Life is not how many days you live, but how many days you remember.
When I was seventeen, I cut a board inch, and I was particularly keen on the school beep top, which was the kind of green, very regular and heavy beep cloth, made of the kind of top that resembled the people's uniform. Lined, the clasp is a golden ear of wheat five-pointed star. With his arms open, his hands in his trouser pockets, and a pair of military hooks, he shook that kind of thing everywhere he went. It was as if I was the veteran who rushed to the battlefield, and everyone looked like an enemy with a gun, maintaining a combat formation at any time and at any time, ready to go up and knock down a bunch of people with an electric cannon.
The Third Grandfather has always been an idol of my youth, and in my life of doing nothing all day, when I was bullied and leveled the little, I would think of the Third Grandfather first. Shake man, I was also the first to think of him too. It seems that with the protection of the Three Grandfathers, I can stand firm in a world full of blades. Maybe in my young mind, the world needs to be conquered with fists, not culture or technology or anything else.
As long as there is a slight regression, my parents or relatives at home will be angry with the three grandfathers, especially my mother was the first to jump out and loudly reprimanded, "It's the third uncle again, I don't take children with me since I was a child, I fight and kill everywhere, what will happen in the future, and I still want to have the Cultural Revolution." ”
The third grandfather was open-minded, and he was always not angry when he encountered this, smiling and squinting, "Big niece, boys always have to be a bit boyish, if the grandfathers will not stand up in the future." ”
The third grandmother always scolded him at this juncture, "You are quite grandfathers, I don't see how you stand in the factory, you are not still a workshop worker, not even a workshop director." ”
The third grandfather said, "The director has a fart, and if there is something uneven, he must find me to shoot, and if he does not find me in the workshop, he can play around?" I told the buddies to stop. ”
The third grandmother said, "Don't mention your tiger brothers, all of them are wine and meat friends, and when the key moment comes, they run faster than rabbits." ”
They also started their day in the midst of this noise, and I grew up going to school, after school, and hugging unevenly day by day. When I was hungry outside, trying to find a place to fill my stomach and rest for a while, the first thing that came to my mind was the house of the Three Grandfathers. In the alley of that large pile of bungalows, turning left and right, I shouted, "I'm hungry, is there any food?" Three grandfathers. "The Third Grandfather's house seems to always be a warm presence in my heart, no homework, no work, clothes and school bags can be placed everywhere, and even secretly drink a little wine." To this day, I often suspect that my alcohol consumption is related to the theft of alcohol in the third grandfather's house. In the days when I didn't know that alcohol could pour out a lot of people, the third grandfather always smiled and squinted and took up the small wine cup, "Grandson, take a sip, save the future drinking to make people fall." ”
Today, I seem to have long been numb to alcohol, alcohol has become a tool for social interaction, never when I was young, secretly holding up the small porcelain wine cup of the three grandfathers, taking a sip of the fiery big old scatter, the kind of memories with alcohol, like the scars on my face engraved in my heart. In my most drinking age, every night I found my home in a daze, and when I saw the lights still on in my grandfather's house in the distance, I pulled my neck and roared a few times. The three grandfathers would come over with their clothes on and drive me upstairs, and I was confused to hear the third grandfather say, "This boy, I really have the same violent temper as when I was young." ”
According to the third grandfather's vision, after I was about eighteen years old, I would enter a factory staff technical school, learn electrical appliances, spot welding riveting, and then smoothly mix with him. It seems that the designer of the story always joked with him, and when I participated in the Olympiad mathematical physics competition in the best middle school in Shenyang, the third grandfather was in the best factory in Shenyang, braving and bragging. He may not have dreamed that in a few years, his old man would become one of the earliest laid-off workers in Shenyang, and after receiving his last salary, he would be able to roll as far as he could, away from or abandoned, away from the workers' homes he once loved, proud of, and once helpless, and those class brothers who drank together and hammered together.
And I also successfully completed my studies after the three grandfathers happily took a vacation. If there is no follow-up one-neck operation, if it is not a mistake to miss the student director in the university, I will also become one of the three grandfathers, and I will not earn half a dime to mix the world with empty claws. If I walked to that parallel line, my world seemed to be even more miserable, and the cable factory did not catch up when it was at its most brilliant, and it directly began to roll.
The third grandfather said, "My eldest grandson, the birthday is perfect, no matter where he goes, there are noble people covering him." What you want to eat, what you want to drink, don't worry about eating, don't worry about wearing. "The third grandfather is half right, I can't eat anything now, I have a headache when I drink, high blood pressure plus gout, and all the delicious and delicious things I like have nothing to do with me."
The way the three grandfathers mixed the world was not much different from his fox friends, he had opened a restaurant, pedaled down a donkey, upside down clothes, and even opened a breakfast restaurant, some successful, some lost to the sky. But the way he drinks has never changed, the roadside barbecue stalls, snack departments, noodle shops, as long as there is a place where the bare arms are punched, there is always his figure looming. Some of the people who drank at the table with him became robbers, some became thieves and liars, and some became the police officers who arrested them. I have become a temporary coachman who picks him up many times, but I think more importantly, I have become the object of his pride, and when I drink a lot, I do not forget to introduce me to his good buddies, "My grandson, I know everything, and I will find him to mention me in the future." "These old brothers are eating and drinking again, and by the time I carry the third grandfather home, he is already unconscious."
The good guys who drank from Grandpa Three made me even lose my faith in bad people. Do people distinguish between good and bad, or between rich and poor, or between meaning and meaning? On that day of drinking, there was a good brother named Tiger of the Third Grandfather, who had just been laid off that year, and he could not put down his body to make a living on the twelve lines. Eating at home, it didn't take long for his wife to divorce him and find a home. The tiger held his breath and nestled in the fire, and did something stupid at the moment of mental breakdown. If I had known what had happened on the day of the drinking, I would have advised him, "Husband and wife were originally birds in the same forest, and they flew separately when the great trouble came." I also wanted to tell him, "Life is a long way, but it's just for a few pieces of silver." "Unfortunately, I didn't predict the future superpowers, and like the three grandfathers, I watched the tiger being caught and squatted in prison. Many helplessness in life is only on the verge of collapse, and it is not a heavy mountain that crushes you, but a life-saving straw. If caught, it can save a life; if it is pressed on the body, it may be doomed.
Life is short, the white colt is over the gap, and it is just a drunkenness.
Li Zongsheng's songs, I was particularly reluctant to listen to when I was in school, grinding and chirping is always that tune. After listening to it for half a day, it seems that I always sing love songs, not at all, unlike those Internet celebrities, scratching their heads and making gestures, earning everyone's dispensable traffic. However, I recently listened to one of his songs called "The Hill" and realized that I was inexplicably moved. We don't remember why we were happy, why we were moved, why we cried, why we fell in love, maybe that's the price and gain of crossing one hill after another.
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