As soon as summer comes, the weather suddenly becomes sultry. Fortunately, the wind blowing from the sea is still cold and hot, which calms my heart.

There is a bubble of dahongpao from last year, which was turned out in my tea drawer. There is also an old teapot, maroon and purple sand.

I feel very moved. Take these two things out, rinse the old pot with clear water first, and then soak it in boiling water. After the crane bathes, pour the tea in.

This pot is old and has a story; Seeing it, I can't help thinking of some old things.

Tea is old and still fragrant.

one

Grandpa left when I was one year old. I don't remember him. I have seen his picture, and it is still in my parents' old photo album.

He looks like his eldest son, my grandfather. He is square, broad-faced, burly, bearded, with long eyebrows, wearing a blue cotton robe and sitting on the bench in the middle. On both sides are four sons in military uniforms and Chinese tunic suits. They are all tall and handsome, but they are not as awe-inspiring as the old man's brow.

On the left, the boss, my grandfather; Next to my second grandfather, dressed in the national revolutionary army uniform (later sacrificed and buried in Jinan Martyrs Cemetery); Three grandfathers and four grandfathers in Chinese tunic suits on the right. Now only four grandfathers are alive, in nursing homes. Later, I asked my grandfather how he dressed like a traitor in the movie. My grandfather said with a smile that the intelligence agent of the travel team must be so invisible to confuse the fish.

My son often listens to my grandfather's stories, which are very secret. I don't know if they are true or not. I suspect that my grandfather made it up to scare me. For example, grandpa picked up this old pot to drink tea and poured me a cup. He said that your great-grandfather had a strange pot, which twisted wine on the left and tea on the right.

I picked up my teacup and grandpa's teacup, tasted it and stared at the old pot with wide eyes.

Grandpa smoothed his white beard on his chest and smiled. The dark black beads are very similar to the longan embedded in the tap of your great grandfather's cane. I'm not talking about this pot, but an ordinary teapot, which makes tea delicious and useless. Your great grandfather's pot was a secret device, used to deal with bad people. ?

Can the pot still deal with the bad guys? How to deal with it?

Grandpa said that the pot was filled with non-toxic drinks and toxic drinks. How do you deal with bad people?

Oh, I see. How to pour it? The pot has only one belly. How can you hold two kinds of water?

Grandpa blinked: the mystery lies in the handle of the pot. You will understand when you grow up.

When I was a little older, I did see or write such a story about a dry Kun pot. Then, I remembered the pot my grandfather told me about, and I always thought it was made up.

Some things, whether true or not, have the charm of being remembered, whether things or people.

two

Downstairs in Xiamen, grandpa is wearing white cotton cloth and lying on a bamboo couch. I don't know what he is doing. Understand the heat-understand the heat- Fall asleep in the sound. Next to the small red lacquered square table, in the wooden tea tray, there are still the old pot and four inverted teacups with the same ribbon bent handles.

I'm done playing outside. I came in with sweat on my face. I grabbed the old pot and poured it into my mouth. My waking grandfather gave me a fanning fan and sighed. If your great-grandfather sees you, he will turn pale with anger. ?

I copied a small bamboo chair and sat next to my grandfather, begging him to tell me his story.

Say: Your great-grandfather had a gourd. If you pour a pot of wine in, it will keep dripping. In winter, your great-grandfather always took it to hunt in the mountains, especially when the mountains were closed by heavy snow. It's a day up the hill. If you drink a cold drink, you will be warm and not cold at all. Every time I come back, I always get something.

Once, your great-grandfather found a fox with shiny fur, and it was probably foraging outside. A hundred paces away, the two confronted each other. Your great-grandfather had a habit of always taking a sip of wine before shooting the prey he found, which seemed very courageous.

So habitually, your great-grandfather picked up the gourd and took a sip, but he poured it for a long time without a drop of wine. Too late to doubt, throw the gourd aside and shoot the prey. The gun is dumb and there is no gunpowder?

The fox across the street lay there, quietly watching your great-grandfather's every move, while your great-grandfather was puzzled with a gun. In a whoosh, it was gone.

Your great-grandfather sat in the snow in chagrin, picked up the gourd and shook it for a long time, but there was still no drop of wine; Come to think of it quietly, the gun has been filled with gunpowder for a long time, and the wine I just packed when I went out hasn't been fired or taken a sip.

However, your great-grandfather still wants to know why. From then on, he hung the gun and gourd on the wall and never moved again.

Who was your great grandfather? !

three

Who's Grandpa?

I really don't know, but one or two things about my grandfather left in my childhood memory are really mysterious. The following story is also hearsay, believe it or not.

Grandfather and fox are friends.

Later, I saw Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. In Pu Ningjian's works, fox spirits are all kinds and have more love than others, but all readers use their fabrications to taste their meaning. I'm dubious. It's really because of my great-grandfather.

