"Chapter 32: Memories (1)"
"Grandpa, I'm already so old, don't you still plan to tell me about my background?" Grandpa lowered his head, and his already old cheeks became even more aged. Obviously, Grandpa is aware of the photo album matter. In that case, it seems that he also knows the news of my parents.
Grandpa's hands were a little unnaturally put to the side, and after a long time, a hoarse voice said: "It's not that I'm hiding this matter from you, it's just that this matter is really very bizarre, even if you know the truth, you won't necessarily accept it, the reason why I don't tell you is that I don't want you to know the reason for this matter, and your parents also asked me not to let you know about this matter when they left." ”
"Hide it from me, what do my parents mean?" I was slightly surprised to hear this. Although I vaguely guessed the general truth of the matter before, the result is a bit unbelievable in this world. Grandpa took the photo album in my hand, then flipped through the first photo, and then sighed mournfully, recalling the past more than ten years ago.
Twenty-three years ago, my grandfather was only in his forties, and my father was a boy who was about to become an adult. At that time, my father was outstanding in both learning and character, and he was one of the best. At that time, the neighbors also used the father as the best role model for educating their children. For this reason, grandpa is also quite respected among the surrounding neighbors, because most of all this is brought about by his father's excellence. Just after graduating from university, my father entered a local company with his excellent grades, which was a great joy at that time. For this reason, Grandpa also invited a few good old buddies around him to set up a relatively simple banquet at home to celebrate his father's job. That day, my father didn't come home because of some other things, so I was left with my grandfather and his friends drinking at home. But halfway through the drink, a strange man rushed in from outside the door and said to his grandfather that his father had been hit by a sudden truck at the intersection on his way home, and that he was now unconscious and his life was in danger.
At that time, after the grandfather heard it, he didn't dare to delay in the slightest, and immediately rushed out to drive and felt a crossroads, and sent his father, who had fallen in a pool of blood and was seriously injured, to the hospital, but because the injury was too serious, and the father's body was already very weak when he was sent to the hospital, so soon after, the doctor came out to announce the bad news of his father's death to his grandfather.
At that time, my grandfather fainted after hearing this, my grandfather was very old, and his feelings for my father were also very deep. After hearing such bad news, I couldn't bear it. A few days later, my grandfather also buried my father next to his family's ancestral grave. The rules in the family are that as long as they are members of their own clan, no matter where they are after death, they must return to their roots. Such rules have existed since ancient times, but the specific background of my family is unknown, when it comes to my grandfather's generation.
In this way, nearly half a year later, grandpa reluctantly walked out of that grief, because grandma died relatively early, so grandpa also pulled his father to grow up alone, and there was no time to find one. In addition to his father, his grandfather was also very loyal to his grandmother and never forgot it. Although I have not heard my grandfather talk about my grandmother for as long as I can remember, it may be that he is reluctant to mention the past that touched his heart.
Until one day, grandpa got off work from the construction site, and when he entered the door, he found that today was a little wrong with usual, and the dinner table was originally deserted, and only when grandpa came back would he cook. But I really don't know who made the meal at the dinner table today, and it was steaming, as if it had just been made. Grandpa thought it was very strange, so he closed the door and walked to the kitchen step by step. When he looked into the kitchen, he was shocked by the sight of his eyes.
In the kitchen, a figure resembling a woman in her twenties was busy there, very skilled in her every move. But the woman's appearance was something that Grandpa hadn't seen before, a strange new face.
Grandpa was about to ask a question, but suddenly a hand was placed on his back. Grandpa was startled, and then he shook his head and looked behind him. I saw the figure behind him dressed in black clothes, especially the face, which made my grandfather a little unbelievable his eyes for a while.
Because that familiar face is the father that grandpa thinks about day and night!
Grandpa's heart was beating wildly at that time, and a few days ago, he watched his father die, and he personally contacted others to bury his father. But now, how can it be?
Although Grandpa also believes that there are ghosts in this world, it is indeed unheard of to see such an example of resurrection, even though the person standing in front of him is his father, but it is still incredible that something like this absurdity happened in front of his eyes.
At that time, my grandfather also thought that he was too worried about his father, so now it is a dream to encounter such a thing. Since his father's death, my grandfather has dreamed of my father several nights, and although the scene in the dream is different each time, there is really no second more reasonable explanation except for this explanation.
"You, how could it be?"
At that time, my grandfather still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and when he knew that his father opened his mouth to call him dad, he reacted, it turned out that all this was actually true!