The younger sister picked up the porcelain bowl on the table and walked towards the bedroom. I stepped behind her.

That room was originally where my grandmother lived, but unfortunately, her old man died when I was in junior high school, and my grandfather used to live outside, and after my grandfather fell ill a few years ago, my uncle and I took turns taking care of them.

I didn't see my grandfather much, he didn't like to talk, and he talked and behaved a little weirdly.

When I was a child, my parents were busy with things, so I sometimes slept with my grandfather. I once saw my grandfather not sleeping in the middle of the night, so he sat cross-legged on the bed, not knowing what he was doing. Even in the early hours of the morning, Grandpa suddenly got up and got dressed and ran out.

What's even more strange is that Uncle Chen, a neighbor, said that he met my grandfather when he went to the toilet in the middle of the night, and he was scared half to death at that time!

I remember this very clearly, he said that he used a flashlight to see my grandfather walking on the path at the intersection, but the strange thing is that my grandfather was walking backwards with his eyes closed!

Uncle Chen thought my grandfather was crazy, and immediately told my dad to take my grandfather to the city to see a doctor, but my dad found that my grandfather had nothing to do, and asked my grandfather where he went last night after dawn, and my grandfather said that the house was too stuffy, so he went out for a walk. So my dad didn't think so, and soon forgot about it.

All in all, my grandfather gave me a very mysterious feeling, but I have the impression that he was a very kind old man, and every time we met, I felt very kind, and handed me all kinds of snacks to eat.

Every time I talk to my grandfather, I can feel that he has a unique affinity, which is a kind of charm that has been through the vicissitudes of life and has gone through the changes of time.

With that in mind, I had reached the door. The younger sister lifted the curtain with one free hand and walked in cautiously with the printed porcelain bowl.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strong smell of medicine, which was a mixture of the bitter taste of herbs and the pungent smell of Western medicine.

The view is an unobstructed bedroom, with only a wooden bed and a table with various medicine bottles on it.

Although the house is simple, it is cleanly cleaned and pleasing to the eye.

On the bed lay a thin old man covered with a quilt, he was dressed in loose gray pajamas, his gray hair was a little thin, and his pale skin was full of wrinkles, but there was a sense of grandeur between his eyebrows.

Grandpa was born with a pair of sword eyebrows, the gray eyebrows were thin and long, and the white beard around his mouth was as long as a finger. This makes Grandpa look like he has a fairy wind bone.

I still feel a little distressed when I see my grandfather's old appearance, and I remember the last time I met him, he looked like a young man.

But the years are not forgiving, after all, my grandfather is almost eighty years old, and his body is inevitably eroded by diseases, so he ages so quickly.

Grandpa lay quietly in bed, and I wasn't sure if he was still sleeping. Because his eyes didn't seem to close, he only narrowed into a slit and looked at the wall beside him.

My sister walked over with a bowl, "Grandpa, are you awake and thirsty?" I brought the bowl. ”

"No... Not thirsty. Grandpa answered, his words slurred, but his eyes were still not fully open.

Following my grandfather's gaze, my gaze fixed on the white wall, where a long black sword hung there.

This sword is pitch black, and even the hilt is made of metal, revealing a chilly air. It may have been extremely sharp before, but now it's more of a scrap metal than a longsword. Because its blade is pitted, like a serration. The blade has become unsightly blunt, and now it is estimated that it is difficult to even cut vegetables.

For as long as I can remember, this sword has been hanging in my grandfather's bedroom, and it seems to be so precious to him that he does not let anyone else touch it. So I don't wonder that he brought his sword with him when he came here.

I once asked my father about the origin of this sword, and he said that my grandfather had found it from an antique shop when he was away from work, so he didn't pay attention to it.

"Grandpa." The younger sister put the bowl on the table and leaned over to the bed, "Look who's back?"

"Who... Who?" Grandpa opened his eyes and sat up with his right hand propped up on the sheets.

His voice was very weak when he spoke, and his mouth was as muffled as if he had a ball of cotton stuffed into it.

"Grandpa, I'm back." I hurriedly walked over, stood on the edge of the bed, bent down and said kindly, "Grandpa, how are you doing lately?"

Grandpa leaned his back against the wooden frame at the head of the bed, and his eyes couldn't stop looking at me, and the cloudy eyeballs seemed to contain countless stories.

I was still looking forward to how happy my grandfather would be, but I didn't expect him to look at me for a long time and squeeze out these words in his mouth-

"You... Who are you?"

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I hurriedly said, "Me! Grandfather! I'm Chenyi!"

The little sister also hurriedly helped me and said, "Grandpa, he is your eldest grandson!" Don't you remember? ”

"Sun... Grandson. Grandpa looked up and muttered, his gray beard shaking with his face, a puzzled and confused expression on his face.

"I don't remember." Grandpa still shook his head.

I pointed to my face helplessly, "Grandpa, take a good look at me, I'm Chenyi, when I was a child, you often told me stories!" Don't you remember that?"

