Grandpa has never been far away, and from the first day of his birth, he has forged an indissoluble bond with that fertile soil. Grandpa has never read a book. He devoted his life to that poor little village. I'm even worried that he won't know the way home when he leaves the village.
This summer vacation, I just stepped into the gate of No.1 Middle School. Grandpa is busy taking care of everything for me. He is very happy. He asked me to take a quilt in case the weather changes. But I refused. Why bother in such a hot day?
On the day he left, grandpa smiled and said to me, "When you get to school, you should take good care of yourself. Don't get sick. I don't know the way and I can't visit you. I should study hard, you know. " The first time I heard grandpa's earnest exhortation, I felt a little embarrassed and had to answer hastily: "Well, I see."
Looking up, grandpa's face is still smiling, full of concern and expectation. I move my steps slowly and feel so heavy.
The weather in August is like a child's face, it changes as soon as it is said. A few days ago, people were still biting popsicles and blowing cold air. In a blink of an eye, even if I put on my coat, I still feel a little cold. Of course I caught a cold, and it was even colder at night. Think of grandpa suddenly homesick and want to cry.
Today, when I was concentrating on my homework, a sudden phone call interrupted my thoughts. Looking down the students' fingers, a familiar figure came into view, with messy hair, fine sweat on his forehead and that unsmooth cheek. Grandpa is old again. "Grandpa!" I screamed in a low voice and rushed out to hug grandpa. He showed slightly yellow teeth and a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
I looked at him carefully, and it was still that unwashed shirt, which smelled of mud; Or the yellow baggy pants; It's the same pair of broken shoes whose heels are trampled. He touched me, just like the warm spring breeze blowing my hair, which made me feel so peaceful.
Grandpa is still laughing, his cheekbones are abrupt, and wrinkles climb up his cheeks. His face, shriveled and emaciated like bark, also sparkled because of his smile, shining bit by bit in the sun, silent but moving. People have a sense of practicality.
"At school, well, is it cold? Let you take the quilt and don't listen. Don't catch a cold. Remember to eat well at school. Reading needs nutrition. Don't wronged yourself ... "
Grandpa's series of words that beat like notes jumped into my ears at once, as if I had returned home. I want to say that I'm not good here and I'm not happy at all, but I swallowed my words again when I saw Grandpa's caring smile and thought of him alone. Say, "I'm fine!"
Carrying a quilt from grandpa, waving goodbye, his smile still didn't recede, grandpa's teeth seemed to fall out again, and his sparse teeth seemed very lonely. At the corner, grandpa's smile suddenly disappeared, and I saw the liquid like sweat in his eyes. I blinked and a pearl-like liquid wet the quilt.
Suddenly I feel homesick and miss my grandpa's smile.