Qing Hui, surnamed Zheng, was born in 1937. She is my grandmother.

Her hometown is Zhengjiawan, opposite the gate, and Niujiashan, where she lived for decades, is only separated by a stream and walks for more than 21 minutes.

She didn't read a book, went to a literacy school after liberation for a while, married from Zhengjiawan to Niujiashan when she was young, and raised five children, including six grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

She has never gone out to work in her life, and the kitchen and family are the posts she once held.

the name qinghui is very elegant and elegant. But her other name is the loudest in our family, called "yao, Ye 'er", which was named by our younger generation. "Yao yer" in Sichuan dialect describes that a person pays great attention to appearance and dress, which is the opposite of "simplicity". When I was a child, I once seriously pondered which two words "Yao yer" were, namely "enchanting" or "enchanting". Later, I felt that "enchanting" was more appropriate, "enchanting" was static, "enchanting" was a little dynamic, and a beautiful woman dressed up and waving to you was ready to come.

Qing Hui's "coquetry" is manifested in her emphasis on her own image. She likes beautiful clothes. She is always happy when her children buy her clothes on holidays. She usually goes shopping and looks at clothes herself. She used to be a frequent visitor to Wu's cheongsam in Xuedao Street, the ancient city. If you want to go out, Qinghui will take off the cooking clothes she wears at home, put on her satisfactory clothes, comb her hair, straighten every part of her clothes and pants, button up the highest button of her shirt, and check everything correctly before going out.

Qinghui's hair is often meticulously combed. Her daughters laugh at her hair because it is "a fly on a crutch", which means that if a fly accidentally lands on her head, it will have to lean on a crutch, otherwise it will slip.

Not only wearing clothes, Qinghui once taught me "the secret of showing youth": "Keep your back straight and your teeth good, so that people will not show old easily." She said that she pays special attention to the maintenance of her back and teeth. I remember when I was a child, I saw Qing Hui chewing raw peanuts during meals. She said raw peanuts can supplement nutrition.

my grandfather is also particular about being beautiful and enchanting. In summer, he has several sets of long cloth pants of the Republic of China style, and wears leather pants in winter. The two old people are very energetic when they go out.

In the mouth of her daughters, Qinghui's character is mostly said to be timid. When Qing Hui was young, she was still an agricultural cooperative. During the day, she had to work in the production team to earn work points, and the work in her house could only be piled up at night. She didn't dare to sift rice alone in the backyard dam at night, so she called a baby to stand beside her and accompany her. She sifted rice until midnight. At that time, my grandfather was teaching in Chongqing and was not at home. )

she doesn't compete very much either. It is said that her mother-in-law, that is, my grandfather's mother, is very general to Qinghui, the eldest daughter-in-law, because she is partial to her second son and also to her second daughter-in-law. She didn't resist either.

I've never seen Qing Hui quarrel with anyone. Only once, my third aunt didn't get along with her husband at that time, and they divorced. My third aunt's mother-in-law was unreasonable, and Qinghui had a quarrel with each other with me at the age of seven or eight.

besides saying that she is timid, her daughters also say that she is slow and slow. But Qing Hui has never actually delayed anything. Whether it's housework and raising children, or later coming to my little daughter's house to cook and take care of her granddaughter, she has always been conscientious and can't get off the line of fire with minor injuries. Many times we asked her to play in the mountains, and she said that she would cook for her daughter-in-law or that Ruirui would come back from school. Sometimes we joke: "You didn't carry the pot on your back, so tell them to cook it." She didn't respond to the joke, but said firmly, "No. Don't play. " , or "no, come in two days."

But Qinghui loves to play, and she is much better adapted to traveling than I expected. Before we went to Wuhou Temple, she would look at the buildings and statues carefully and ask many questions. At the foot of Xiling Snow Mountain, her age and physical condition can't take the cableway. In fact, she especially wants to go to the mountain to have a look, which is quite regrettable.

However, when we were in Huashuiwan, we all went to soak in the hot springs in the pool. She put on her bathing suit and stood by the pool and refused to get off. She kept calling us back because she thought that so many people were soaking, "It's too dirty for me to go in".

