After the years of youth without regrets, we began to serialize various stories on the road of life. The death of relatives, the separation of friends... Gradually we began to grow up slowly and become
Looks like an adult.
At the age of 18, it blooms like a flower. Growing up, I saw that my grandpa’s only pleasure was sitting on the side of the road with a tape recorder, basking in the sun, and listening to storytelling. Looking into the distance with moist eyes, I once asked my grandpa, why
I like to listen to storytelling. My grandpa said that the stories in storytelling could not happen in reality. I didn’t understand the meaning of this sentence at the time. I just said, “Grandpa, you are so amazing! I don’t have the patience like you to be able to listen quietly.
"Listen to the storytelling." Grandpa looked at me and smiled but said nothing.
My mother told me that my grandpa lived a confused life because he had no parents or mother when he was three years old. No one knew when he was born. Grandpa was born to cry and was very emotional, so his children would be born on the Chinese Valentine's Day.
The day of the festival is designated as my grandpa’s birthday. He loves to shed tears by nature. He doesn’t want to see other people’s faults or wrongs. Grandpa has taken good care of me since I was a child and likes me very much. My mother gave birth to a son in order to have a son.
It’s my second child, but I’m still a girl. I grew up in my aunt’s and grandpa’s house since I was little, because my mother values boys over girls, and yes, it’s still the same now.
During those days when I lived at my grandpa’s house, my grandpa racked his brains to make delicious food for me every day. The only reason was that I was too thin. Although my grandpa had no father or mother when he was three years old, his brothers and sisters helped him a lot. Accurately.
It is said that my grandpa’s family raised my grandpa. He has always maintained a kind heart throughout his life. Every time I go to my grandpa’s house, there are delicious food. This is also the only pleasure of going to my grandpa’s house. There is no doubt that these are delicious
They were all left by the younger generation when they came to visit their elders. Of course, I was still young at that time, so I didn’t buy any delicious food for my grandpa.
Being able to drink Wangzai milk at that time was the happiest thing. I may not be able to absorb milk naturally, but every morning on my way to school, my grandpa would always put a bottle of Wangzai into my hand at the intersection.
I was told to drink all the milk on the road. I don’t know why, but I didn’t like what others asked me to eat, so I definitely wouldn’t eat it. But when my grandpa gave me something, I drank it involuntarily as if I was possessed.
I got up, but the more I drank, the more uncomfortable I became. This continued for a month. When my grandfather saw that I was getting thinner and thinner, he gave me two old hens to make chicken soup for me. My grandfather said that the soup made by these two old hens was the most nutritious.
I lived up to my grandpa’s wishes. I really drank it and vomited it out in the end...
My grandpa saw that I was getting thinner and thinner, so I returned home. During my junior high school life, I traveled back and forth between my grandpa's house, my aunt's house, and a shop. In the end, I went to Shenyang for the high school entrance examination.