My mother is from Sichuan, and I have never been to my grandma’s house since I was a child. When I was young, I felt envious when I watched other children going to their grandma's house. I often pestered my mother to ask for grandma. My mother always said: I will take you to see grandma in the future. But for a long time, my mother never took me to see my grandma, and gradually I stopped mentioning it.
Last winter vacation, when my mother said she would take me to my grandma’s house, I really didn’t believe my ears. It wasn’t until I got on the train to Sichuan that I realized that I was finally going to see her. Dear grandma.
But not long after I got on the train, I began to regret it, because it was during the Spring Festival travel period, the train was so crowded, and all kinds of indescribable smells were intertwined, making people suffocated. . I had no choice but to lie on my mother's lap, sleep for a while, read a book for a while, and finally got through 30 hours.
After getting off the train and riding on the mountain road for four hours, we finally stopped in front of a big mountain. I got out of the car with my luggage and stretched my numb legs. I found that there was no home at the foot of the mountain!
Hey, mom, where is grandma’s house?
Mom smiled tiredly and said: It’s morning, there are still about two hours of mountain road left, and you have to walk up it by yourself. Oh my god, I almost fainted. Now I understand why she didn’t bring me to my grandma’s house until today, when I was almost 12 years old!
Fortunately, before we had gone far, my uncle came to pick us up. It was the first time I saw her My uncle was a little excited, and he hugged me all of a sudden, making me blush.
On a desolate winter afternoon, the three of us walked arduously on the endless winding mountain road. It was obvious that my uncle wanted to make me happy and kept talking to me in blunt Mandarin. I dealt with him every step of the way. My whole body ached, and I secretly swore in my heart: Next time, if you beat me to death, I won’t come either.
As the sun was setting in the west, I suddenly heard my uncle say to me, who was walking with my head bent: Linlin, we’re here. When I looked up, I saw an ancient village in front of me, with mottled white walls and black tiles. There were many people standing under a big tree at the entrance of the village. They also noticed us. A tall and thin old woman rushed over quickly, grabbed me, and said something in her mouth. I couldn't understand what she meant, but I could still hear the word "linlin". My mother choked next to me and said to me: "Child, call me grandma."
Grandma! I was a little embarrassed when I called these two words in person for the first time. I saw my grandma's tears welling up immediately.
During the Chinese New Year at my grandma’s house, I felt like a favored princess, surrounded by deep family affection every moment. However, happy time is always short-lived. On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, we Set off and came back.
On the rugged mountain road again, my grandma held my hand, and my uncle helped us carry our luggage and sent us down one step at a time. Along the way, what grandma said to me the most was: Come again. Said over and over again. At the foot of the mountain, when the car was driving far away, grandma grabbed me eagerly and repeated these three words again.
I looked at the mountains soaring into the sky, then looked at my grandma’s wrinkled face, and tried to learn Guizhou dialect and said to her: Grandma, next year, our whole family will come here to celebrate the New Year!