Because my grandfather is a chef, Qinghui's cooking is not very good in my impression. Later I discovered that it was my prejudice that influenced me. Qinghui actually cooks very well. She cooks all the usual dishes at home, and she cooks all the big dishes and small dishes well. Moreover, she has her own specialty items: "kang bun" and "pickled bean curd noodles" There are three kinds of steamed buns on her kang: soft pancakes, oil spinners and meat pouches. Soft pancakes are made by directly pouring the batter into a large iron pan and adding oil to stir-fry into small pieces of cakes. The noodles are tender, the taste is soft and the edges of the cakes are slightly burnt, which is very suitable for white porridge. The oil spinner is a round thousand-layer cake, which tastes more chewy. Pork buns are my favorite. Choose a little thin bacon in the fertilizer, cut it into thin rectangles, wrap it in batter, put it in a pot, and fry it on both sides until it turns yellow. The oil and fragrance of bacon were absorbed by the flour. When I eat, I always use chopsticks to open a hole in the meat pouch, take the meat out and throw it to my grandfather, only eating the pouch.

The pickled bean curd noodles she cooked were once my homesickness when I was in college. When you think about hometown dishes outside, you will miss sauerkraut, pickled peppers and tofu pudding. So when I make a phone call, I will say that when I go home after the holiday, I will eat the pickled bean curd noodles cooked by her.

Qing Hui is one of my close nurturers. My relationship with her is a bit complicated.

My parents and I have been living with my grandparents. Until I graduated from junior high school, my grandmother went to menstruation's house and my grandfather went to Huangtupo to open a farmhouse, and this kind of living together ended.

When I was a child, I felt that Qinghui didn't like me very much, and we had many contradictions. She will be very happy and kind when her sisters and brothers go home. And we will have some conflicts when we get along day and night.

For example, once my brother and sister and I were playing in the back door, and there happened to be a bucket of water there, so we played games and spilled half of it. Qinghui came to see me, blaming me for not bringing my head and wasting water. I was very angry and said in anger, then I'll pick a bucket back. At that time, I was still in primary school. It rained that day, and the mud slipped on the road. I ran to the well with a bucket of water, but I couldn't carry it at all. I crustily skin of head and carried waves, leaving only half a bucket of water at home.

Another time, I was in primary school. I had a good time at home during the weekend holiday, jumping around like a monkey, jumping over every stone and threshold at home. As a result, when I jumped on the kitchen threshold, it happened that the chickens at home were pecking at the threshold. I didn't have time to brake, so I jumped over and stepped on a chicken's neck, and it died directly on the spot. . . . . . I pretended to be calm when I was in trouble, thinking about not disturbing Qinghui, who was cooking at the kitchen stove, and thinking about how to destroy the body. I plan to carry the chicken around the kitchen to the toilet and throw it directly in. As a result, Qing Hui just came out of the back door of the kitchen when she was about to throw it in. She ran into me and scolded me ~

There should be many such things. Anyway, when I was a child, I was naughty and had big ideas, so I was not very easy to deal with. I also think that Qinghui is good to her sisters and brothers, but not good enough for me.

It was not until I went to boarding school in senior high school that my aunt's home was close to my school. I lived in her home for a year before I saw the virtue of Qinghui. She gets up at five o'clock every morning, starts to cook breakfast for the whole family, cooks porridge, goes out to buy steamed buns, sets the breakfast on the table before 7 o'clock, and waits for the students who go to work and go to school to get up and eat breakfast. I study by myself at 11: 41 in the evening and get home at 11: 11. She will buy me a fluffy bread every morning and let me eat it when I get home at night before going to bed. Qing Hui often asks me what I like to eat before cooking. Sometimes I don't pay attention to eating, and she will observe which dish I put more on the table and continue to cook next time. When we eat, she always calls everyone: eat this, eat that and bring us food. No matter how repeatedly we make it clear that we won't be polite or restrained, we will be full, and she can't stop making arrangements.

She and menstruation went out for a midnight snack. There was sago dew in the night market. She thought it was delicious, so she packed it for me and put it in the refrigerator. On weekends and holidays, my sister and I sleep in, and Qinghui and grandpa carry two insulated barrels. According to the answers we asked on the first day, we go to the beef noodle restaurant to pack beef noodles for us or go to the powder restaurant to pick up powder and ask us to eat.

