In my memory, Grandpa loved to keep cats, drink wine, and eat mammoth.
Grandpa used to do mutton trading, the stall is near my hometown, I often run to my grandfather's stall to play, follow him to drink business, of course, I will also hippie smile to ask him for pocket money 2 cents.5 cents, 1 yuan. This occasional pocket money is the most expensive except for the pocket money given by the parents. At that time, I had a cat, and it was simple to raise a cat in the countryside, a bowl, some home-cooked meals, and cat food. Once, Grandpa told me that I could feed the cats with meat, so every two days he would leave a small piece of the minced meat from the stall for me to feed to the cats.
On weekends, after dinner, I would guard my grandfather's stall and wait for it to close. After collecting the stalls, I followed my grandfather through the streets and alleys, and before night fell completely, I returned to my residence 15 minutes away from the stall. Passing by the familiar convenience store, Grandpa habitually bought a bottle of beer and a bag of peanuts. When he drank, he didn't use a glass of wine, but a red tooth cup made of plastic, with peanuts in one hand, beer in the other, grunting, drinking to the fullest, burping, and then looking at me, smiling and asking me if I wanted to take a sip. I happily took the tooth cup, pretended to be a little drunk, did not drink at all, sometimes "performance" excessive, a little more, can not stand the strange smell of wine, began to cough, eyebrows locked, Grandpa laughed, I, then took the opportunity to catch a few more peanuts.
Grandpa was addicted to smoking, and he loved a pack of two or three yuan of "red peony", "red plum" and "Fujian" at that time, and liked to sit on a chair, curl up one foot, look into the distance, and smoke slowly. I was naughty, I would grab the spit out smoke, trying to hold them in my hand, Grandpa would blow the smoke into my face, I, seeing the smoke coming, fled into the wilderness, and turned back to Grandpa's side, continuing the previous behavior. At night, Grandpa removed his removable dentures, soaked in water to clean, I was quite surprised, several times pulled Grandpa, let him "disassemble" a few times to see, Grandpa will take the disassembled dentures to pretend to clamp me, I am not afraid, just stare at the dentures curiously.
Grandpa didn't like to eat many foods, but rice noodle soup, mung bean cake, and ma lao were enough to belong to the few of the best, and these were exactly what I loved to eat. Later, my grandfather told me that he would "roll his heart" when he ate rice noodle soup and mung bean cake, but he still liked to eat it, and could only eat it occasionally. At that time, I didn't know what "rolling heart" was, but I knew that it was uncomfortable, and I silently wrote the word in my heart. When I was 20 years old, I once ate mung bean cake, and not long after I felt stuffy, similar to allergies, very uncomfortable, and suddenly understood the meaning of "rolling heart".
Grandpa loves to call. Grandpa loved to watch opera. Grandpa loves us even more! Later, I grew older, my grandfather gradually grew older, his hair became more and more gray, and his body became more and more emaciated, until he was sick in bed and died...
This year, I sat for a while on the right side of the stone corridor in the vestibule where my grandfather used to sit, staring at the village, but the morning fog was thick, and in the past twenty years, whenever I wanted to live in my hometown or visit my grandfather, I would call him in advance to tell him that almost every time I came to get off the bus, I could see my grandfather sitting in this position on the right side of the stone corridor, probably because this position could see the way back of my relatives and look farther away.