"Which one?"
"grandma! It's me! "
"Oh, Sister Qian, you are back!"
Since I left home, every time I came back to see my grandmother, this is the opening remarks, and it has never changed!
Grandma sat in the open space in front of the door, half leaning on the chair, holding a ringing stick in her hand. This bell-ringing stick has always been in grandma's hand. When you think of grandma, you think of a stick ringing in your hand. This bell-ringing stick is scientific and simple, but it is of great use. Take a bamboo, depending on your personal preference. Grandma's bell-ringing stick is one meter long, and one end is cut into four sections, so just knock on the ground and on the threshold, and the cut bamboo pieces open and close, making a very loud sound, hence the name. The other end of the ring stick is firmly held in grandma's hand, which can be used as both a crutch and a "weapon" for the seat. It is a powerful weapon. When grandma fed the chickens and ducks, the food spilled all over the floor, and other cats, dogs, chickens and ducks also came to steal it. Grandma didn't have to get up. She raised the stick and knocked hard, and all the other cats, dogs, chickens and ducks ran away in fear. Strangely, grandma's own animals were not affected by the loud noise at all, but felt as if they were greatly protected by their owners and ate harder.
The power of this baton is not limited to animals, but also applies to people. If we are disobedient and don't herd cattle, we will eat sweet potato vines, peanut seedlings, soybean leaves and corn stalks from grandma's house. As soon as we get home, the bell stick will knock us: "If you don't implement the cow, I will knock you to death with the bell stick!" " We are all afraid of that noisy stick!
In my impression, grandma is a master who can't go out. She is completely different from other rural women. She walks around the house and has a short family. Grandma lives alone in the village. She gets up before dawn every day, feeds chickens and beats dogs, sweeps the yard, washes clothes and cooks. The farthest place is the vegetable garden in front of the door.
The greeting to grandma is always "How are you?" "How are your eyes?" "How are your ears?" Grandma narrowed her loose eyes and looked at me. "My eyes are not good. I can't recognize you when you are far away from me. My ears are still very bright. " When talking, grandma still leaned back in her chair, her head held high, and her gray hair was fluffy and slightly messy. I caressed my white hair and my hands were unusually soft, like the hair of a newborn baby. Grandma really looks like a baby at this time, or rather, like a cat.
At present, the cat sitting in front of the door looks weak, lazy, weak and lazy, with a light spirit, like dust flying in the sun, falling out of time.
Grandpa is not at home.
Grandpa is a restless man. After the age of 80, everyone thinks that grandpa's temperament has changed greatly! Especially during childbirth. More than eighty old people, some hanging on the wall, some collapsed in bed, healthy people can walk by themselves. My grandfather can pick and choose, run and jump, and climb trees! According to my grandfather, he has a fortune, and my husband says he can live to 120 years old. That 80-year-old is middle-aged 120! As a result, grandpa's labor ability was adjusted to the channel of middle-aged and strong labor!
Grandpa turned a deaf ear to the suggestion that his children and grandchildren should work less because he despised the life of the next generation. Farmland is mostly barren, and it is unforgivable that he spends more time at the card table than serving crops. As a result, his relationship with my parents became more and more distant. In his eyes, these sons are lazy. In the eyes of his sons, the old man is crazy, stupid and confused.
The relationship with my son is stiff, but the relationship with my grandchildren is just right. Because of work, we seldom go home a year. But as soon as we step into the house, grandpa's hind feet will follow. Still that serious and kind, vicissitudes and naive face. The face is purple and the wrinkles are deep, but the carving technique is very clever. Almost all sculptures are for display, but the lines on grandpa's face are hidden by years, hiding 80 years of bitterness and joy, and 8 thousand miles of clouds and moons. I looked at this face carefully, and in the texture of the corners of my mouth slightly rising, in the narrowed eyes still shining with bright light, I read a trace of loneliness, which is the loneliness of enjoying myself, and the loneliness of "everyone is drunk and I wake up alone". Supporting this loneliness is an open-mindedness-bamboo straw sandals are lighter than horses, and a misty rain will last a lifetime!
Grandma said: "Your grandfather went to Baogu, and Baogu was on the slate (the name of a piece of soil)."
Corn ripens in the hottest season of the year. I looked up at the yellow cornfield on the slate, and the sun blinded me. Under the scorching sun, even grandma's chickens refused to come out of the shade, drooping their heads and listless. Sir Zhong's evil dog shouted several times and immediately retreated to the eaves, lying on the dusty ground, panting with his long tongue.
I came to grandpa's cornfield, on the slate. In the golden sunshine, the corn stalks stand proudly, but the leaves are yellow and curly. I heard about the cable, followed by this sound and saw grandpa.
Grandpa is completely integrated into the corn field, shirtless, and his lower back and corn stalks are the same color, yellow and black! He reached high and broke off a corn cob, quickly peeled off the outer skin, and then threw the golden corn cob into the laundry list not far from him.
"Grandpa!" I knew he was hard of hearing, so I called him at the top of my voice.
I walked through the crowded outside the cornfield and came to grandpa. When grandpa saw me, he was surprised and became extremely happy. I offered to help, but this job, I feel like I can't start. The white light of the sun baked corn leaves like a sharp arrow. As soon as I touch them, I leave a red mark on my skin, which is painful and itchy, and it hurts even more when I scratch it. Look at the old man next to him, just like a harvester. Wherever he went, the sharp arrow lost its power and was cut off three times and two times. There was a bang, and the corn stalk broke off and fell into the bamboo basket with a bang. At the same time, when he turned his left elbow, the corn stalk was pushed down and his foot was stepped on it. With a click, the corn stalks clung to the safety helmet.
Before the corn stalk landed, an ant climbed up grandpa's arm along his hand, meandered along a blue path, climbed over the peak, climbed down, met a deep ditch, hesitated, climbed up again, limped across the ditch, climbed to the other side and wandered around in the ditch. I was amazed at grandpa's unconsciousness, and I reached out and crushed the little thing and fell to the ground.
I tossed a few corn back and forth, sweating like a pig, and I couldn't wait to get one red envelope after another. I advise grandpa to call it a day and go home to cool off, because I can't stay any longer. Grandpa stuck to the battlefield.
Back to my grandma, I took advantage of the cold and dragged her home. In a short time, grandpa came back with a load of corn. The heavy laundry basket swayed gently, the shoulder pole creaked, and grandpa buried his gray head to find the next best foothold. The dark and bare back is shining, and the bony shoulder blades are hunched up ... Grandma is still sitting in the back of the chair, squinting at Grandpa, and her gray hair is danced by a breeze ... In the sun, everything is fixed into an oil painting!