun'an food is not large, and the dishes are too much to eat.

"It won't be wasted, we'll continue to eat when you're gone." That being said, he did as I asked.

Four people, gathered around a boxy table with four bowls of dishes on the table, the feeling of family was quickly rendered. The chickens are all huddled under the table, and their chirping sounds add to the excitement of the meal. Grandpa told us not to be polite, let go of eating, his bowl was empty for the time being, and he had to feed grandma first. We didn't have to say anything about it, grandpa was right, he didn't exaggerate, his cooking was really delicious.

"The firewood rice will be more fragrant, you probably haven't eaten it yet, right?" Grandpa took out a handkerchief and wiped off the oil that had flowed from Grandma's chin, and picked up a few grains of rice from the corner of her mouth and put them in his mouth. These coherent movements did not seem unnatural because I was present with Xun'an, and I snickered in my heart, in fact, I was also envious, the relationship between the two old men could be so good.

From the bottom of my heart, I praised my grandfather's good craftsmanship. He smiled and narrowed his eyes, "If you like to eat, it's fine." ”

"If you want to eat it, just come to grandpa."

He can call himself "grandpa", which makes me feel a little less guilty. I remember the suddenness of the first meeting, and I was not ready to accept a stranger as my grandfather from the bottom of my heart, which led to my indifferent attitude to the point of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

I nodded again and again, affirming my promise to him and trying to force myself to forget about the unpleasantness.

It was a pleasant meal, the first time since my father passed away that I had eaten so happily. We talked and laughed, and we didn't have to worry about any table etiquette, which made me realize that eating is also such a happy thing.

Grandma didn't let go of Xun'an at the dinner table, and even asked him to feed herself instead of grandpa. Xun An naturally took the rice bowl from his grandfather's bowl, and then skillfully scooped the rice with a spoon and sent it to his grandmother's mouth.

"It was the same last time." Grandpa finally had to eat a few bites of food.

"Your grandmother, I like to find peace very much, even my words don't work when we meet, I always love trouble to find peace." Later, grandpa wants to compensate for An.

"No trouble." Xun'an treats the elderly very patiently, and anyone who sees it feels down-to-earth.

I ate three bowls of rice in one go, and my appetite is usually too small, and my stomach will bulge when I eat too much. I put down my chopsticks contentedly, and my grandfather got up again to boil water for us to make tea. The food burned by the firewood is fragrant, and the water boiled by the firewood is also fragrant to make tea. I wondered if I should carry some firewood back to cook, eat, boil water, and drink.

After eating and drinking, I actually didn't have the face to say goodbye, but the company called and said that there was an urgent meeting and I had to leave. Grandpa expressed his understanding, saying that we could come whenever we wanted, and they generally wouldn't go out.

When she got into the car, her grandmother was reluctant to let Xun'an go, but her grandfather dragged her and asked Xun'an to get in the car quickly. Through the rearview mirror, grandma was still holding the bouquet of flowers and looking at us, and grandpa put his hand on grandma's shoulder, which was particularly beautiful against the background of green mountains.

"No wonder."

"Do you want to help them?" I asked for peace.

He smiled, but didn't say yes. And I had already made a decision in my heart, and at the same time I remembered that I had left something behind, so I hurriedly asked Xun'an to turn around.

My grandparents were no longer standing in front of the house, but when I heard the sound of a car coming, my grandfather appeared, and he made a gesture to make us quieter, and then he ran over to tell us that he had just put his grandmother to sleep.

"Why did you come back again?"

I asked him for a painting of his father, which was hung in his father's room, and his mother was sitting on the edge of the ridge, holding a handful of ears of rice in her hand and a hosta on her head. Grandpa readily agreed, and then went back and helped me get it. It didn't take long for him to come with the painting.

"Nannan looks as good as your mother." When he handed it to me, he didn't forget to praise me.

I said a few more words to take care and said that I should come to him soon. Grandpa nodded happily and waved at the car until we disappeared.

When I got the painting, I was at ease and I fell asleep quickly. Xun An sent me downstairs to the company, but he didn't wake me up, but the mobile phone in the bag rang. When I opened my eyes, Xun An was holding my phone.

"I'm about to shut it down."

"No, I've slept enough." I took my phone away and thanked him a few more times, saying that I would contact him again at that time.

When the door is opened, "it still feels good to have you around." With that, I immediately got out of the car and closed the door.

Knowing that it was impossible, I still couldn't get around this old bend.