Reminiscing about grandpa

Author: Kyushu Changjiang Wave 2019.5.28

For many years, I have been thinking about writing an article about my grandfather, and every time I mention the pen, I feel sad in my heart, writing and writing, and I can't help but put it down again, the old grandfather is 105 years old this year, of course, if he is alive.

I remember that year, when I was in school and suddenly received a call from my aunt in my hometown: "Second baby, go home soon, grandpa has passed away." As soon as I heard the news, I was stunned, put down the whip in my hand, I hurriedly called a small car, and returned to my hometown with my family overnight, my grandfather had already left, I couldn't accept this fact, there was a thin old man lying on the door panel, covered with a white cloth, I held back my tears, walked forward, and knelt on the ground, "Grandpa, my grandson has come home to see you!" ”

Grandpa walked peacefully, 96 years old, and people in the village said that the old man was blessed. It's a blessing to be at such a high age, and my great-grandchildren are all studying. Although the old man's two sons are well-known good people, they don't read much, and they are always bullied by others, but their grandchildren are all good mixed up. Several of the grandchildren of the big house are skilled craftsmen, and every family has built a small western-style house, and the small life is prosperous. The eldest grandson is a university professor, the second grandson is a senior teacher, and the younger grandson is a nuclear power expert. Blessed is the old man, when he is in his 90s, he can still play mahjong with young people, and he is not deaf and blind.

That day, I listened to the villagers talking while helping with the funeral, and my eyes moistened, and I stupidly knew that I would give out cigarettes when I met people. kneeling down to the elders, but I couldn't tell the feeling in my heart, and my tears dried up.

For so many years, a kind of love has always haunted me, I want to write but can't write, I can't sleep at night, and when I go to bed at night, I accidentally dream of the kind face of my grandfather, in a dream. I laughed at his old man's words and deeds, but when I woke up, I was shocked into a cold sweat.

Grandpa, your kindness to my grandson, bit by bit, I remember it in my heart, I want to vomit but can't. When I was a child, I often listened to my grandparents tell some ghost stories, and also told some family legends, and my grandfather proudly told me that my little father-in-law used to be a showman, and he opened a primary school during the Republic of China. Therefore, he often told me about Zhu Zi's family motto, saying that although the descendants are stupid, the scriptures must be read. Teach the son to have righteousness and the like. It was my grandfather who planted the seeds of literature in my mind. I always like to read some villain books, story books and the like, and my grandfather laughs and scolds me when he sees it, a kind of forced laughter.

I remember when I was 15 years old, I got my high school admission letter, and I happily reported to the school I had longed for, but a month later, my high school life was a big disappointment. One morning at ten o'clock, I was in the classroom, but I was hungry, it was a bitter time when I didn't have enough to eat.

Suddenly, a teacher came to the classroom and said, so-and-so, your grandfather, come to you, as soon as I heard the teacher call my name, I didn't care about asking the teacher for leave, so I stood up from my seat and immediately rushed out of the classroom. In the hallway of the cafeteria, I saw my grandfather, dressed in a black dyed cloth with his bare and glowing arms.

An old man brought a load of rice and was looking around, with a white towel on his arm and a straw hat in his hand, fanning himself constantly. It's my eyes that are moist, grandpa sent me rice, grandpa, you are almost 70 years old, an old man walked more than ten miles of mountain roads, carrying a burden to send rice to his grandson! Grandpa usually doesn't talk much, but he only knows that he is constantly busy, and the old generation gave him a nickname "catching the old". It means that there are always things that can be done all year round.

Seeing my grandfather fanning the wind with a straw hat, I was stunned all of a sudden, "Grandpa! I shouted loudly, "You shouldn't have brought me rice to school on such a hot day, I'm strong now, I can carry rice to school." ”

"I know, I know that my grandson is in good health and can carry rice to school by himself, but grandpa has nothing to do at home, so he comes to the school to take a look, you are not happy, little rabbit!" At noon, I strongly urged my grandfather to eat at school and come home in the afternoon when it was cold. Grandpa nodded in agreement. I borrowed a dime and a half from my classmates, and together I bought two servings of slag noodles in the cafeteria. It's a great luxury, it's been more than a month since the start of the new semester, and it's the first time I've eaten meat, and I bought two servings! At that time, we gluttonous cats were always drooling over the fragrant and attractive slag meat when we had lunch.

There is no money, money is life, the gentleman loves money, and takes it in a good way, sometimes Hou is greedy for the scum of meat, and he also dreamed that he learned from the gentleman on the beam and drummed fleas to rob the rich and help the poor, eating fragrant and drinking spicy food. During the meal, I shared one with your grandfather, and I picked up the plate containing the slag and powdered meat and pulled more than half of it into the bowl for my grandfather, leaving a small half for myself. Grandpa looked at me, "Little bunny, you know that your grandpa doesn't like meat, why is it?" "Grandpa picked up the biggest piece and quickly put it back in my rice bowl.

Three years of high school passed quietly, and I thought many times about dropping out of school and going home to learn a trade. But under the persuasion of his grandfather, he persevered. Three years later, I was accepted to a university in my hometown, and my grandfather was very happy. Every time I go to school to take a bus for more than two hours, he has to take me to the station to take the bus, in that difficult era, the car is very rare, from the hometown to the university to study, there is only one bus a day, and it is not yet bright, about four or five o'clock in the morning, grandpa always crutches, quietly come to the station to see me off, my mother was in a bad temper at that time, saw grandpa get up early to send me, worried that the old man coughed and wrestled, I couldn't help but start a temper, The kind and optimistic grandfather is always silent at this time, and I am always unhappy when I am caught between the battlefields of adults.

In the Red House of the University, I ushered in the first snow after the beginning of winter, and I felt a little homesick. On this day, I wandered on the street with my friend Guozhang, and found that a store was dealing with military cotton clothes, I tried it on, just right, grandpa wore it and the size was barely right, the price was quite fair, 15 yuan. I have just 15 yuan left over from the food expenses issued by the school in the past two months, and I have all of them with me! I took out a piece of ticket and bought this grass-green military coat with great vigour, which is the old style that Brother Coat wears today. After handing over to the salesman to wrap it, I later entrusted a fellow who was studying in Chizhou to bring it back to my grandfather. Grandpa happily closed his mouth, and when he met people, he said that my grandson was filial, and he still remembered him when he was studying in college, and it was this green military coat that accompanied my grandfather for me through the old man's lonely old age. After graduating from college and working, when I go home every holiday, it is also the happiest day for my grandfather. Whenever I mentioned to my grandfather what words I had written in the newspaper, he always laughed happily on the sidelines.

"The bright moon does not return to the blue sea, and the white clouds are full of sorrow", the Dragon Boat Festival is coming, I would like to write this article to commemorate my grandfather. Thank you to the old man for leading me on the path of literature!