We called my great-grandfather "Daddy" there. Kiss ※――.※

In Thrush Village, there is hardly anyone who does not know that I am my grandfather's great-grandson. When it comes to my dad, they all give it a thumbs up and say that my dad is an amazing person. Even if you are a child, you must have heard the story of my grandfather from the adults in the family.

When the older people see me, they say, "Your eyebrows and nose are very similar to your grandpa!" ”

But I don't remember what my father looked like, and I can't judge whether they were right or wrong.

Some of them will say, "You know what? If it weren't for your father, you wouldn't have lived to be twelve! ”

Of course I know that. Even after the age of twelve, I was still blessed by him.

The first time my dad protected me was when I was about four years old. At that time, I was living at my grandparents' house.

One day, the adults went out to do farm work, leaving only me and my elderly grandfather at home. Naughty, I played with small stones at the gate, while my grandfather dozed off on the old bamboo chair in the hall. The old bamboo chair was as old as my father's, and the bamboo pieces had become clear yellow after a long period of friction, as if they were made of copper. The back of the chair can be raised or lowered, so you can sit or lie down.

Later, less than a month after my grandfather's death, the old bamboo chair that had not been broken for decades suddenly cracked, and the bamboo pieces were scattered and could no longer be used. My grandfather burned it at my father's grave, hoping that my grandfather would use it over there. Of course, that's all {a}{本} read ~ novel yb][du is a later word.。

Grandpa dozed off for a while and called my name.

I answered at the door.

He continued to doze off when he heard my response. At that time, he was so old that he had to be helped to walk, and he was afraid that I would go too far, so he shouted after a while.

I remember that the sun was shining that morning, but when it was almost noon, a dark cloud came from the sky, and in a short time the whole sky was over. The world is like a pond of clear water, and the dark clouds seem to be a huge cloud of ink dripping in, surging and churning, to infect the whole world.

When I looked up, I felt that the dark clouds had pressed against the tip of the date tree in front of the door, and on the roof of the house in front of me, as if they could rush into the house at any moment and drown my father and me.

I was a little scared and wanted to go back to the house, to my grandfather's old bamboo chair.

Just as I threw down the small stone and stood up, a little girl of five or six years old came out of the alley in front of me. The little girl's face was a little dark, but not normal black, but like someone who had smeared a handful of straw ash on her face. She has a pair of small braids on the back of her head, but the braids are not soft, but they seem to be frozen**. Her head turned, and the braid at the back of her head followed the **, without a bit of toughness. It was a hot summer day, but she was wearing a small red padded jacket, but she didn't sweat a little.

She walked up to me, held out her hand and said, "Let's go play in the garden in the back." ”

It's been so long since I've remembered how she looked at me. All I remember is her outstretched hand. It was an unusually pale hand, as white as porcelain, as if it would shatter at the slightest blow.

There was indeed a garden behind my father's house, and all kinds of vegetables were grown in the garden. Before I went to boarding school, I ate the cucumbers and tomatoes in the vegetable garden. Every time I went to my grandfather's house, I would first go to the vegetable garden to see if the flowers on the cucumber tail had fallen off, and if the tomatoes were red. The vegetable garden was surrounded by a bundle of thorns at the door to prevent chickens, ducks, dogs and kittens from running in and spoiling the greens, but it couldn't prevent me.

I didn't know her, so I didn't want to take her to the little garden behind the house.

"Can't you just play here?" I said.

"No, I can't. I'm afraid of your grandfather. She whispered, gesturing into the room.

I looked back at the house, and my grandfather was lying on his back on an old bamboo chair. Because of the dark clouds at this time, the hall was dark, and I couldn't see my grandfather's face clearly, and I didn't know if he was asleep.

Half a year later, my grandfather died, and he was lying on the old bamboo chair in this posture, and my relatives were crying next to him, and I didn't understand the meaning of death, so I climbed to him and kept shouting "Daddy". Although my grandfather often sat or lay on the old bamboo chair and shouted my name, afraid that I would run away, I could not remember his appearance.

