The last mark my grandfather left me was that through the window, I saw his rickety old figure gradually blurred and faded away, watching him drift away until he disappeared. I never thought that this scene turned out to be my last parting with him in this life.
I used to be young and frivolous, mistakenly thinking that every time I got together and left, it was the same as before. Next time, I can say, "Grandpa, I'm back!" " He always smiles and says, "My little grandson has finally come back. Come to grandpa. " He patted me on the shoulder every time, squeezed my hand with calloused hands, and complained and said lovingly, "You must have lost a lot of weight at school after going out for half a year." Today, my grandfather told you to kill a chicken and stew a soup to make up for it. " After that, be caring and attentive. In his eyes, I will always be a child who needs to be taken care of, a little slug who pesters him to tell stories. Even though he is too old to walk with crutches, he still feels that his little grandson needs his shelter and dependence.
From the moment I packed my bags, left my hometown and went to school in a foreign land, my time with my grandfather was numbered. I can only go home once or twice a year in winter and summer vacations. Others can only hear his hoarse voice on the phone. The most frequently asked question is: "My dear grandson, how long will it take you to come back?" Grandma teased him and said, "How many days has my grandson only been in school? Why did you ask him for a long time? Look at your old man's memory! " As he grew older, grandpa became more and more forgetful and cared more and more about his wandering children and grandchildren.
Grandma said that grandpa's memory is getting worse and worse, and he often can't remember where to put things. Sometimes he can even sit and watch TV and doze off, leaning against the door in a daze when nothing happens. Every Friday, when I see students passing by the door with schoolbags on their backs, Grandpa always habitually looks around the courtyard dam, mistakenly thinking that I can run to him like a runaway wild horse, swinging my schoolbag and shouting: Grandpa, I have a holiday again, give me a glass of water quickly. At that time, he would always say happily: Come on, the honey water on the table is ready, just waiting for you to come back. The meeting time is always so beautiful. I can still feel grandpa's coquetry love when I recall it. In front of him, I can be carefree and lazy without being urged to do my homework.
When I was a child, my parents were busy making a living and often went out early and returned late. When I got out of my lonely bed in the morning, they had left the door. I had to run to my grandfather's house and say, "Grandpa, I'm hungry!" " "Grandpa hurried to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of hot poached eggs and said sadly," It's a good thing I kept it for you, or my lovely grandson would be hungry. Starting from tomorrow, you will come to grandpa's house for breakfast! "I immediately came to the spirit, smiled and said to grandpa, well, you should put more sugar in your poached eggs in the future. This bowl is not sweet at all! Grandpa was amused by me at once and said cheerfully to his grandmother, "Remember to put more bowls for your grandson in the future! "This sweet childhood is fresh in my memory, as if time had not gone far.
And dragons, after playing and chasing sweat during the day, will disperse the heat during the day in summer nights and occasionally cool down. At this time, everyone will move to the cool chair and enjoy the cool in the yard, while grandpa is on the side, gently shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand to drive away mosquitoes for a group of children. Crickets in the corner sing songs on summer nights, responding to the calls of their companions one after another; The small towel gourd hidden under the grape trellis is quietly crawling its vines; The night sky is full of stars, and the bright full moon sheds gentle moonlight, which sets off the tranquility of the night. Such a leisurely long night is naturally accompanied by grandpa's magical story.
At that time, grandpa was still so talkative, always telling stories of ups and downs, which was thrilling. I have been mischievous and calm down instantly, eagerly looking forward to it, so that my grandfather can finish the whole story and don't miss the ending of the story because it's time to go to bed. At that time, I was most worried about hearing grandpa's boring mantra "this!" Once these three words come out of his mouth, it means that the story time is over. We can only wait until tomorrow to know how her Taijun led the Yangmen women to fight against the enemy after arriving in Liao. The queen mother knows how the seven fairies will make things difficult for the seven fairies after they come down to earth privately and combine with Yong Dong Xianfan. ...
Sometimes I can't help pestering my grandfather to finish. Grandpa sighed and said, "The story is still long and there is still more time. Why are you in such a hurry? Life is full of hope. This is what your ancestors told me before. Now I tell you, I hope you can understand it one day. " Maybe I was young at that time, knowing that I couldn't beat Grandpa, I could only nod in a daze and go back with tears in my eyes: Well, then you must tell me tomorrow, did her Taijun save her son Yang Liulang? "As for what he told me to remember at that time, until today, I slowly understood it, but I couldn't hear it anymore.
