Let's put it this way. My grandfather's father has several brothers. Let's call him the eldest, the second and the third, and then they have separate families and children. The children and grandchildren of the eldest brother are called big rooms, the children and grandchildren of the second child are called second rooms, and so on.
then, my grandfather's children and grandchildren are relatively close, but not to the point where one father and one mother are born.
Let's be clear, Third Grandma is the wife of Third Grandpa, not my grandfather's third aunt. Besides, at that time, my grandfather had already passed the age of three wives and four concubines. Third grandma is actually my grandmother, but she is not my father's mother. My father's mother will call her grandma directly.
Just like my father's brother, the older one is called Uncle Erbo, the younger one is called Da Die Yaoda, and their wives are called Aunt Erma Sanma Yaoma, but they are not real mothers anyway.
I began to have an impression on Third Grandma, almost when my sister and cousin were very young.
My sister and cousin are about the same age. Every time she meets Third Grandma, she will tease them, "Why don't you run? I'm grinding my teeth to eat you.". So, the two of them ran quickly. I was six years older than them, so I wouldn't be afraid, so I smiled and watched the two kids run.
this matter, both of them have grown up, and it is often mentioned.
I graduated and stayed at home. One day, I went to the field to do farm work and passed by her house. She said to me, "Chun Er, let's raise pigs together. There are subsidies on it."
at that time, I probably felt young, and I thought she was just talking, so I was "mm-hmm". Look at the tone and expression of these two words. I shook my head and said them. The two words are still different in tone, which means "no". Then I just let it go. I don't know what she thinks, at least I really didn't take it seriously.
Now think about it, if I really raised pigs with her at that time, what situation would it be now? Will there be many pigs? Every pig has a name I gave it and a story I wrote for it.
ten years have passed, and I still think about it from time to time. Maybe Third Daughter has forgotten all about it.
Third Grandma's little granddaughter is the school captain in senior grade, and my baby is the school captain in junior grade. Due to the working relationship, the captains, the squadron leaders and the squadrons meet from time to time. The captain comes home from time to time and tells me how good the captain is.
in this way, the mother of the captain, that is, I, and the grandmother of the captain, that is, my third grandmother, are more intimate.
among many grandmothers, I have the most contacts with my third grandmother, so I naturally talk carelessly with her, even more than my own grandmother. I'm not that generous to talk to my grandmother.
Every morning, Third Grandma and her granddaughter pass by my house with a big schoolbag on their backs. Whenever they see it, we will say hello to each other, which means that whoever sees it first will say hello first. She always dresses decently, much better than ordinary rural old ladies. I sometimes envy her, and the clothes she wears are good in size, color and collocation.
when picking up students from school, she always says that waiting at home is also waiting, and she likes to go to school early. Sometimes you can pass by me two hours in advance and shout for me to go with you. I don't want it. It's a 15-minute walk. I often wonder where she went so early to play.
sometimes, when I go there, I don't do it on purpose, but when I happen to see it, the two of us will talk about everything.
That summer vacation, it was too hot to go to the fields. I was idle at home, so I followed online learning to cook food, took photos and wrote recipes myself.
as she passed by, she was used to standing in front of my house and talking for a while before leaving. She seldom sat in the house. That day, when I saw that it was not time for dinner, I cut something on the knife board. She came in and asked me what I had done. What was so small and yellow? I told her that the cucumber pattern steamed bread was made by boiling the pumpkin and pressing it into mud, and kneading it with flour. She also asked me how I knew I could do this. Before she left, I asked her to bring some to her granddaughter when she returned.
She went to the supermarket near the school to buy things. When I came back, I just steamed them and asked her to bring more. She just took one, which was too small. How could she get it?
There are too many opportunities to meet each other at ordinary times, except in winter and summer vacations. I often laugh at her. I go to play near the school in the name of picking up my granddaughter. A senior student, you don't have to pick up and drop off. She always smiles.
She told me that both her granddaughters want her to help them rub their backs, and they are teenagers. Maybe I can't let go. I'll be shy and won't let anyone help me.
She has a very good relationship with her two granddaughters.
My little granddaughter has gone to junior high school, so we seldom meet each other. Occasionally, she goes to the supermarket to buy things and passes by my door. I greet her to go shopping. In fact, there is no street shopping, just a few small supermarkets, and nothing is left.
a totally different person, the well-dressed old woman, suddenly became an ordinary old woman in the countryside. The same person, the same road, how can it be modified at once?
Maybe, as a young woman goes out, she must dress up carefully. People sometimes just look forward to it. You don't have to accompany your granddaughter, so you don't have to be so deliberate.
I go to the field to do farm work, and sometimes I pass by her house. Two wooden doors are tightly locked. It must be that she and her third grandfather have gone to the field to do farm work.
once, the cockscomb flowers in front of her house were in full bloom. I took a photo and left quietly. Old lady, you still grow flowers. I thought to myself, and then I thought, did she plant it or did her granddaughter plant it?
Her son and daughter-in-law built a big building on the road and picked them up to live together. They didn't go, saying that living in the old house was cleaner and more convenient, and farming was closer.
She also feeds pigs, and I have taken photos of pigs. When I was a child, every family fed pigs. Now, it is rare to see them.
actually, I didn't know she fed cats. When I came home from farm work that day, I passed by her house and saw a cat. When I looked at it, she craned her neck to look at me, so I took out my mobile phone and took a few pictures, and ran to the orange field nearby.
Maybe now I finally know why the cat is so docile and let me take a picture, and still looks at me for a long time. It's not that it sees me running away quickly. Maybe it has regarded me as a relative, but I have never paid attention to it.
When I pass by, the door of Third Grandma's house is mostly locked. Occasionally, when I open a door, I will walk in. When I see either her or Third Grandpa, I will talk for a while. Grandpa San is hard of hearing, and he is over seventy years old.
sometimes, the door is open and no one is there. Maybe you go to the toilet, or you may be working in a nearby field. They also planted their own land and gave most of it to their sons and daughters-in-law.
I finished my farm work in an orchard today. It's past 9 o'clock. I went home. It's early for lunch. I went to another orchard and passed by. It's rare to see all three doors open from a distance. As usual, walk in and find someone. In the third room, I saw Third Grandma.
"What are you doing at home today?"
"Well, I'm at home today."
"oh". I turned and left.
"Chun Er, have a seat".
"Third Grandma, I won't sit down. I'll go to the fields and do a few things and go home.".
"sit down and rest your legs".
She seems to be sewing a quilt, so she went to the next room with a needle and thread, presumably looking for a chair.
"Third Grandma, I'm leaving. Oh, I really don't want to sit down".
All the way to the field, I forgot to look at her pig, and I couldn't help thinking a lot about her while doing farm work.
I feel that when I was a child, Third Grandma was like this. When I grew up, she was still like this.