But I have only seen this little girl once, and I have not forgotten it. Maybe a child's memory is like this, only fragmentary, scattered. Some of the moments that may not be meaningful can be remembered clearly, and some of the things that may be important cannot be remembered.

"Come with me. My name is Xiaomi, what's your name? She grabbed my hand. Her hands were cold.

I didn't want to tell her my name and I didn't want to play with her. Because the way she looks makes me a little uncomfortable.

I wanted to go back into the house, but she was so strong that she couldn't let go of my hand.

"What's your name?" She asked again, a little impatient.

I still didn't dare to speak.

My grandfather said that I was very bold when I was a child. Once, my grandfather was out harvesting rice, leaving me alone at home. A fellow villager from the same village brought three or four people to his grandfather's house to remove the threshing machine in the hall. I refused to live or die, holding his feet and not letting him move the threshing machine. The villager reluctantly explained that he had already told my grandfather, and his grandfather agreed to borrow it for him. But I still refused, crying and fussing, for fear that he would steal from my grandfather's house. Later, he had to call my grandfather, who was cutting the grain in the paddy field, back, and I asked them to move the threshing machine. My grandfather was very happy and said that I was a housekeeper.

But I, who was not even afraid of three or four adults, trembled in front of this little girl, and did not even dare to say her name. I had a vague feeling that if I said my name, she would steal something from me.

"I told you all my names, why didn't you tell me your name?" She said fiercely. She tugged at her hand so hard that she almost knocked me down.

The more fierce she is, the more I dare not say it. I clenched my teeth tightly for fear of accidentally saying my name.

At this moment, a stern and hoarse voice came from the hall.

"Get out of here!"

I was taken aback. Xiaomi's face also showed a look of horror.

When I looked back again, I saw that my grandfather had already sat up, his face was angry, his lips were shaking, and his eyes were almost on fire. Grandpa's hand grasped the armrest of the old bamboo chair, and the green tendons protruded one by one, as if they were a small green snake hovering in his hand.

Grandpa has always liked children, and as long as he sees children, he is happy. A child is not sensible, and he will not be angry if he pees in his room or breaks something.

I don't understand why my father is kind to other children, but when I saw Xiaomi, I was so angry and told her to get out.

The word "roll" is too harsh for a child.

Although I knew he wasn't yelling at me, I felt scared when I heard his voice and saw the look on his face.

Millet hurriedly let go of my hand, trembling all over, almost crying.

Seeing her like this, I suddenly sympathized with her, felt that my grandfather had gone too far, and even regretted that I didn't play with her and didn't tell her name just now.

"Get out!"

Grandpa shouted again, grabbed his usual crutches in his hand and lifted them up, gesturing to smash them over.

I took one look at my father's crutches, and when I looked back at Xiaomi, I saw that Xiaomi's was gone.

I didn't see her turn and run away, nor did I hear her footsteps.

"Liangliang, come in." Grandpa returned to his usual gentleness and beckoned to me.

I lingered at the door and asked, "Daddy, why is Millet gone?" "I thought she was hiding in some corner, but there was nowhere to hide.

"Oh, she told you she's Xiaomi? She's afraid of me, and if I kill her, she'll run away. You didn't tell her your name, did you? Grandpa asked with concern.

I shook my head.

Grandpa smiled with satisfaction and said, "That's right, you have to remember, don't tell your name to people you don't know." ”

"Why?"

"I'll tell you when you're older."

I walked into the house, leaned on the door frame and looked at the alleyway where Millet had appeared, thinking that if Millet came to me again, I would tell her what my name was, so that she wouldn't blame Daddy for killing her just now. Besides, I already know her name, and she's not one I don't know.

At noon, when the adults came back from the farmland for dinner, I asked my grandfather at the dinner table, "Where does Millet live?" ”

My grandfather was obviously startled, hurriedly put down the chopsticks in his hand, touched my head, and asked, "Have you seen millet?" ”

The others were stunned.

Only Grandpa disagreed, waved his hand and said, "Eat, eat, it is normal for children to have pure eyes and see unclean things." ”