My mother wrenched her fingers and said, "One person will not speak, two people will sleep in one word, three people will sleep in T, and four people will sleep in one book." "Now, decades later, it's not a problem, because it's rare for three people to sleep in one bed. At that time, when there was a red and white wedding event or something at home, there was always a place for the guests to stay. At that time, the traffic was not as convenient as it is now, and the relatives walked twenty or thirty miles and finally met once a year, which was naturally very kind.

But now relatives don't seem to have the same strong sense of intimacy as before, perhaps because transportation and communication are too developed now, and it is too easy to meet, so there is less cherishment.

The guests stayed, but there were not many beds at home, so they tried to make such a rule.

Grandpa smiled, "Your mother is right. After speaking, he hugged the quilt and fell asleep first. Mom hasn't left yet, and grandpa's snoring has already sounded.

Grandpa always listened to his mother's words. He never disagrees with what his mother decides, as if his mother's thoughts are his thoughts. This makes me not understand.

However, Grandpa did like to set rules like Mom. Every time I had dinner at my grandfather's house, my grandfather would say to me, "Ancient scholars only ate one meal at a time." "It means that if I want to excel in my studies, I can only eat less. When I walk, I often tell me to "keep your head up and your chest up, and look ahead." "When I write, I often remind that "a blade is like a knife, and a little is like a peach." "The list goes on and on.

Mom walked out with a light step.

As soon as I lay down, I didn't feel sleepy. I wondered what I was just now, and I didn't want to sleep when I put my head on the pillow.

Although this monthly vacation is only a few days, I miss the girl in my heart more and more. Her smile, her pitcher's gestures, were repeated countless times in my mind. My heart was depressed, like the moon on the windowsill, growing day by day, but I couldn't bloom a single flower. I liked her, but I only expressed it in letters, and I didn't even dare to raise my head in front of her. Every time I met her at school, I always hurried by with my head down like a deserter, pretending not to see her.

More than a decade later, when I sat in front of the computer and recalled who I was back then, I couldn't avoid mentioning her anyway. She is so important in my heart, I cherish it so much, I cherish it beyond measure, I cherish it so much that it is full of loopholes.

I got out of the quilt, sat at the head of the bed, backed by a pillow, looked at my grandfather with his mouth slightly open and snoring, looked at the wrinkles on his face, looked at his closed eyelashes, looked at his skin that had gone through all the vicissitudes of life, and wondered if my grandfather had ever been as sad as me when he was young.

I was in a very sad mood. I like to talk about my ghost hunting experiences on letterheads. And she had no interest in it, and she blamed me for not considering her feelings and not caring about what she thought.

I wonder if my grandfather had the same problem with "milk" and "milk" when he was young. Daddy certainly didn't meet him, because he continued the strings shortly after his wife's death. Grandpa studied magic wholeheartedly and did not have a delicate mind about feelings. I suddenly thought, grandpa is far from grandpa in terms of magic compared to grandpa, is it the reason for "milk" and "milk"?

Just then, my grandfather coughed twice, interrupting my thoughts. Grandpa smashed his mouth and whispered, "It's going to rain." Then he rolled over, and then snored again.

"It's raining?" I looked out the window, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly, as if there was only this house left in the world. There was no thunder when we were outside just now, so how could it rain. I got up and pulled the light, then lay back on the covers.

As I was about to close my eyes, white light lit up the whole house, and the white walls flashed before my eyes, and then dissolved into the endless darkness. "Boom", the sky outside exploded with thunder. Then the roof tiles clanged with raindrops.

What a rain!

I took the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

At breakfast the next day, Grandpa suddenly slipped from his chair and fell to the ground, breathing rapidly, his face showing an unhealthy red color, and his eyes were as weak as lamps that could be blown out in one breath.

"What's wrong?" Mom hurriedly picked up Grandpa and asked in a calm tone as much as possible. But my mother's hands were shaking very much. When I saw my grandfather like this, I broke out in a cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" I hurriedly put down my chopsticks and walked quickly to my grandfather's side. "Touching" grandpa's forehead, it was cold and cold, and a little sweaty.

"It's all right," said Grandpa weakly, "it's a backlash." Just take a break. "Grandpa is old after all, and fighting with the green 'hairy' water demon with a shadow must have consumed a lot of grandpa's energy, and he kept catching the red 'hairy' savage in the middle, and his body definitely couldn't stand it.

My mother told me to help my grandfather, and she went to the store to buy some brown sugar to make for his grandfather.

"Don't go to Daddy's grave tonight." I persuaded.

Grandpa pinched my fingers and said with a slight breath, "How can that work!" It's not about one person's life, it's about many. Besides, tonight you may not be able to fight the red "hairy" ghost. It would have been worse if I hadn't gotten in. ”

"But your body can't bear it." I say.

"God depends on a burner of incense, and man by a breath. As long as this breath is still there, I can't back down. Grandpa said stubbornly. After saying that, Grandpa began to cough violently, coughing so much that his neck was thick. I was really worried that my grandfather's lungs would burst, so I quickly patted him lightly on the back.

After a while, Mom returned. She poured half a cup of brown sugar, then added some boiling water and washed it, and fed it to her grandfather one by one.

As I watched from the sidelines, I inadvertently sneezed, and I felt a runny nose in my nose, so I blew it with my hand. The hand was taken off the nose, and when I opened my hand, I saw that my hands were full of red blood! I was taken aback!

Mom turned her head and saw an earthworm-like trail of blood coming out of her nostrils, and her eyes widened in fright.

"Liangzai, you, what's wrong with you?" Mom asked in a tone of utter surprise.

I used my other hand to "touch" and "touch" my nose, and it was also a pool of blood. I shook my head blankly and said, "I don't know. ”

Grandpa drank some brown sugar water and relieved himself a little. He snatched the cup from his mother's hand and shouted, "Go see the child and stop the bleeding." ”

My mother hurriedly brought cold water and slapped it on the back of my neck and wrist, and used a sewing thread to tightly strangle my index finger. But it was still bleeding, and the red blood was dripping all under my feet, and I felt like my blood was about to drain.