My grandparents (3)

I have been closest to my grandmother since I was a child, in my hazy memory. Grandpa is busy every day. If he comes back for dinner, he must clean the yard. My yard is clean. My water tank is always full of water. All these jobs are done by grandpa.

By then, he had joined the club and had a production team and brigade. The land belongs to the team, and everyone works in the team. Grandpa works as a breeder in the team. Live in a squad.

Our family has also broken up, my little uncle and my aunt's fourth grandfather. Grandpa told us, but I followed grandma everywhere. At night, I am very noisy. Grandma cut some little people and put them on enough paper to let me out. She sang for me and I watched them enthusiastically.

Grandma is good at paper cutting. As soon as the paper turns in her hand, it becomes a puppy, a dog and a villain. I weave smaller paper figures into mothers, fathers and children. These are my playmates.

When I was a child, there were many Ma Lian in front of my house, including the biggest Ma Lian, and my grandmother took me to kowtow to it. Said it was my godmother. I heard that I was a fortune teller when I was a child, and my grandmother asked me to tell my fortune. Mr. Wang said that my life is very good and I can grow up to be rich and prosperous. But before I was eight years old, I met an obstacle, so I recognized Ma Lian as my godmother and solved this obstacle. Grandma recognized this Ma Lian as my godmother. In order to make me grow up safely and prosper, grandma believes everything. I loved crying when I was a child. My mother said my grandmother used to cry, too.

How long did it take? My memory is vague. Grandma may be ill at that time, so I must sleep with her at night. Grandma always sits with her head down and doesn't sleep. I cry for her to sleep with me. She always says: Go to sleep, grandma will show you the big monkey. I'm afraid of monkeys. I don't know what it is. At this time, I quietly closed my eyes, leaned against my grandmother and fell asleep slowly.

But then my father wouldn't let me sleep with my grandmother. Let my brother and I sleep in grandpa's room.

At this time, grandma didn't get up. She lies down every day, sometimes whining. I don't remember when grandma went.

Followed by three years of natural disasters, every family eats bran vegetables, and each person can't eat a few grains a day. There were no non-staple foods at that time. Our grandfather is older. When eating, mom put a big cake without bran in grandpa's bowl, and dad asked grandpa to squat down and eat it.

I didn't pay much attention to it either. While eating the bran cake in the bowl, my brother saw the master coming. He stood up and looked at grandpa's bowl. Ah! I grabbed the clean face and ate it sweetly. My mother said that it was grandpa's. Grandpa went over and said, let the children eat. When I eat this, I will pick up the bran cakes we eat. Later, my grandfather squatted down to eat, and my brother stood up to watch. Grandpa also ate bran cakes and never looked for them again.

Later, I heard my father say to my mother, That's a good idea. It turned out that my mother put the washed noodles inside and put the bran vegetables we ate outside. "I heard that our family life was not bad at that time." Because my second grandfather is diligent, he dug a piece of land with his head and planted millet in the first few years, saving a little food at home. Later, this land was also taken back by the team.

Later, my father told me about it, which turned out to be grandma's will.

Grandfather was a soldier when he was young. He got a severe gastric ulcer after sleeping in the wind, and he couldn't stand eating bran.

When grandma was sick, she said to her father, Your uncle has never been easy in his life. Now he lives with us. You should treat him like a father. You should be a nephew and a half, and you should be a son. Your second uncle is very good. He is in good health. Your uncle can't, no matter how hard you try to get your uncle through this era. Starving to death. Who won't starve to death?

Dad said: Grandpa was embarrassed to eat at first. Seeing that my brother and I are still young, he has always wanted to give us food, but after eating bran cakes several times, his stomach really can't stand it. Later, I listened to my father's arrangement. Spend time starving people. Grandpa followed us until he died. At the age of 76, he died of stomach trouble.

