Speaking of my grandfather, when he divorced my grandmother, my grandfather wanted my dad.

Because my dad is a good learner, he has a good brain, he writes beautifully, and his articles are even better written, which is a reading material.

My grandfather was reluctant to let my dad sparse him.

How good is my dad's study?

You may not believe it, my grandmother often told me that my dad had very good grades when he was a child, and he skipped a grade, skipping the first grade and skipping the third grade, and the third grade and the fifth grade.

It's completely inherited from my father's good genes!

Why don't I follow my dad when it comes to studying?

I finished the fourth grade, went to the third grade, and finished the fifth grade for four years, and spent my entire childhood in relegation.

Speaking of this, I kind of want to cover my face and laugh and cry, a little too sorry for my dad's excellent genes, and then again, my grandma won't give him concessions.

If you want to say that my grandmother, this old lady, the biggest disadvantage and advantage in this life is "protecting the calf", and if she protects the child too much, she is afraid that the child will not be able to leave her mother and become angry with her stepmother.

For this reason, my father often went to my grandmother to ask for children, and every time my grandmother hid my father and my second uncle.

Listening to my grandmother, once my grandfather came to my grandmother again to ask for a child, my grandmother hurriedly hid my second uncle in the wardrobe and put my father under the stove.

Don't let the two children come out, and when my father left, as soon as he took the pot away, he saw my father's little face black, and my milk was distressed, and I hugged the two children and cried.

Every time my grandmother talks about this, my dad will complain to her, if you hadn't been hiding me back then, would I have been in the countryside for the rest of my life?

And every time my milk laughs and scolds my dad, the little rabbit cub has hard wings!

Throwing you to that "dead old man" refers to my own father, can I rest assured?

You can't go into the city with me, but I'm hungry, aren't you?

Isn't it the same to raise you as an adult, get married, and have children?

After each scolding, she would walk back to the house step by step with her little crutch, and no one could understand how selfish and simple a mother could love her children.

Maybe it's just for my dad and my second uncle, not to be wronged, that's all, just like this, my grandfather's strength gradually faded, and he only gave me a few yuan a month in child support, wanting to blackmail my grandmother to give him the child, although the money was very valuable at that time.

But it's obviously not enough, my grandmother took the two children to go to school again, and to ensure the food and clothing of a family of three, how much suffering and how many sins I suffered, I survived, I didn't ask my father, until something special happened that changed everything.

One time my grandmother went to see her very late, and my old aunt was my grandmother's own sister.

In the past few years, when there was nothing to do in the city, she helped my grandmother take my father and my second uncle, and my grandmother saw the lights off in the house before she walked to the door of the old aunt, thinking that she usually didn't go to bed so early.

Just shout Xiaofen, Xiaofen! Open the door! Am I my sister asleep? Open the door!

Shouted several times and didn't answer, my milk felt that something was wrong, knocking and shouting on the door, there was still no response in the house, the door was locked and there was a gas tank in the house, this gas tank is a Northeast dialect refers to gas.

What should I do if I am smoked by the Gasi can, thinking of this, my grandmother hurriedly banged her body with her body! Banged the door a few times hard, and opened the door, only to see the quilts, pillows, shoes, and clothes that had been suffered in the outhouse and thrown to the ground, and this was a thief!

My feel it clearly." The situation is not good", hurriedly glared with her little feet!

A few steps to the bedroom, oh my grandmother suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, and couldn't believe what she saw in front of her, only to see the bed covered with blood, my old aunt, "disheveled"! Bloody staring at two eyes! As if with desperation and unwillingness.

The hand is still holding hard but the bed sheet does not move, and after a long time, my grandmother came back to her senses and grabbed the old aunt's hand at once, and she was crying loudly!

Xiao Fen! Xiao Fen! What's wrong with you? I'm my sister!

No matter how my grandmother cried, my aunt couldn't wake up, my grandmother looked at her corpse quietly, crying and saying Xiaofen, it's my sister who hurt you!

Oh my God, how do you let me live, Xiaofen, sister, please get up quickly, no matter how strong a person you are, you can't be strong in the face of your relatives who died suddenly, not to mention that my grandmother is still a woman with flesh and blood and feelings.

My grandmother didn't know how long she cried, thinking that there were still two children at home, she hurriedly went back and brought the children, and my father and my second uncle looked at my old aunt and cried for a long time.

Usually, my aunt loves the two of them the most, so I arranged for my father and my second uncle to go to school until dawn, and I went to the public security bureau to report the case, and went to my father to ask him to help investigate.

In her words, my grandmother has never begged anyone in her life, and she found my grandfather with a shy face and asked him to help find the murderer.

Later, after the burial of the old aunt has not found the murderer, my grandmother with disappointment and sadness blamed herself and led my father and my second uncle back to our hometown, and after living in the hometown for a period of time, I found an old wife who was a widowed old Red Army, and the old Eighth Route soldier and the two got married again.

This person is my stepfather, but I keep calling him grandpa, and the two of them have four more children, so my father and my second uncle also returned to the countryside.

In the beginning, the national policy was to "go to the mountains and go to the countryside to let the vast number of young intellectuals go to the vast rural areas to make a difference."

Therefore, there are many young intellectuals who come to the countryside to experience the life of working people.

Later, the country just resumed the college entrance examination, my father wanted to take the college entrance examination but had no money, he told my father to ask for money to take the college entrance examination, 'I want to go back to the city, my father did not promise him, let alone help.

This is how his future was cut off, and my dad never went back to the city in his life, and stayed in the countryside all his life.

To say that people's fate is destined, sometimes there is a life after all, and there is no time in life to force it, this is not false at all!

It's not easy to say that when my dad was young, he was also a person, he worked in the Ministry of Railways to make steel in a steel mill, and he also worked as a reporter and wrote reports.

During the 10-year movement, my mother, my grandmother, and the neighbors in the village said that the loudspeakers in that house were all written by my father.

The minister of the Propaganda Department was particularly optimistic about my father's talent, and when the minister returned to the city, he wanted to bring my father back, but at that time, he did not have much power in his hands, and then the ten years of national movement ended, and my father seemed to have no place to play.

In the first few years, my father was really good and worked as an accountant in the village, but he was too pedantic to read too much, and he couldn't talk too straightforwardly.

You just said that it's not easy to call the big 'Tianlong', such a stubborn and serious person is destined to not be able to eat in the officialdom, and then my dad went to the production team to drive a tractor.

This job was arranged by my grandfather, who was the captain of the production team at that time, and was very famous in Shili Eight Village.

In the countryside, if my father's level of education had been born in our time, he would definitely be some kind of expert, master, and professor-level figure.

My dad once told me that everything is inferior, but if you read well, it's all fart, and it's just bullshit to say that knowledge can change fate.

I could feel that he said this, and there was a distinctly cynical smack.

But for him, or for the people of that era, what is the use of reading so many books, empty of knowledge and skills and ambitions", it is not the same as living in the countryside.

Fate sometimes likes to play tricks on people like this in a lifetime, as the so-called clown performs on the stage of the palace, and the master is wandering.