Remembering my grandfather
Guo Qingbin
Grandpa has been away from us for more than twenty years, drizzling rain, pear blossoms wrapped in vegetarian, and constantly worrying about him is our eternal mourning for him.
People eating grains and grains inevitably get sick, but some diseases are unbearable to death, and the pain and suffering that needs to be endured are not something that ordinary people can understand. When Grandpa was diagnosed with esophageal cancer, he was already advanced, and he was old, so he had no choice but to give up surgical treatment and adopt conservative therapy. I remember once I went to see him, I didn't know in advance that he had this disease, and I saw that his eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were protruding, and his cheeks were fleshless. At noon, he said, go, follow me to your uncle's house for dinner. It turned out that he no longer cooked for himself and took turns eating at my two uncles' house. At the uncle's house, the concubine made him egg soup, but he vomited several times during the meal, and he could not eat much in his stomach, and asked about the reason for the concubine, so he could know the cause.
Who knows that since that parting, it will soon be gone forever. What is even more tragic is that at the time of the funeral, several of our nephews could not go back, because people did not tell us at all, saying that they were all working outside, and the old and far away would not come back. When I think about it now, I still can't help but feel a faint pain in my heart.
When I was a child, I often lived in my grandmother's house or my aunt's house, because my father was not often at home, and my mother had to ask them to take care of me when I was young. But it is still more to live in the grandmother's house, the impression of the grandmother is kind, the grandfather is always flat-faced, appears serious and threatening, often the grandfather coughs, he is scared and dare not make a sound, after growing up, this feeling will slowly become thin.
Born in the thirteenth year of the Republic of China, my grandfather studied at a private school because his family conditions were still good, and he later became a private school, and after liberation, he became the first batch of teachers in New China. During the Cultural Revolution, due to a misunderstanding, the teacher qualification was wrongly judged, and it was not until the 1980s that he was rehabilitated and restored to a teacher's qualification, but at that time it was already the twilight of the hero.
In the township neighborhood, Grandpa is also a particularly enthusiastic person, because he writes well with a brush, every New Year's season, people who ask him to write the Spring Festival are flocking to him. Grandpa has always been no refusal, splashing ink and meeting all the requirements. Therefore, every New Year's Day, even the food was sometimes not taken care of, and the couplets written were all placed in the courtyard of the house, and grandma was often counted down with him when she was alive. Not only wrote the Spring Festival, but even the inscriptions of the temples, but also wrote a lot, and even on the Wuyun Mountain, there are still many handwritings written by his old man.
At the same time, Grandpa is a particularly serious and responsible person, in the production team, once responsible for guarding the fruit garden trees on the mountain, never favoritism, let alone carrying it to the family.
In the treatment of life, Grandpa is often diligent and frugal, even after the rehabilitation of Zhaoxue, the salary treatment is restored, the economic conditions are comfortable, and he never expands and wastes. I remember that at that time, our family opened a restaurant in the town, selling the remaining dried fritters, and my parents asked me to feed him rabbits, (at that time, my grandfather also farmed a few litters of rabbits.) But he just couldn't bear it, and he took the water and blistered it and ate it himself. Usually eating, when eating steamed bread, always take a hand under the mouth, the slag that falls down, not a single grain will be let go of the ground, and finally all the particles are returned to the warehouse.
The Scythians have gone, and the sound is like a sound. When it was another year of Qingming, whenever I thought of my grandfather, I was overwhelmed with emotion and could not help myself. Faintly, his tall and burly figure seemed to be coming towards us again, and his footsteps were rattling.
About the Author
Guo Qingbin, an internet celebrity Xianjun, a native of Guilin Town, Linzhou City, is now working for Henan Xinlei Group, loves literature and occasionally writes.