"Tatsumi what?" Grandpa blinked, as if remembering something.

I was overjoyed, and hurriedly replied, "Chenyi! Think about it again?"

Grandpa tilted his head and stared at me, his body trembling slightly because of weakness: "What Yi?"

"Tatsu... Escape. ”

I sighed helplessly, I didn't expect my grandfather's amnesia to be so severe, and a few years after I left home, he didn't remember me at all!

My sister was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, "Grandpa, he's my brother Chenyi!" When you were a kid, you used to talk to me about him!"

"No... I didn't say that. Grandpa still just shook his head... His face looked a little glazed.

I patted my sister on the shoulder, "Forget it, let's go out and let grandpa have a good rest." ”

It seems that grandpa will not be able to remember me for a while, but after all, I have been with grandpa for a long time, how can I not leave a little impression in his mind?

But the moment I turned around, a thin arm jerked up and grabbed my wrist with a "snap".

I was startled, and quickly looked back at my grandfather, and asked suspiciously, "Grandpa, do you think of me?"

Grandpa didn't answer my words, and his pale face swept away the previous decadence and turned into an extremely serious look.

"Kid... Your body isn't very clean..."

Not too clean?! After hearing this, I was completely confused, I didn't understand why my grandfather suddenly said this, and subconsciously put my nose to my collar, and sure enough, I smelled a strong smell of sweat.

Grandpa has always had a habit of cleanliness, and it seems that he dislikes the smell of my body.

I scratched my head embarrassedly and said, "I've been busy with work and haven't taken a shower for a month, and the body odor is indeed a bit big..."

The sister next to her snorted

smiled and teased: "No wonder grandpa doesn't want to recognize you, you smoked his old man's nose!"

My face was a little embarrassed, but my grandfather's grip on my palm didn't let go.

He asked softly, "Kid, what are you doing outside?" The stunned look in my eyes made me feel stunned.

Before I could speak, my sister rushed to answer for me: "Grandpa, you are getting more and more confused!" My brother is an elementary school teacher! Didn't I tell you that before? ”

"Hmm..."Grandpa nodded a little understandingly, "It's a teacher..."

He seemed to remember something, slowly let go of my wrist, and looked to the side with a blink of eyes, "I seem to have such a grandson... I'm going to work as a teacher in a mountain village..."

"That's right! Grandpa, think about it again. I looked at him with delight, and somehow I was so happy.

After listening to my words, Grandpa seemed to be troubled by an extremely incomprehensible problem, and kept shaking his head and sighing. "It shouldn't be... It shouldn't be...""How could this be... I'm getting more and more confused, old man..."

My sister stuck out her tongue helplessly, "Forget it, let's let grandpa be quiet by himself, he will be able to remember it later." ”

"Well, okay."

With a little regret, I walked out of the house with my sister and went to the living room. I sat alone in my chair and was stunned.

Not long after, there was a commotion outside, and I turned my head to see my father walking in from the outside with a tired face.

He was a muscular man with a flat head and an unshaven beard at the bottom of his mouth. Although his father's appearance was lean, his face was sallow, and the wrinkles on it indicated that he had entered middle age.

I quickly stood up and said, "Dad, you're back." ”

At this time, my sister's face immediately changed when she saw this scene, and she hurriedly grabbed her schoolbag and went back to the house to do her homework.

My father glanced at me and barely squeezed out a smile: "Oh, when did you come back." ”

I tidied up my collar a little crampedly: "Ed... It didn't take long to get home. ”

"Oh, that's right." My father nodded, pulled over a chair and sat down, he was so close to my place that I felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Because my father has always been a very serious person. When I first entered elementary school, my grades were not very good, and my relatives thought that I would not even be able to pass the worst junior high school in the city, but my father insisted on using slap education to improve my grades. The most memorable time was when I was in junior high school, I got into a fight with my classmates and broke someone's head, and my family had to lose a lot of money to others. After going back, he was slapped twice by his father, and he was forced to kneel under the ancestral tablet for most of the night.

Therefore, I have an instinctive fear of my father, and even now that I am an adult, I dare not be too frivolous in front of my father.

"It's good to be back." My father took out a box of cigarettes from a drawer, lit one, and asked, "You don't smoke, do you?"

"No." I hurriedly waved my hand, feeling a little strange in my father, because I had the impression that he didn't like to smoke either, why did he make an exception today?

"It's fine not to smoke." Instead of smoking a cigarette, my father stood up and placed it under the tablet on the west side of the living room, "Your grandfather is sick from smoking." ”

I nodded, and then I remembered that today was my great-grandfather's death day, and it was no wonder that when I entered the house, I saw three incense sticks lit there.

My father sat down next to me again and whispered, "Why are you free to come home today?" Don't you have to teach?"

I hurriedly responded: "I asked the school leader for leave, and I will leave in a few days." ”

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