Even though it was already April, the wind in the south was still very strong, and it seemed to be about to roll up the earth. The rain outside was light, but because of the raging wind, it slammed on the window pane with all its might, and the sound seemed to shatter the glass. Summer sat alone in front of the window, looking at the distance and thinking about her family in the distance.

This year's Qingming Festival happens to be on Monday, and according to the national holiday, this summer can be closed for three days. But in the summer, he didn't go home to accompany his parents and sweep the graves of his deceased relatives like other colleagues. On Friday, the day before the Qingming holiday, his mother called to ask him if he was going home, but he told his mother directly and clearly, "I don't want to kowtow for my grandfather." ”

Summer's mother heard his answer, and was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, sighed helplessly, and hung up the phone silently.

"How long will it take you to put it down?" Han felt the sadness of summer and asked in his body.

"There are some things that you can't let go of if you want to." Summer looked out the window melancholy and replied.

"What you can't let go, the key is whether you are willing to let go." Han then persuaded.

"Maybe you went through my childhood, and you wouldn't say such things easily." Summer replied sadly. He believes that everyone's childhood should be innocent, happy, and innocent, but his childhood is his eternal pain. He lay down on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, reminiscing about his childhood.

A kind old man, wearing dark red thick-framed reading glasses, attached to his desk and practicing pen handwriting, is the only beautiful picture of his grandfather in the summer's memory, and the rest is anger and resentment.

I don't remember when Summer started, maybe before he was born, his grandfather and grandmother were no longer working, and they didn't care about the family's farmland. At that time, my grandfather would take my room to practice pen writing every day, or smoke a cigarette and look at steamed buns, while my grandmother watched black and white TV in the room.

It was only in the summer, when he was a little older, that he learned from his mother that from that time on, his father and his five uncles had paid their grandfather all their monthly wages. And the only thing their family could get from his grandfather was a measly sixty yuan a month.

Summer remembers that just after the summer of the year when he was six years old, he was supposed to go to school, so his parents signed him up and paid the tuition. On the day of school, he got up early and happy. He put on his best and cleanest clothes, although this dress was very old and patched, but he still walked happily to his grandfather's room, knocked on the door and said happily, "Grandpa, today I go to school." ”

With permission from the house, Summer happily walked in. At that time, Grandpa was still lying in bed, and Grandma was sleeping soundly beside her.

"Grandpa, mom said that when you go to school, you will have a school bag, but what about mine?" Summer asked happily as she walked over to her grandfather's bedside.

"Early in the morning, what's the noise?" Grandpa Summer scolded a little angrily, he pointed under the desk and said angrily, "You want a school bag, right?" Just there, go get it yourself. ”

Originally, he was a little sad to hear his grandfather's scolding, but as soon as he heard that his schoolbag was under the desk, he immediately laughed, ran over happily, and picked up a small bag of nylon silk with a strap from the ground under the desk.

"Grandpa, is this my school bag?" Summer asked happily with the bag in her hand.

Grandpa Summer glanced at him and replied in annoyance, "That's it, you can take it to school, don't bother me." ”

At that time, Summer was still young and didn't know what the bag was really used for. When he arrived at the school, he saw that every schoolbag with the same book was carried on his back, and he was the only one who carried the schoolbag in his hand. When he got home, he asked his mother and realized that it wasn't a school bag, just the bag we usually use to hold raincoats. Because of this, his mother and grandfather had a big fight that night.

Summer was the second child, and when he was born, the family was fined a lot of money by the village, and it was for this reason that he, his mother and sister were not treated by his grandfather. At that time, they had not yet separated, and a large family all sat around a table to eat, and every time he and his sister ate, he and his sister had no chance to serve the table, so they could only stand aside with a bowl, and he and his sister had no chance to move chopsticks with their faces if there was anything delicious.

Once, Summer's grandfather gave him and his sister an apple. But they didn't know that the apple was rotten, and that his grandfather had picked it up from the ground, and that he and his sister had eaten it badly. When his mother came home and saw him and his sister moaning on the bed with their stomachs clutched, trying to get money from his grandfather for medical treatment but not getting permission, and finally his mother knelt and begged the doctor to owe them the medical bills (black hospital) to see them.

There is still a year, and I don't know where his grandfather caught a little earth dog, which is very cute and very likable. His grandfather liked the puppy very much, and sometimes he would give the puppy a piece of meat at home.

The puppy loved to sleep in the haystack next to the earthen stove, and once when he came home from school in the summer, he played alone in the kitchen, and when he was tired of playing, he sat on the haystack. But because of his unintentional actions, he sat the puppy to death (this is true, and I don't know how it was done at the time). Looking at the puppy's corpse, Summer was scared, so he ran out and hid in the woods near his home until he was found by his parents in the middle of the night.

When he got home, Grandpa Summer didn't have a word of comfort, but looked at him viciously and scolded angrily, "What are you doing when you get him back?" Just let him starve to death outside. ”

Thinking about this, summer tears can't stop leaving from the corners of my eyes. There were many, many memories of these events, but he really didn't have the courage to think about them. Probably because of these sad memories, he was tired and fell asleep in bed.

By late at night, the rain had stopped outside the window and the wind had lightened a lot. From the afternoon to the present, the summer has not woken up for such a long time, and the cold and hunger in his body are a little unbearable, so he drives the summer body to get something to eat.

Squeak -

It was like the sound of the door opening, and when Han heard the sound, he drove Summer's body to look towards the door. He saw a wave of yin qi pouring in from outside the door, and a moment later an old man with a kind smile on his face walked in through the door, and the old man came in and put the umbrella in his hand in the corner. When Han saw the old man's back, he immediately guessed who he was.

(Don't question the authenticity of this story, I just want to say that this grandpa written above is a real person)