I don't remember how many years have passed since my grandfather died. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't have much memory of my grandfather's death. My grandmother has been dead for more than 20 years. It seems like a lifetime ago. Every time I mention a pen, I always want to leave a few words for my grandfather and wife, but I forget my childhood wishes and thoughts. As my grandmother said, I hope that when I grow up, I will fly out of a small mountain village and take them to a big city to see what the mayor of the big city looks like, but my grandfather didn't wait.
When my wife married my grandfather, she was fourteen years old, wrapped in little feet. My grandfather and my wife had seven children, and my father was the eldest. According to my father, my grandfather is a good cook. Whenever my grandfather's name is mentioned, he always gives a thumbs up.
As far as I can remember, my grandfather was always busy, either growing vegetables at home or going to the market. Summer vacation is the happiest day every year. I will follow my grandfather to the vegetable garden. There are cucumbers with long green pods, princess eggplant with purple robes, a bunch of tomatoes and a row of cherry tomato dolls, and vegetables that can't be named ... My grandfather is always busy in vegetable fields with his head down, pulling weeds for a while, and the sun shines on his dark face and that worn straw hat for a while.
I always shuttle through the garden to catch crickets and ladybugs, completely unaware of grandpa's hard work. My grandfather told me from time to time not to break the cucumber rack, not to run around and trample on the neighbor's vegetable garden. In midsummer, my grandfather's vegetable garden was bumper. Early in the morning, the family stopped their work and came to the vegetable garden to help pick vegetables. My uncle (my father's brother) and aunt are pushing a cart to help load vegetables. They want to go to the rally in Yangguang Town early to sell vegetables. My wife will take the best vegetables to the meeting with her little feet, so that she can sell them at a good price. When choosing the remaining vegetables, she will take them home or give them to her neighbors. They all praise my grandpa's vegetables for their delicious taste. My wife was filled with joy when she heard their praise.
My grandmother's happiest thing is counting money. Every time grandpa sells vegetables home, grandma will step forward with little feet, help grandpa untie his wallet at his waist and take out the money for selling vegetables close to his clothes. My grandmother sat cross-legged on the reed mat in the old house, and my sisters quickly gathered around to watch my grandmother spit, then rubbed off a pile of money and counted behind my grandmother. In fact, my grandmother can't read, only know that it is money. As for the denomination, I have no idea. My grandmother thinks the bigger the paper, the bigger it gets. I saw my grandmother put the money with the same pattern, shape and size on the reed mat, waiting for my grandfather to eat, counting them one by one.
Sometimes, when the food sells at a good price, my grandfather is very happy, so he will take out a dime from a pile of money and give it to his sisters. We ran outside the village to buy popsicles, and my grandmother scolded us from behind. Maybe this money is my grandfather's hard-earned money. At that time, the popsicle cost 20 cents each, so I took it in my hand and hurried home to let my grandfather and my wife taste it.
At that time, I thought my grandfather and mother-in-law were really stingy, selling vegetables for so much money, and buying popsicles gave me a dime. Now that I think about it, I was so smart that I couldn't understand the hard work of my grandfather and my wife. My grandfather taught my grandmother about numbers and the size of money again and again. Until the Chinese New Year, grandma gave her sisters lucky money, ranging from ten cents to twenty cents. The most money in memory is one piece. When I gave money in those years, my grandfather said it was the last time to give money to support the elderly. When you grow up, like your parents and sister-in-law, you should go to college, study in a big city and earn your own money.
Indeed, that year, my sister-in-law was admitted to the university. She is the first female college student in the village. My grandfather still works hard in the vegetable garden under the admiration of his neighbors, because it is so hard to supply college students in any year. From then on, every time I sold vegetables, my wife wrapped it in a thick handkerchief layer by layer and put it in the kiln on the wall of my wife's wing. Every year when my sister-in-law starts school, my grandfather takes out a handkerchief from the kiln and opens it layer by layer, handing the tuition to my sister-in-law.
Later, my sister-in-law went to college, and grandpa got a serious illness and never woke up. I was afraid of death since I was a child, and I experienced the death of my loved ones for the first time. I have never eaten the delicious popsicle with twenty cents bought by my grandfather again. As my grandfather said before, my little sister-in-law came to the big city to earn money to support her family and took my grandmother to the city. My grandmother walked in the street with tiny steps, and many people looked back curiously at my grandmother's little feet. My wife is not used to living in the city. She always talks about the old house and wants to go home.
When my wife was 80 years old, I got married and took my daughter back to my hometown for her birthday. Things have changed, and I can't find the appearance of grandpa's vegetable garden anymore. Thankfully, my grandmother was full of energy and repeated the old saying to me: if you are ugly, you should read more books. Look how good it is now. I will hand my daughter a hundred-dollar bill. I'll hand grandma the prepared red envelopes and hundred-dollar bills. My grandmother stared at me with a cane and said, "It's for my great-grandson, not for you. Why are you still as weird as when I was a child? "
I said, "Grandma, you are so eccentric. At that time, you gave me 20 cents to buy popsicles, and you blamed my grandfather. I am your granddaughter ... "Everyone is smiling, and someone joked:" The birthday girl is really blessed. First, there was the first female college student at home, and then the grandchildren flew out of our village one after another. In the past few years, the largest amount is steel jump and Mao Mao money.
To tell the truth, in those years, it was difficult to connect happiness with grandparents, let alone happy grandparents. But now think about it, the happiness in grandparents' eyes is that every drop of water a child drinks, every bite of rice he eats, and countless meals are saved in the kiln nest, which eventually becomes the tuition fee in the child's schoolbag, and he watches the eldest sister-in-law leave with her luggage again and again at the village entrance. ...
They get up early and get greedy for the dark, rush about for their lives and are busy for their livelihood. Over the years, their temples are white and clear as wrinkles ... My grandmother always sighs when she talks about my grandfather, but she can't see the appearance of a big city. Sometimes she stands in front of my grandfather's portrait and talks about it like a child who has done something wrong. When my wife was eighty-three, her health went from bad to worse. Sometimes she is so confused that she doesn't even know her family. I just urge her to get up early every morning and go to the vegetable garden to help my grandfather pick vegetables. ...
I got a call from my hometown saying that my grandmother had passed away. It was the day after Tomb-Sweeping Day died 20 years ago. I was shocked when I was eating at home. Tears fell silently in the bowl like broken beads, making the food dull. Although I knew this day would come, I could put down the phone at that moment, but I still collapsed like a wayward child and burst into tears ... My mother-in-law abandoned me, perhaps because of my grandfather's call, or because my mother-in-law had been separated for too long ... so that my tired mother-in-law no longer had to walk with her feet hurt.
Nowadays, every time I think of my grandparents, I suddenly realize. It turns out that happiness in grandparents' eyes can only be understood by ugly people.
Modified on April 20021year 16.