By the time I lay down and fell asleep, it was about three o'clock in the morning.

A rush of alarm clock woke me up from my dream, and I quickly got up from the bed, hurriedly washing my face and brushing my teeth. Then I rolled out the motorcycle with sleepy eyes, and I had to ride it to work in the county seat more than ten miles away every day.

I don't know how, I'm dizzy, like I'm drunk. My memory is a little fuzzy, my feelings are a little blurry, and my consciousness is a little blurry, as if I am riding through a cloud.

The motorcycle was driving fast on the asphalt road, I don't know how to do it, I felt that the motorcycle was driving faster and faster, I felt that the throttle of the right hand had failed, and the left hand hurriedly pinched the handbrake, which had no effect; The right foot hurriedly stepped on the foot brake behind it, but it still had no effect.

I saw the hands of the speed dial in front, pointing to 80 km, 100 km,?? It turned out that the sooner the wind whistled in my ears, I was so frightened that I yelled, and a clear thought flashed in my mind that one by one was broken, and I was dead.

Suddenly, just as I was about to cross the track, a train was speeding by, and I couldn't brake, so I got under the train with a strong and high speed.

My eyes went dark, I felt my body being crushed by the train in an instant, I screamed, and suddenly woke up, it turned out to be just a nightmare!

The extreme pain, fear, and sadness made me break out in a cold sweat, but fortunately it was just a dream.

The lights were not turned on, it was still dark outside, and when I looked at my watch, it was only past 44. I steadied my feelings, turned over, and wanted to sleep for a while, after all, there were still a hundred days of work to do, so what could I do if I only slept for an hour or two.

But I couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, I heard a crack in the outer room, as if something had been shattered. I was also frightened by this sudden noise.

My parents were in another yard, and I was the only one living in the yard, and in the silence of the early hours of the morning, after a terrible nightmare, my heart's resistance to fear became weak. I got out of bed a little shivering, I don't know if it was because of the cold or because I was afraid, I felt myself shivering all over. Turning on the light, I grabbed an axe and walked out into the outhouse to see what was going on.

When the lights in the outhouse were turned on, I realized that the portrait of my grandfather had fallen from the wall and was smashing into the mirror in front of the motorcycle. The mirror had been smashed, and the mirror rod had been smashed and drooped down. Not only that, but the front baffle and lights of the motorcycle were also smashed.

The glass of Grandpa's portrait was shattered to the ground. I didn't bother to check how the motorcycle was, but immediately went over and picked up the portrait of my grandfather, and carefully shook off the broken glass on it, fortunately, the portrait of his old man was not damaged, but the glass on the picture frame was broken.

My grandfather passed away last year, and although he has been living at my uncle's house, our relationship has always been very deep, and he loves me very much, the only grandson, and my uncle only gave birth to a daughter, and given that my uncle is a civil servant, it is almost impossible to have a second child.

My grandfather had an extremely typical patriarchal mentality, and often said to my father and uncle: "Our family has always been unpopulated, but I didn't expect that by your generation, it will be even worse, and it has become a single line." But fortunately, there is such a precious grandson, or I really have to "cut off my grandchildren", then I will really die.

It is also often said; "I have nothing to worry about, when I see my precious grandson, there is nothing left. "I'm like my grandfather's jewel.

When my grandfather died, I cried heartbreakingly for a whole day, my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't make a sound, and finally I had to take an injection to fall asleep.

I enlarged a photo of my grandfather before his death, and specially ordered a large frame, and then hung him on the wall of the main entrance of the hall, my parents and uncles were against me doing this, they said that it made the house look like a mourning hall, but I completely ignored what they said, I only felt that my grandfather's loving eyes made me very warm and very secure. Every time I see a photo of his old man, I feel a warm current in my heart.

I picked up my grandfather's portrait and gently spread it on the table, thinking that I would go to the photo studio in the city today and make a custom frame.

Then I found a broom and swept up the broken glass on the floor. As I was scanning the glass, I suddenly realized something, and this made me creepy - the motorcycle was not next to the wall! It's at least two meters away from the wall! Why does the portrait hanging on the wall hit it, even if the portrait slips off the wall, the photo frame will only stick to the wall and hit the ground, how can it hit a motorcycle more than two meters away from the wall?

Could it be that my grandfather's portrait is suggesting something to me? Thinking of the nightmare that had just woken me up, I suddenly understood something!

I hurriedly checked the handbrake and footbrake of the motorcycle, and it turned out that they were all broken!! Same as dreaming!! It was definitely not the image that was smashed, because the image did not hit the position of the handbrake at all, let alone the foot brake at the back. That is, these parts were damaged before the image was hit. But when I came back the day before, the motorcycle was still normal!

Is grandpa reminding me?

I knelt on the ground in front of the portrait on the table, and couldn't help but cry bitterly.