We have more brothers and sisters in our family, and grandpa will be a grandmother, helping his mother take care of the children. Grandpa cooks at home in summer, and my mother and I go to the team to pull out seedlings and shovel grass. Everyone else is cooking now when they come back from work. When we came back, grandpa had washed all the saucers. At this time, I have a sense of superiority. Grandpa is very concerned about us, and our shoes are broken because grandpa sewed them for us. In autumn, I couldn't do the autumn harvest at that time, so I followed my grandfather to collect firewood and hug the leaves with a rake. Grandpa held me in the flower house and I carried it back with him. ; Every autumn, I hug a lot, so that I can burn firewood all winter.

My second grandpa is still doing his work. His pigtail is thin, so he can't wrap it around it, so he puts a wool rope on his head. Later, when I was old, I wouldn't argue with braids, so I combed his hair and gave him a braid. A lot of hair fell out. I like to braid his hair. Every time he combs his hair, he puts it on his head, and his second grandfather has a satisfied smile on his face. I also have a feeling of happiness. I can help my second grandpa. I don't know why Sir Zhong likes his pigtails so much.

Later, I remembered that my grandmother once told my mother that when your second uncle was young, although he was ugly, there was a thick and long big braid. Most women are not as beautiful as his braids.

Over the years, I have learned that Grandpa Two loves his work. It turns out that Mr. Zhong knows a lot about love, and grandma likes his pigtails. He has always been obsessed with his grandmother.

One autumn night, someone brought two bags of grain to our house. Everyone whispered and fell into our cupboard.

Let's go to May and June. The brigade will hold classes and find some people to study. Call on the people to oppose private criticism and private practice, and tell all the things that are sorry for the party and the country. Your heart is red, and you are a proletarian revolutionary.

Some people talk about the distribution of autumn grain and what it means to secretly divide property. The production team leader was punished and went to the brigade to study for half a month. You have to deduct food from every household. Support national construction.

Just arrived in July, the team went to rebate food. "In those days, I went to the team to get a meal once a month." When the food is deducted, every family has nothing to eat. When the team has a vegetable garden, they will send eggplant and potatoes to the players. There is not much food.

Our second grandfather is old and no longer works as a breeder in the team. He digs wild vegetables every day and comes back for dinner. Grandpa asked my fourth grandfather to live in the past and spend the famine. "They are not a team with us." I was sixteen, just the age of the militia. In order to prepare for the war, the militia began to train every year during the slack season, and the trained militia gave a catty of coarse grains a day.

I had enough food at noon, but I was too hungry to walk at night. I practice crawling forward and bayonet fighting on an empty stomach every day. In order to defend the motherland, young people in their hometown work hard to make progress. Listen to the party. Everyone is full of pride.

One day, Grandpa Two said to me: Grandpa Two is old and useless. I want to stop living and save money for you. He also said: don't take your grandfather's coffin after I die, it was prepared by your grandmother for your grandfather.

I cried and said, Grandpa, you can't do this. I told my father about it again, and my father criticized the second grandfather with heartache. Father said: the difficulty is temporary. We came here in 1962, so we had this idea. I cried and asked second grandpa if he still had this idea. He said, I'm just saying. Grandpa is too clever to say anything.

I was wrong before. I know grandpa two loves to work, but he doesn't know anything. No! He knows best and is full of love.

No one has ever called dad or grandpa in his life, but he has worked hard all his life to support the second generation of children.

It was not until the second uncle was old and died that his father called him when he showed the way. Grandma has been a mother all her life.

My grandparents live an ordinary life, but I think they are angels sent by heaven to our broken home.

These things are the untouchable sea in my heart. Whenever I walk on the Jingcheng Expressway and see a small building with red bricks and green tiles in the ravine, I seem to see my great-grandfather walking on a dark mountain road.

Every time I walk into a star-rated hotel, I stay in a star-rated hotel. Sitting in an open-air barbecue restaurant, eating mutton skewers and drinking draft beer for recreation. I thought of my grandparents, who worked hard all their lives and didn't have a good life at the wrong time. But they always weave beautiful dreams in their hearts. Looking forward to future generations growing up and seeing them live a good life. Is their greatest wish.

May they rest in peace and show a satisfied smile in the soul of heaven!

June 30, 1965 438+07

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