Everyone has a complex in their hearts that cannot be abandoned. In the dead of night, I reminisced more than once about living with my grandparents in the countryside.
This is my complex.
Some people say that recalling the past is a manifestation of aging. For me, over time, this complex will only grow over time.
I, rather in retrospect, grow old gracefully.
The orchard is where I was born and raised in Si. I lived there until I was 17.
My grandparents live in the west of Tunzi, and my family lives in Tunzi East. I was the only grandchild who grew up with my grandparents.
My father was in the township, called the commune at that time, and was a film projectionist, and I remember my father not spending much time at home, and he was released in various villages all year round.
In addition to home, the most place to go is the grandparents.
It is said that the next generation is relatives, and it is true. My grandparents had something delicious, and I never left me, and I grew up there almost every day.
Grandpa usually does not love words, is upright, does things fairly, and has a certain prestige in Tunzi. Tun Lin commented that this old man has a temper, but he is a good person.
Grandma was gentle and kind, never blushed with Grandpa, never talked to anyone. Grandpa encountered unpleasant things, sometimes talking to Grandma was more anxious, and Grandma did not care, always laughing and not speaking.
In 1982, I started elementary school. The school is about a kilometer away from Tunzi, with a field and a small forest space in the middle.
Every day after school, I don't go straight home, but with my classmates, I catch grasshoppers in the fields and in the woods until my stomach grumbles. Then go straight to Grandpa, and when I enter the house, I will go to the kitchen cabinet to find food.
My favorites are Grandma's baked white-noodle oil cake and sautéed shredded potatoes. The oil cake is crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, and the potatoes are silky and soft, and at that time, I felt that I could eat as much as I wanted, thinking that it was the best delicacy.
The white flour oil cake is a few long wheats planted by my grandfather in the garden, which has my mouth blessing, after all, it is not high in yield and the harvest is limited. Not everyone can eat such a fine grain as white noodles.
When I got home, I had long since lost my appetite, and my mother saw the grease on my mouth and said, "What did you eat at Grandpa's house again?" "I said it all at once." Grandparents, I am reluctant to eat, let you, try to go home to eat in the future! "My mother complained to me.
I always said yes, but I still went my own way.
My uncle was only nine years older than me, and he was in high school in the city and could only go home once a week. Grandma made the few white noodles in the family, made oil cakes or knotty soup for the uncle to improve, and brought some pickles and cooked sauce before going to school.
As long as I have a prayer break, I know that my grandmother must have white flour oil cakes, and I always touch and eat them in my mouth.
Once during the holidays, I played hungry in the kitchen cabinet did not find white flour oil cake, unwilling, began to rummage through the cabinet and finally found three white noodle oil cakes, I was even eating with it.
Before leaving, Grandma saw my pants bulging, and some of them did not want to say, did they all take it? Your uncle came back today and left him a little!
My mother knew about this, slapped me hard on the ass twice, and reprimanded me, saying, "How old are you, and you don't understand things!" Do you know how hard your uncle works? ”
Since then, I have been much more restrained, and I have only eaten a little bit of food at Grandpa's house, although they are on the side to let me eat more.
Today's children simply can't imagine the years at that time!
At that time, it was a great thing for anyone in the countryside to be able to kill a pig.
Grandma raised a big fat pig, and I would help Grandma carry swill water to feed the pigs during the holidays. Looking at Grandma in her apron, I blurted out, "Grandma, how old are you?" "Sixty-six this year!" Grandma smiled and said.
When I was a child, I had no concept of time, and I didn't feel that my grandmother was old and didn't cherish the days together.
There is an old well in the grandfather's yard, and the well water is clear and sweet, and it has never been exhausted. During the dry season, many wells in tunli could not get water from irrigation fields, so they came to this courtyard to fetch water to cook, and they all praised the well water for cooking.
Grandpa's south garden was planted with many apple trees, pear trees, plum trees and begonia trees. Under the careful care of Grandpa, every autumn the fruit is full of fruit, the fruit fragrance is fragrant, and it has become a beautiful scenery, and many passers-by have an envious eye.
