After all these years, I think I still don't know much about my grandmother.
Grandma never spoke of herself.
Every time we meet, I ask if I'm okay, if my mom is okay or not.
In the past, at my grandmother's house, she never cared about what we studied. As long as we go to bed early at night, we will naturally get up early in the morning.
In the summer, I had to take a nap at noon, and when I woke up, my grandmother just came back with a few ice creams.
I had never seen an angry, complaining grandmother.
Grandma was smiling, kind, slightly sad, in a daze.
One
It was rare to hear my grandmother talk about herself, and it was a summer vacation one year.
It was often a thunderstorm day, and we ate the watermelon and spread the mat in the covered area of the yard to cool off. Grandma, aunt, cousin and me, we all sat on the cool mat.
My cousin with obsessive-compulsive disorder put everyone's shoes in order.
Lightning flashed so hard that thunder rumbled along with it, and the yard was cool.
I don't know what to talk about, but my grandmother said that when she was young, she had a tumor in her body, and her grandfather was not at home at work outside at the time, and several children were small. Grandma found a day of leisure time, walked alone to the hospital in the county town, did the operation, and then walked back.
Grandma spoke lightly, but every time I thought about it, I felt very painful, as if the person who had had the operation was me. Grandma never said that, and I don't know how many stories Grandma still has.
Good to hear.
I was not there when my grandfather died, and I had just gone abroad at that time, and I was in a state of distress because of my adaptation to the environment and my new job. Mom called at night and said that Grandpa was gone, and Grandma said that lunch was good to eat today.
Mom hung up the phone and said, the next time you come back, you won't see Grandpa.
Two
Grandma has become a thin old man in recent years because she took care of her grandfather who had suffered a stroke.
Grandma once saw me and said, if you don't call me, I won't recognize you. I want to cry.
Our phone numbers are still on the wall of my grandmother's house. I want to cry.
Grandma said she had never taken a train in her life, not even anywhere else. I want to cry.
When I was a child, every time I left my grandmother's house, I wanted to cry.
Even when I grew up, every time I went from one place to another, this same sense of loss would follow me.
Mom said that my cousin often called my grandmother, why are you so cruel.
In the summer of the year of junior high school and high school, my cousins were not at home, my cousins were not at home, and I was alone at my grandmother's house.
I remember Grandpa wasn't there either. It was just me and my grandmother, and I stayed for a few days and got bored. That afternoon my grandmother cut watermelon for me to eat, and as I ate it, I told my grandmother that I wanted to go home. Grandma said to stay a few more days and went out.
As a result, the school called the next day to go through the procedures for high school admission. I left my grandmother's house and haven't lived at my grandmother's house much since.
Every time I called my grandmother, I wanted to cry after hanging up the phone.
Last year my grandmother asked me four times: Have you eaten? I want to cry.
This year my grandmother asked me the same thing as last year. I want to cry.
Three
When I was whipped in society as an adult, I dreamed of my grandmother when I was mostly unhappy, and I often felt that life was difficult and could not go on.
Once she had a dream that she was sitting on the bridge in front of my house, and when she saw me back, she stood up and patted the dirt on her ass. Smile and squint and come home with me.
After Grandpa died, every time I dreamed of my grandmother, I didn't see my grandfather, and even in my sleep, I realized that my grandfather was no longer there.
The other day, I dreamed that I was walking on the road and walking to my grandmother's door, and the door was open. It occurred to me that this was in a dream, and I was worried that I would not see Grandpa. I walked forward slowly, my eyes looking inside the door, and I saw my grandfather sitting at the table with a bowl and eating, and then I saw my grandmother sitting next to him eating. I moved forward contentedly.
Grandma said every time, don't worry about me, you're fine. I wanted to cry.
That day I asked my mom and grandma's name.
Mom said, your grandmother's name is very good, the osmanthus of the osmanthus flower, the pavilion of the pavilion.
That was the first time I knew my grandmother's name.