After I went to college, I left my grandfather for half a year. Only during the winter and summer vacations can I get together briefly, listen to him chanting, watch TV dramas with him, move a bench in the winter when the sunshine is rare, enjoy the warmth of the sunshine on my face lazily, and show my undisguised childlike innocence in front of my grandfather as usual. I told him about my fatigue on the first night on the train, the joy of seeing the sea for the first time, watching the surging waves and the waves coming from afar ... I described what I saw outside. Grandpa has a dead leaf cigarette in his mouth and a magnetic cup full of coarse tea in his hand. He looked heavy and asked hesitantly, The Na Pianhai you saw in Fujian used to be Taiwan Province Province! I definitely nodded: "Yes, sometimes the weather is fine, and you can see the house over there!" " Hearing this, he looked disappointed and murmured, "I'll never see you again in my life, Joe!" " "
Grandpa was born in that turbulent era, and he could have enjoyed the care of his parents in all aspects. Unfortunately, a sudden change made him end his happy childhood memories early: at the age of eight, Joe was dragged into adulthood, leaving his lonely great-grandmother to support the family's livelihood. Grandpa had to help his great-grandmother and take care of his siblings since he was a child. He never went to school again and became a cowherd boy of the landlord's family, standing at the entrance of the village and looking out. Grandpa had been waiting, but time passed inadvertently until he got married and had children, and his temples were gray, and he didn't expect Joe's return at the village entrance. The image left by Azu to Grandpa is becoming more and more sparse and vague, and even gradually becomes a symbol of the ceremony, but he always believes that Azu is still alive, because when Azu left, he promised that he would come back alive.
"He will definitely come back alive." It is this simple sentence that turned my great-grandmother from a young woman in her thirties into a wrinkled old woman. She has worked hard to bring up her children, and she looks old by herself. Until her death, she didn't expect Joe to come back! On my deathbed, I confided the last sentence of my life with difficulty: wait! The last sentence of this sentence made grandpa cry like rain, and sadness came from it. Great-grandmother's life is very difficult. Relying on herself, when the building was about to collapse, she propped up a foothold that could shelter from the wind and rain with her weak shoulders. With little feet, she made up her mind that as long as Azu didn't come back, the room where they met the bride wouldn't be contaminated with dust. After the death of his great-grandmother, grandpa resisted the pressure of his people and did not set his ancestral grave next to his grave. He inherited his great-grandmother's inheritance and continued to wait. Even if the chance is slim, he will stick to the expectation of reunion.
At that time, the news that the Taiwan Province provincial authorities opened veterans to visit relatives in the mainland was broadcast on TV in turn. During that time, grandpa was very happy. He imagined that Azu might be driving a boat, crossing the strait blocked by the bay, finding his own route to leave and returning to his long-lost hometown. One day, two days, grandpa looked forward to it, still as eager as when he was a child, but the child standing at the entrance of the village with a runny nose lost the fragility of his childhood, and he also became a strict father, guarding the peace of a family. He never gave up, always thought he was lucky enough to see the familiar figure of his childhood and called to his face: Dad, you are back!
Ruthless years left traces of old age on grandpa, his hands were covered with calluses, his rheumatic legs hurt when it rained, his body became more and more rickety, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper. Day, night, time passed like this; Spring, summer, autumn and winter, time just shakes; In the past, in the future, time just shakes; Time passed in a hurry, taking away grandpa's youth, his original clear childhood memories and even his original hopes. Suddenly found himself really old; He often forgets to pack his things. He always says the same thing many times. He often calls his elder sister-in-law but doesn't know what to say. He also gradually became sentimental and fragile. After the Chinese New Year, he watched everyone go out again, and looked at the empty room and secretly wiped his tears.
In the year when Grandpa suffered a stroke and was paraplegic, his slightly recovered grandfather took the whole family to the grave of his great-grandmother, led them to the grave, kowtowed solemnly for three times and said sadly, "Mom, I'm afraid I can't wait for Dad!" May you forgive me in the name of God. "After that, Grandpa slowly accepted the cruel fact that he would never see Azur again in this life. Whenever Azu was born, Grandpa would buy paper money for Azu to burn.
Years have smoothed the rough life, suffering has destroyed the strength of stubbornness, and illness has diluted the stubbornness. Grandpa slowly relieved everything, including the expectations he had since childhood. He accepted the disappointment from life, the pain brought by years, the wrinkles on his face engraved the hardships and heaviness of his grandfather's journey, how many joys and sorrows were hidden under his turbid eyes, and the scarred shoulders witnessed the hardships of his family's burden. He walked through the most miserable 60' s when he didn't have enough to eat and clothes, only to see his relatives hungry and swollen, and suddenly he fell down and was helpless.
I experienced the craziest and scariest 1970s, and I was exhausted by criticism every time. Because of the far-fetched reason why Azu joined the Kuomintang team, he was criticized as a "black five-category child" by his familiar neighbors ... How many times he tossed and turned in the dark and left home with hope the next day. In my opinion, the hero not only returned home in triumph, but also was kept in the dark. Grandpa is undoubtedly a hero who shows the charm of human nature in the ordinary in my heart.
Since I entered the university and came to the city, and entered another world of life, the familiar villages and close local accents seem to be gradually becoming distant and vague. Only my grandfather's kind face and old figure have been lingering in my heart, or maybe I am vaguely worried that one day he will suddenly leave me, so I always try to remember the bits and pieces of gathering with him.
Until one day, my father called and heard a sad sentence: "Your grandfather is gone!" " I suppressed all the accumulated thoughts and pains. At that moment, Cheng couldn't help shedding tears from her eyes. I blame myself for choosing to study abroad, how much less time I spent with him, and I didn't even see him for the last time. Father said: Grandpa seems to be dying in do or die, waiting for his favorite grandson-even if he can't say goodbye to him, he can still hold his still warm palm and touch his still beating chest. At that moment, he couldn't express himself, but stared at the door with his eyes still open and closed ... Hearing this, he couldn't help but destroy the pain in his heart.