Bare-chested clubs sat in groups on the open space on the side of the road, with three or five pieces of change piled up at random in front of them, shouting that it was my turn and throwing out a few cards in one hand.
There is a row of fruit carts parked next to the traffic lights under the office building. Green watermelon is placed on it, accounting for more than half of the trolley area. I went over, picked one, knocked a few times, and, um, there was an echo.
"Aunt, this is it." I handed the watermelon in my hand to my aunt who sold it.
"Well, this is sweet. My melon is the sweetest. " Aunt replied.
Watermelon in hand, can't wait to go home. The whole line was opened, and with a bang, the bright red flesh was exposed, and I picked up the spoon and poked it into the middle piece of melon meat.
Grandpa always said that a bite in the middle of watermelon is the sweetest. Before coming to Chongqing, my grandfather also said that I would go home to eat watermelon in summer and leave the sweetest piece in the middle for me.
Grandpa's Gua Tian is very big. If you look at it, you can't see the edge. Before the watermelon ripened, I couldn't wait to run around Gua Tian. At this time, my grandfather always shouts, Bao Er, come back quickly. The melon is not ripe yet.
I won't listen. Grandpa had to run to Gua Tian and carry me out of Gua Tian. In the evening, Grandpa patrolled Gua Tian with a flashlight, and I stood on the ridge waiting for Grandpa. The moon is high and curved, just like grandpa's forehead. The moonlight shines into Gua Tian, and it also shines on Grandpa, surrounded by crickets.
The dream is full of watermelons, and my grandfather is in Gua Tian with a flashlight.
The moon is round and missing, missing and round. The melons in Gua Tian are finally ripe. Pulling my grandfather to run in Gua Tian, I secretly thought, I must choose the biggest and sweetest watermelon.
The watermelons in Gua Tian are all so big, and in a short time, the watermelons I picked by the ridge of the field piled up into a hill. Grandpa picked up one and chopped it up with his hands. The juice will flow out along the seam and gently break it with your hands. The melon is divided into two halves, and the middle piece is mine.
I buried my head in scarlet pulp and began to munch. My mouth is full of juice and my clothes on my chest are dyed red. Grandpa was not angry, so he put down his rolled-up sleeves and wiped my mouth, saying that my mouth was really greedy.
Half a watermelon goes down, and the belly is bulging. Put the remaining watermelons in the basket and take them home. At dusk, grandpa was carrying a basket full of watermelons, and I was holding a melon. I followed him.
Most of the melons carried home were put in the cellar by grandpa, and the rest were put in the well behind the house. Well water is cold, so is iced watermelon. It's much more delicious than the cold air popsicles in the school cafeteria.
Put the scooped watermelon in your mouth. It's strange and not sweet at all.
The aunt who sells watermelons lied that her melon is the sweetest. Grandpa's watermelon is the sweetest.
Dial grandpa's phone, and before I could feed him, I heard grandpa on the other end of the phone say, Bao Er, grandpa's melons are ripe, so I'll keep them for you.
I swished tears.
I booked a plane ticket home, and I miss my grandpa, his forehead like the moon, and his endless Gua Tian. ......