It's a pity that it suddenly occurred to me before going to bed that the aroma of grapefruit was wasted. Just one in each hand. Take it and put it next to my pillow. So, I fell asleep with the smell of grapefruit.
For me, the smell of grapefruit is really a dream, a childhood dream.
I'm afraid of eating grapefruit. That was after I went to town. I ate a lot of grapefruit when I was a child, and that was at my grandmother's house. I gave birth to my mother's grandmother, left my grandfather and married a poor peasant family. I first met her when I was ten years old. At that time, she was about fifty years old, but the burden of life had crushed her like a dried grapefruit peel.
My mother took me to see her mother for the first time, and she went quietly because my grandfather didn't allow it. I also brought a big bag of old clothes and some food. Grandma's house is supported by two pieces of wood, and it is as broken as if it were to be blown down by the wind at any time. There are many holes in the roof through which sunlight can pass. But it became the light source of this darkroom, so that I could see grandma's face clearly. Grandma's eyes are very bad, and she has been touching my head with rough hands, scaring me to hide behind my mother. Grandma just smiled bitterly.
Later, she pulled out a big and dirty thing from somewhere. He said to his mother, "It's the first time for a young youngster (a little boy from his hometown) to come here. Grandma has nothing good. Give him this grapefruit skin. " I don't think mom wants this dirty thing. Unexpectedly, my mother held back the tears that were about to fall and turned to take the grapefruit home.
After dinner, my mother gave my sister and me two big grapefruit, saying that it was given to us by my grandmother. I think of that dirty thing on grandma's hand during the day, and I dare not eat it. My sister peeled off the skin and ate it in three bites, staring at my hand. I think this is really delicious? I gave one piece to my sister, and the other piece was slowly peeled off and stuffed into my mouth. God, I thought something sour was so delicious, sweet and fresh. I really regret giving it to my sister.
You can eat grandma's grapefruit every year after that. Because it was born in the grapefruit tree in front of her house. After liberation, grandma's family conditions were good. My aunt entered the factory and my uncle took part in the work. I want to build a big house, but my grandmother refused to cut down her precious grapefruit tree, so my uncle had to give in and draw a yard to enclose the grapefruit tree.
Grandma's eyes are almost invisible. Don't go out all day, just around the grapefruit tree. Smell the fragrance of grapefruit in spring and enjoy the cool under the grapefruit tree in summer. In autumn, grapefruit ripens slowly, and grandma sits in front of the tree. The pomelo tree is very tall, with a big branch sticking out of the wall. Some neighbors want to choose one to try. Grandma's ears are so clever that she can tell who it is when she hears footsteps. Shouting the neighbor's name, he said, XXX, the grapefruit is not ripe yet, and it is sour. I want to eat. I'll save one for you when it's cooked. The neighbors were embarrassed and had to leave passively.
One strange thing is that grandma can't see the opposite face clearly, but she knows there are several grapefruit trees. I was asked to count for her for a year. I counted to 24, and she said, yes. Only 24. I asked, has anyone counted it for you? She shook her head. I asked again, if you can't see with your eyes, how do you know how many trees there are? Grandma smiled and said, my eyes can't see, but my heart can see. This matter is still a mystery.
After the grapefruit was picked, grandma put them all in a big vat. I went there and touched it in the jar. After a while, I muttered, that's it. Touch it out for me. Later, I learned that my grandmother marked all the grapefruit with a mark that only she knew. I only remember my own, which are two small triangles. At this time, grapefruit is no longer black, but Huang Chengcheng's. That tastes good, I can't describe it. I haven't eaten since anyway.
Smelling the smell of grapefruit, sometimes I can't sleep. I only remember bit by bit.
That night, I really dreamed of my grandmother, who worked hard all her life.