My grandmother

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After my father died, my mother arranged for me to live with my grandmother, who was my mother's adoptive mother.

When my mother was very young, my grandmother's family was a landlord, at that time because the family composition was not good, I couldn't afford to raise a large family, so I gave my mother to my grandmother to raise through the introduction, my grandmother was a widow, and she was less than thirty years old when she adopted my mother, I heard that she was very fashionable at that time, free love to marry my grandfather, my grandfather was also a well-known legend in the local area, and the deeds of fighting Japanese devils were widely spread among the people, such as how to fly the eaves and walk the wall, how to cross the river and destroy the bridge, How to avoid the pursuit of Japanese devils, etc., is really expressive, but I don't know if it's true or not.

。 In my memory, my grandmother has always been relatively thin, with short ears and short hair, good facial features, she should be very delicate when she was young, but her personality is really weird, very strong, but lazy, thinking all day long that a big pie can be smashed down from the sky, smoking and drinking anything, and speaking is also very scathing, if I am a little careless, it will cause her to scold people in a particularly hurtful way, and it will also bring my parents, grandparents, maybe in her eyes, I really shouldn't have been born into this world.

So I was very afraid of her since I was a child, and I didn't like her very much, in my impression, her most classic image and scene is: two grass houses (or my father built back then), my grandmother held a water smoke, smoking and swaying Erlang's legs, talking about the short family inside, looking into the distance, now I think about it, it is really lonely, maybe I am with her to spend the loneliest time, but I really don't want to, it doesn't matter if you eat less and wear short, it is the same in that era, but the psychological damage makes the young heart really unbearable, So I didn't feel the warmth at my grandmother's.

"Growing up is between the little bits" My grandmother is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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