It was my grandfather who told me that my grandfather became attached to Fox Fairy by chance and took medicine for Shili people. The patient's family came to ask for medicine and described the patient's condition in front of my grandfather. My grandfather sent his friends to visit him, and when he came back, he drugged his palm. Nine times out of ten, the patient recovered after taking it, thus achieving his mysterious reputation and good luck.

There are also those who don't believe in evil, saying that my grandfather is mystifying and fooling the people to support their families. Grandpa doesn't defend himself, but mutters to himself in front of a busybody? Mr. Fox, I'm under suspicion. Please show me your paws.

Grandpa said, when grandpa finished, he put his big hand in front of everyone and everyone stared. At first, there was nothing else in his hand. Suddenly, a fox's fur paw came into view, and everyone was frightened. Take it from now on.

Grandpa also said that one day, the neighbor angrily came to settle accounts with grandpa, saying that his chicken was lost in the middle of the night, and it must be the fault of grandpa's fox. If you say no, you will set fire to such a hateful neighbor.

So, grandpa stood in the yard and scolded sharply: I asked you to stay at my house to eat and drink, not to bother me. If you do such a shameful thing that I can't hold my head in front of my neighbors, then our friendship will stop here!

Grandpa said that the neighbor came to report that his chicken had come back the next day. Since then, the whole village has never lost a chicken.

Grandfather not only treats diseases and prescribes medicines, but also knows Feng Shui, especially house Feng Shui. But he never said which house he walked through to see where it was inappropriate. He just knocked on the ground three times with his cane and left. My grandfather, who was born in party member, said that it probably has nothing to do with the fox spirit, and my great-grandfather learned it. If the knocked family believes it, he will point the way; If not, he will remain silent.

Grandpa said, but before the disaster in their family came, the whole family was able to get away with it, probably because of my grandfather's friends. During the warlord melee, a gang of bandits composed of local ruffians and hooligans took a fancy to Grandpa's property and wanted to burn, kill and rob it overnight. But before that, grandpa suddenly gave the four brothers a bag of money to let them run for their lives, and he ran away and disappeared for a while, only saying that he would go to find them and leave him alone.

Grandpa first fled to his grandmother's house (here's a story about a young lady eloping with a long-term worker) to work as a long-term worker, then worked as a bodyguard at Qingdao Wharf. Later, he joined the Yimeng guerrillas until liberation, was assigned to this mountainous area to help villagers fight for land, and settled down here, and never returned to his home. My grandfather came to live with me and left when I was nine months old. Third Master joined the National Revolutionary Army first, and then became the * * * production party. Now buried in Jinan Jinniushan Martyrs Cemetery. I don't remember my second grandfather; Grandpa four was a national cadre after liberation. It is worth mentioning that all four brothers went to private schools for further study.

My grandfather died a year after I went to work, and I buried him back to my hometown ancestral grave according to my will. In the second year, Qingming and his mother went to visit grandpa's grave. As soon as he is a distant nephew, I will ask his cousin to receive him. When crossing the village, he pointed to an uninhabited old street and said, this street is your grandfather's home.

I wonder why no one lives there. What my cousin said made me dumbfounded, just like grandpa telling his story. He said that after listening to the old people in the village, those bandits who wanted to shoot and rob went crazy, and those who wore grandpa's fur coat soon died of strange diseases, so rumors spread everywhere that there was something evil in it, and gradually no one dared to set foot on this street again, until now it was empty. The elders said that, in fact, grandpa's loyal partner, his family of friends, lived there. I don't know if it's true or not.

Sometimes I really want to see if that old street is still there. I'd like to meet the descendants of his friends. I wonder if I can continue this past life relationship with them? !

As for what Grandpa and Cousin said, I'd like to borrow Pu Songling's friend's comments on the poem mentioned in Liaozhai to listen. It rained like silk in the bean shed. It is expected that people will be tired of talking, and they will like to listen to autumn grave ghosts singing poems (sometimes). ? Simply put.

four

There is a great-grandfather mystery, and I think of the mysterious things that my grandfather personally encountered.

In winter, when it snows heavily, I can't go out Learn from Lu Xun in the yard and set up bamboo baskets to buckle sparrows. People hid in my grandfather's house, and from time to time poured out a bowl of warm black tea from the old pot in the cotton pot cover and ate it.

Grandpa is always studying. In my personal impression, he always wears reading glasses and a shiny forehead. As soon as he saw a piece of paper with words written on it, he quickly touched his glasses, put them on and looked carefully. Every day after work, my father sends newspapers to grandpa's house, and the unit subscribes to reference news, People's Daily and Popular Daily.

He put it aside after reading it. I copied it conveniently in elementary school, and it was passable. Grandpa is busy pouring tea for me.

