The first time I was away from home for the New Year, my grandfather was so sad that he shed tears

My first year on the job was spent at the unit.

Before the Spring Festival holiday that year, I went to the leader's office to deliver documents. The director of our office is studying with the leader about the Spring Festival duty. Seeing me come in, the leader said, "You are on duty this Spring Festival."

I said, "I don't have a home here, I have to go home."

The leader smiled and said, "Why are you going home?" I don't even have a daughter-in-law."

In this way, the first Spring Festival after I participated in the work was spent in the unit.

After the Spring Festival, go home. My mother said to me, "Hurry up and see your grandfather first, your grandfather is crying after eating Chinese New Year's Eve meal." Over the years, there has never been a shortage of people in the family for the New Year."

I said, "No, Grandpa is an old revolutionary and an old party member." I've worked outside all my life, and I'm not a feudal old man."

My mother told me, "You're not allowed to say this when you go!" Let's go".

Grandpa brought me a small plate of my favorite sesame shortening from the cupboard, which I knew was an offering for the New Year. Every year, the offerings that have been offered are distributed to the children. This should be a copy that Grandpa deliberately left for me.

Grandma gave me hot dumplings for the first day of the first year and Chinese New Year's Eve dishes. We have a custom here. Anyone who has a daughter married. Chinese New Year's Eve's cauldron dishes and the dumplings of the first year must be left behind. Give it to the daughter who returned to her mother's house in the second year of junior high school. I looked at the cauldron and dumplings on the table and smiled, "Grandma." You think of your grandson as a granddaughter." Grandpa pointed to the rice and said, "Eat! Grandchildren and grandchildren are the same, and they will keep for you what they haven't eaten for the New Year."

Grandpa just watched me gobble up my meal. There was actually some wetness in his eyes again

Grandpa's story is still known intermittently from his father.

During the War of Resistance Against Japan, Grandpa's public identity was as a teacher. Under the cover of this identity, he did underground work for the anti-Japanese resistance. Once, it was almost New Year's, and a few people from the house came to the house and held a meeting in the north room. My father recalled that whenever such a guest came to the house, he would not let the children go out to play. First, there are few strangers seen in the countryside, and when people see who has strangers coming, they will ask: Who is coming from your family, worried that the children will leak their mouths. Second, children playing in the yard can also play a role in covering up and releasing the wind.

Later, Zhao Zhenquan flashed in from the gate. He was a tall, tall middle-aged man, and he was the later party branch secretary of our village. Only to see him come in and run quickly to the north house. Three steps, one step up. Soon he rushed out again, still taking one step down from the stage. The hem of the garment was raised, revealing the gun pinned to his waist. Subsequently, Grandpa also came out, waved to several people in the house, and led those people to the West Cross Courtyard quickly, and went out through the small door. Zhao Zhenquan followed behind with a gun in his waist with one hand.

After a while, the village became chaotic. Gunshots, cries, the howls of pigs and sheep, the quiet village suddenly became chickens and dogs. It was the Japanese devils who came. They want to find village cadres and grain.

Old Zheng at the west end of the village, beaten by the Japanese devils, was so beaten that he couldn't bear it, and he staggered to lead the Japanese devils to our house. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed to his knees under the steps and cried and beat his head: "Uncle Lotus Pond! I'm an asshole! ”。 Lotus Pond is my grandfather. Old Zheng knew that Grandpa was in charge of money and grain in the village. Just like that, my grandfather was taken away.

In a compound, more than a dozen other people were arrested. They released a big wolf dog and bit Grandpa. After a while, the cotton robe on Grandpa's body was torn into strips of cloth. Scattered cotton wool, blown by the cold wind all over the yard. At dusk, the Japanese devils suddenly withdrew. People carried the dying grandfather home. Only a few pieces of cloth remained of the cotton robe on his body, and the coagulated blood was attached to his body.

That year, Grandpa was gone, Grandpa did not go home in the New Year, and there were suddenly two less men in the family, and the misery and sadness of that year can be imagined.

After the end of the year, Grandpa hurriedly returned, facing the sudden change of home, he did not have too many words, nor could he stay too much. In those turbulent times, the country was gone, and home was not a safe place. No one can say which meeting with the family will be the last.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, my grandfather worked in the county seat. Grandma took a large family to live in her rural hometown. After retirement, Grandpa returned to his hometown and lived alone with Grandma in a small courtyard. Grandpa likes to read and write, but Grandma can't read, but this does not affect the tacit understanding and coordination between them. Grandma is a person with special respect for knowledge and culture. All the paper grandmothers who have words are never discarded, and they must wait until grandpa has seen it before dealing with it. Grandma arranged Grandpa's belongings neatly, and the table that had been cleaned up all year round was clear.

Sometimes, Grandpa's old colleagues came to see him, and a few old men sat under the melon racks drinking tea and chatting. Grandpa likes to write, his writing is square and simple, and every stroke and painting reveals strength. Spread out paper to write couplets to people every New Year's Festival.

Usually Grandpa doesn't talk much. Always like to walk around and look around. Go to the fields in the morning and evening to see the crops; stand in the market and watch people come and go, sometimes for half a day; go to each house to see the children, sometimes look at the homework written by the children. Maybe he still has a teacher complex in his bones.

Grandpa loved such a peaceful life. In the past years, he never mentioned it to us. Even after the founding of the People's Republic of China, I have not heard him talk about work. Until he died. Grandma was sorting through his belongings and found a stamped piece of paper in a notebook. Grandma showed me what it was, a handwritten appointment letter from the Organization Department of the county party committee. I learned that my grandfather's former position was the head of the county education section and the secretary of the party group, and the education section was the predecessor of the education bureau. According to the time, it is probably the first director of the Education Bureau after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

After experiencing too many lives and deaths and gathering less and leaving more, Grandpa looked at everything very lightly. I only like this peaceful and quiet country life. In that era, people desperately resisted foreign humiliation, defended their families and defended the country, and what they longed for and wanted to give to their families was not such a peaceful and peaceful life for the whole family to reunite and reunite?

No wonder Grandpa took the family reunion so seriously, and now that he thinks back, only after retirement did Grandpa live the quiet life he longed for for a few years, how could he not cherish it!