Qingwei | traveled with his grandfather

When I was a child, my grandfather used to take me on "trips".

Saying that it is a "trip" is nothing more than going around Nanxun Town, from Xunbei to Xunnan, from Dongzha to Xizha. At that time, Nanxun was not as few as it is now, and there were always some strange scenery on the road: birds and rabbits; camels and people taking pictures (sometimes a cloth tiger); selling all kinds of inferior toys wrapped in cardboard plastic packaging.

Grandpa is very thrifty, can walk and never take the bus, can take the bus is never called a tricycle. Whenever I had to go to the time when my legs were filled with lead and my body was weak and weak, I heard him say slowly, "Well, there is a pavilion in front of us, let's go in and sit down." Then He began to tell the story of the Three Kingdoms or the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

He once examined the history of my dynasties and dynasties, the simplest is to report the name of each dynasty from the three emperors and five emperors period, I can roughly talk about one or two, because he also has to cite one of the famous events, only the Southern and Northern Dynasties and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms I do not know much, he also said with regret: "Alas, I am not very familiar with it here." "Once we came to a halt on a big rock, and he crossed his legs like a gentleman lecturing. At that time, at dusk, the slanting sun with the breeze dimmed the grass beside him golden, he slowly talked about the names of Huan Wen, Xie An, and Murong Ke, and his gray hair was slightly trembling by the wind, and I listened slowly until the night fell, which was to fill this gap.

When I was a little older, Grandpa took me to the theater. First, he is an elderly person who has a similar hobby to people of this age; second, he is an elderly person, his body can no longer support him to go too far, the stage is not far away in Lijiahe Village, just a few steps away. In fact, the threshold of drama was very high for me at that time, because teenagers really couldn't understand what was meant in the thousand-turning lyrics, but there was one sentence that impressed me the most: "Death is not closer, The Iraqi people are lonely and far away." "I felt sad and unusual at the time, but I understood it later, but this is how things work.

So in the last few years, Grandpa's health became more and more difficult, and during that time he often fell down when he walked. That time when I walked to Dingjiagang, my body fell straight backwards for no reason, and I scared the battery rider on the side half to death, and even waved my hand to show that I didn't touch him, and followed us for a while. When I walked to the door and just found out the key, it was another fall, and I took my clothes from the room to prepare for the shower and then fell again. After I lifted him up, I didn't forget to tease him, "Today is a "triple fall". He laughed and knocked on my head, didn't say anything, and after half a day moved the bench in for a bath.

Thinking about it, Grandpa hasn't gone out much since then. Every day he nestled in his study, first preparing to create, found a green hard leather book with a penguin wearing a pink scarf printed on it and began to write his autobiography. After writing a pile of paper, I finally broke it and began to look at a cabinet of pirated books he bought. The materials of these books may be made of indigenous paper, and the pages are too hard to wipe their butts, but they are all-encompassing, from political economy to history and humanities. I used to wonder how our books were not as standard as encyclopedias as others, and the success learning tools were full of books. Later, I remembered that once on the road, he told me that when he was a child, he said that he had the life of a university scholar, "Later, then the Xinhai Revolution." When he said this, his eyes were completely dark, full of childlike cunning and brightness.

When the books were finished, his two library cards were requisitioned by him, and every week my father and I were responsible for driving him to the library to read books, one after another, and the "trip" was transferred from the outside to the carriage. During the period, there were a lot of oolongs, once I saw that the library was closed and people had not yet come out, we expected that he had already gone back and did not think much more, even if there was no one at home. When I was in a hurry to catch fire, I received a call from the police, the old man maintained the fine tradition of "having difficulty finding the police" dialed 110, and the two of us "not Xiaozi" rushed to the police service center in Jinxianghu Square to pick up people; there was another time when the grandfather and grandson were visiting the ancient book reading room on the third floor, and just when I was still struggling with how to read these words according to the typography from top to bottom, I heard him shouting: "Hao Lei!" I read this book when I was eight years old, and I didn't expect it to be here! The caretaker at the door scolded both of us to be quiet, and I smiled and patted him lightly, and the two looked at each other like children who had overturned a soy sauce bottle.

Then it was the last "trip", the shortest distance, from home to the Majia Ramen Restaurant opposite. At noon that day, he said to me for the first time, "Today lunch is not happy to burn, go out to eat." Then he locked the door and led me to the lively noodle restaurant across the street. We both nodded and found a table near the door to sit down. After eating, I grabbed the pocket flowers given by my parents like an adult and wanted to go over to pay the bill, he muttered and shook his head and pulled me back, he sold the order himself, thirty-six yuan, gave fifty, and found ten dollars plus six steel hammers.

To this day I still remember the taste of that noodle, but time has prevented me from taking it carefully, and the more I try to recall it, the fainter the memory becomes. I just remember that it was oily and meaty, and it wasn't really delicious. But the oil is relieved, the meat is hungry, so think, but it is very delicious.

Maybe after eating this meal, he didn't take me out on a "trip" with him. I heard my aunt say that before my cousin went to school, he once came to visit alone, and talked with my cousin on the bed for an afternoon. "It's really strange," my aunt's voice trembled a little, "you know, the old man came to our house to hide on the sofa on the right to watch his Chinese international or news thirteen, that day was really two people talking about dinner and did not run down, told him to eat and did not eat and left, it is really strange ..." In that afternoon, Grandpa talked a lot, talking about his rich childhood, turbulent youth, and regrets about love. Then as usual, only this time no one said anything, and went on a trip alone.

On the night he left, in order to get up early tomorrow to send him, we put on a lot of movies to refresh our minds, first the war movies of fighting and killing, and then the martial arts movies of the gods and gods, watching Grandma so tastelessly, blaming Dad for only caring about what he liked to watch. I took the remote control over, clicked on the menu and jumped around, and finally jumped on a romance movie. The group was quiet as they boarded. After all, it is the most difficult to deprive of emotions, the buildings and roads in the dark night show the most ordinary appearance, no one to scramble, and no longer scare people; the indoor autumn wind blows outdoors, and it becomes romantic, we look at others and our own sorrows in such a gap, and feel that midnight has become a bright moment.

【About the author】Hu Haolei, Generation Z, male, from Huzhou, Zhejiang, has been engaged in online writer work since elementary school, and has dabbled in novels, essays, argumentative essays and other fields, and dreams of having a pure literary work of his own.

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