As soon as I put it down, I discussed with me the visits of some national leaders or some current events in the newspaper. I had a serious chat with grandpa. Later, my parents said that every time I walked outside and heard an old man and a young man whispering here, I secretly made fun of him because he was too old and too small, and he made a mistake and confused Britain, France, the United States and the Soviet Union. He also spoke with relish and was very funny.

But I think it's funny that Grandpa told me about his past experiences in war stories. The story my grandfather told me that day still has a strange aftertaste. Grandpa went to the mountains to send information to the guerrillas. In order to avoid the devil's interrogation, he walked at night.

In winter, on a dark night in the mountains, if there is no moon, it is dark all around and you can't see your fingers. I always feel ghosts, which makes my scalp numb and makes me tremble. I'm walking on thin ice.

Grandpa has always been famous for his bravery, so he usually gives fun run the job.

That night, grandpa was walking in the mountains, and there were only a few cold stars in the sky. The mountains around him are really like huge monsters, which makes people breathless.

Walking, suddenly there seems to be a pair of invisible hands in front of him, which makes grandpa who is used to nocturnal walking lose his judgment ability and subconsciously follow this force. At first, my grandfather didn't notice it, but under the traction of this invisible force, my grandfather has been turning in circles and turning around in the empty valley. My considerate grandfather felt bad and realized that he had met the legendary one? Shielding The elders say that invisible ghosts lead people to a dead end.

Grandpa recalled that grandpa said that the only way to deal with this kind of thing is to lie down and sleep on the spot, and it won't disappear until dawn in the east. There was a slight white light in the east, and my grandfather got up. I didn't know, but I was shocked at first sight. Just a step away from yourself, that is, the cliff that kills people. Before, my grandfather climbed a steep mountain road below, and everyone fell, absolutely smashed.

After listening to this story, I unconsciously got into grandpa's arms, and then it got dark, and the cat was in the house and never went out again.

My frightened appearance made my grandfather laugh, and my long white beard was shaking under my mouth.

Staring at the silver beard, I became evil. I pulled out my white beard while grandpa was dozing off. Grandpa can't even open his eyes, but if he wants to copy his hands, he will catch me one by one. When he catches me, he will grab my little hand and say, you are tit for tat, you don't enjoy happiness, you have to come out and grab happiness. Life! But yours is yours after all, not yours, and you can't take it away. ? I was born eight months ago, and I was short of maternal nutrition for two months, so I was weak and sick since I was a child.

Later, I learned that there was a mystery in grandpa's words.

Do I come out early to spend more time with my closest relatives?

I am always one step ahead of others, see through some things and feelings, always try my best to make it better, but it always backfires, leaving me with only a broken heart.

Later, after a bumpy mental journey, I finally learned to face the present world calmly, and everything is the best without deliberate efforts.

Even if you ignore a ghost, it can't stand you. What's more, the minor disasters on the road of life have passed for a long time, and the wind is light and the clouds are light.

Five, each generation of parents

The reason why I like drinking tea now seems to be due to my grandfather.

My mother said that my great-grandfather liked me very much. When I was eight months old, I was held in my great grandfather's arms. I was fat in vain and my hair was not long. ) The facial features and eyebrows are very similar to my grandfather, and my grandfather is very similar to my grandfather. So my grandfather held me in his left hand and a mirror in his right. I smiled with joy. Girl, it's impossible to have a cup of tea with grandpa. I am very happy. ?

Mom said that my little boy consciously held the teacup and tasted it with relish, but refused because of the bitterness of the tea. This move made my grandfather even happier, and he went into the house and gave me a baby. Of course, now that baby has been kept by me, a small jade pendant carved with coarse jade, the size of the back of the hand, dull in powder, gorgeous in color and exquisite in workmanship.

Grandpa said it would be shocking to hang on me all the time. When the danger of life comes, blow it to pieces, which will save the master's soul. I heard later that I felt a little mysterious, but my mother would rather believe it was incredible and let me take it with me until I grew up and had feelings, so I put it away carefully.

However, because of this object, the tall image of my great-grandfather was engraved in my mind in detail. When I remembered it, a warm current poured in.

There is also tea introduced by grandpa, which makes me taste delicious all the way. It is fashionable here, ridiculed by famous adults, and has become a mixed name for small tea drinkers.

However, what I regret now is that I was too young to discuss tea with my great-grandfather personally. Although there are some vicissitudes through time and space now, it seems that my great-grandfather on the other side of time and space will still be as merciful as when I was a child. Maybe he will sing a meaningful poem or two. Gan Kun is big in the pot, and the sun and the moon grow in the wine? Wait on the way, okay?

Even if all this is hearsay, I am satisfied.

Because I have this old pot, I still remember the happy time when I touched it when I was a child. It turns out that because of these references, I have a unique appearance today.

I just want to say that my life is a miracle, and having all this is God's love for me!

Author: Ma Jie

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