This place naturally became my paradise, a "punch card" place. After eating this apple, I picked the duck pear again, and my mouth bulged and stuffed, and I didn't stop for a moment, and finally I opened the garden with full isolation.
Once, I just reached out to pick plums, I was bitten by the poisonous insects under the leaf surface, the back of my hand was bitten, I didn't care at first, and after a while the back of my hand was swollen and painful like a needle digging, I didn't know how to be good for a while, and I cried wow.
Grandpa heard the crying, rushed over under the leaf surface, found the poisonous insect, comforted me, and crushed it on the back of my hand. I don't know whether it has an effect or my own mental effect, and the pain is gradually reduced.
One year, my father somehow got grandpa a second-hand, twelve-inch color television set, which was definitely a rarity at the time.
My father put the TV on the kang cabinet, set the antenna straight, and adjusted the station. After a day of labor, Grandpa put it on the Kang table, Grandma served a few small dishes, and the two of them drank while watching TV with relish.
This is the happiest moment for the two old men!
As the grandparents grew older, the father was not often around, and the mother was not in good health. Before graduating from elementary school, Grandpa and he moved to another village to live with the third uncle's family.
Every day after returning from school, after decades of living with grandparents, the old house is now empty and deserted, and there is no familiar figure in the courtyard.
This scene made me feel very sad, I really wasn't used to the days without them, and I couldn't remember how many tears I secretly wiped at that time.
In 1992, when I was already in high school in the county, I went home and heard that my grandfather was ill, and I wanted to visit his old man's home during the holidays, but soon the bad news came that my grandfather died of illness.
Not being able to see my grandfather for the last time became my eternal regret.
In my mind, only the sound and smile of my grandfather and the memory of when he was in the fruit tree garden are left.
There is only one elder left in the family, Grandma. Visiting her became the only thought of the juniors.
From 1993 to 1996, I was a soldier at the mouth of the Meihe River. During this period, Grandma fell seriously ill, and at one point the hospital issued a critical illness notice, and the children and grandchildren did not give up, and continued to give her blood transfusions to turn the crisis into safety.
Later I joined the work, married and had children. In 2000, my father officially retired, and he often took his grandmother to the house in his spare time. I also came back to visit her old man's house after work.
In 2004, I went upstairs to take my grandmother to the house. As soon as she entered the house, Grandma smiled and touched here, looked there, and said to herself, "The building is spacious, bright..."
Seeing the grandson, squeezing his little hand, patting the little brain melon, I said, "Son, call him too milk?" "Too milk, too milk! Grandma Le's mouth has long been closed.
There are unpredictable storms in the sky, and people have bad luck and bad luck. Grandma, who has always been tough in her body, has suffered an accident!
In the summer of 2005, Grandma accidentally fell after a rain, causing a fractured femur and lying in bed. After being discharged from the hospital, her father took her to his side to facilitate timely medical treatment and care.
When I learned of this, I was very anxious, I always thought about my grandmother, and when I had time to go to my father's place after work, I brought some sweets that she loved to eat, and looked at the nails fixed in the thighs, and my heart was like a knife.
Once, my grandmother said to me weakly, "Don't buy it in the future, I can't eat it, and it's wasteful..." ”
At first, I didn't understand what my grandmother said, and I always felt that I couldn't eat it, and I could eat slowly.
Later, I heard that in order not to trouble people, Grandma rarely drank water, that is, her favorite sweets, and rarely ate them.
Three months later, Grandma died of heart-lung failure at the age of eighty-six.
At Grandma's funeral, the last time I saw her remains, it was very peaceful, like falling asleep, I could no longer control myself...
In those days, I often woke up in my dreams in the early morning, and my wife said, Dreaming again. "What did I say?" I murmured.
"You say Grandma left with a smile on her face!"
As if seeing Grandma's kind smile again, tears blurred her eyes again.
Time has passed, and how many times I have vaguely seen my grandparents drinking at the Kang table while watching TV.