She remembered that she was six years old that year.
Her parents went out to work, and when she was young, she was left to live with her grandparents. She didn't like her grandmother. She felt that her grandmother, who kept a straight face all day, was like a villain on TV, while her grandfather was a warrior who would save her from danger every time. Therefore, she likes her grandfather, who will never be fierce or scold her, but will only love and hurt her. Of course, there is another reason, that is, grandpa can cook porridge and sweet potato porridge, and it has an unspeakable taste of singing.
She remembered that she was nine years old that year.
After eating sweet potato porridge for so long, grandpa finally agreed to take her to dig sweet potatoes in the sweet potato field under her pleading.
At first, Grandpa asked her to watch, and she was not allowed to come to the field, saying that the field was dirty and unsafe, so she stood on the ground. Then she watched Grandpa put the bag down, put on sandals, picked up a hoe, and parted some vines and leaves. She just played for a while with blue flowers that were rarely seen on weekdays. When she looked up again, many sweet potatoes had emerged in the sweet potato field.
Later, grandpa thought she was too bored, so he asked her to pick up melons with a bag. Seeing that there were more and more sweet potatoes in the field, she was anxious and didn't do it. Grandpa had no choice but to let her, and she was not much taller than a hoe. She learned to find the vine roots and dig them down. Hey ... Only half of them were cut out, and the tender sweet potato meat was exposed to the air, and the surrounding soil was soaked and ran. Only then did she realize that digging melons was also a technical job.
"Ha ha ....." On the way home, she smiled very happily, while Grandpa followed her with two baskets of sweet potatoes, his mouth was upturned and his eyes were full of love.
"No, no! I just want to drink sweet potato porridge! " She pushed away grandma's cooked noodles and spoiled grandpa. Grandma walked away unhappily, and grandpa walked away without saying anything. When I came back, I had a bowl of sweet potato porridge in my hand like a magician. She smiled through tears and gulped down the porridge cooked by her grandfather.
The moon outside the window is curved and beautiful, as beautiful as grandpa's smile when he looks at her.
It was the first day of school, and she was praised at the meeting for her excellent performance. She looked at the award in her hand and thought that the first person she wanted to share her joy with was Grandpa. She hummed the songs that Grandpa taught her when she was a child and ran home with joy. However, before entering the house, she heard a cry.
Grandpa left and died of a sudden illness!
The award in her hand was weak. It floated down in such a dazzling color that her eyes hurt. Tears can't stop flowing.
She clearly remembers drinking her porridge before going out in the morning. She didn't have time to tell him how great his granddaughter was. She hasn't told him yet. How much she missed him when she left him, even when she was growing up, she didn't say to her personally, "Grandpa, your porridge is the best porridge in the world!" "
There is nothing before, but nothing can be but memories.
When she grew up, she drank many kinds of sweet potato porridge, but none of them tasted like grandpa's.
That smell has been deeply in her heart and can't be washed away.
Because that's the taste of grandpa's love!