In recent years, my aunt and my mother have often cooked all kinds of complicated delicacies, and invited everyone to eat them. Once I asked her, don't you bother? She said: you are all busy at work, and we can't help you. Let's get more delicious food for you.

This is probably the inheritance of Qing Hui.

Qinghui's heart has left atrial ventricular enlargement, and she is too old to operate. At the beginning of last year, she felt uncomfortable and put up with it for a few days before saying anything. After being sent to the hospital, the doctor was shocked: "The old man's family, his blood pressure is 1.91, and Lang Kai just came to the hospital now."

After leaving the hospital, Qinghui couldn't hold chopsticks in her hand and stayed in bed. She sits on the sofa all day during the day. I watched TV with relish at first, but then I stopped watching TV, which was too noisy.

after lying down for a while, she walked slowly underground. Menstruation pulled her: "See if you can walk from the curb to the front today."

She answered quickly, "Don't ask for that skill."

In summer, she had recovered well, and she was able to eat by herself and walk independently for longer than before. Every afternoon when the sun is about to set, she also knocks on the door of her uncle next door and goes out by car to see the scenery. But one day she didn't pay attention when she went down the street, and fell down. Nanny and others happened to be busy with other things and didn't have time to hold her. She began to sit for a long time again, and became a person who didn't like eating very much and was inactive.

In the past, the man who stuck to his post and couldn't get out of the line of fire, quickly gave up the requirements for himself and his life and frankly admitted that he "didn't ask for that skill."

The former "Zheng Yaoyao" has completely disappeared. She stopped combing her hair and became unwilling to take a bath. When giving her a bath, my mother turns on the shower head switch, so as to avoid splashing water in her eyes, she will hold her hand in front of her eyes. Every time I heard the sound of a bath, when her daughter's hand reached her eyes, Qinghui began to shed tears.

she became like a child and didn't want to do anything by herself. Like a big mushroom growing on the sofa, it is silent all day. Time seems to have lost its meaning to her.

She began to have symptoms of Alzheimer's disease. Sometimes she knew this person, and sometimes she didn't. Once she was in the supermarket, an acquaintance asked her, "How many grandchildren do you have?" She said, "I know (I don't know)."

"Who's the boss?" Acquaintances have questions.

"The eldest is Langwa."

"second child?"

"The second child is Yan Yan."

"I'm afraid of robbery. Lao Erlangkai is Yan Yan. Which one is it? "

she can't remember.

Our younger generation chatted and joked that the meal that Qinghui is eating now is Schrodinger's meal. When you ask her if she has eaten, most of her answers "no", and sometimes she says, "It seems like eating."

Some time ago, she often looked at a corner of the room and shouted, "Mom. Hey, hey Mom. Hey, hey. "

I asked my mother, "Did her mother come to see her?"

she said, "who knows?"

"who is she?"

"I don't know. She is so beautiful. "

Last Mid-Autumn Festival, I went home and went into the house with my uncle to see her. My uncle asked her, "Do you know which one this is?"

she looked at me and didn't recognize me.

"it's Wewe Chan. Wewe Chan came back from Shanghai. " My uncle said.

She said, "Oh, Wewe Chan, back from Shanghai."

I chat with her. After a few words, I turned my phone to show her the photos of my mother and me on their summer trip. She looked at it and said, "Well, I know, there is such a thing."

I explained each photo to her, and as I talked, I turned to a photo, and she suddenly looked at me and said, "How fast I ran at that time, at that time."

I was stunned. She probably mistook the person in the photo for herself.

"Well, you ran fast at that time."

Postscript: When I was young, I was very interested in everything, and I would listen to adults telling stories about ghosts and gods. Qinghui told me about seeing dragons when she was a child. Once she followed the adults to wash clothes in the river ditch, and as a result, there was a heavy rain and it rained all over the place. In the rain and fog, a dragon flew into the river. That's the big snake on the mountain, which has become a dragon. Adults also took her and shouted: "Send the Dragon King to the sea and send Longhai to the sea."

I wonder if Qing Hui, who is wandering, will think of these interesting things when she was a child.