Grandfather is reading a genealogy.
Grandparents always like to quarrel, no matter when. Grandma has a strong personality and is very talkative. Sometimes she can talk with a strange old woman in the street for hours, while my grandfather is gentle and quiet, and often just listens to us silently. Therefore, although grandpa loses almost every time in the verbal confrontation with grandma, we children are particularly close because of our competent listener status. Sometimes grandma talks so much that even we children think she is unreasonable. She often secretly defends grandpa, and Tucao grandma always bullies him.
Not only that, when I was a child, I always felt that my grandfather was more or less dissatisfied with my grandmother until one night. It was a festival, and adults held a banquet in the hotel to celebrate. Perhaps influenced by the lively and eager atmosphere, grandpa was happy for a while and drank a few more cups. A little embarrassed, so I helped him to rest in the next room. I was afraid to leave him alone, so I stayed with him all the time. I wonder if adults talk too much when they drink too much. My grandfather starts talking endlessly, and I occasionally calm him down.
Grandparents are watching TV.
Suddenly, my grandfather talked about my grandmother for some reason. He took my hand up and held it tightly, as if lost in memory, and bowed his head and said calmly, "Don't you think my grandmother is too fierce? When we were young, our age was not good, and my temper was always weak. I can't make up my mind. Many foreigners came to bully our family, almost robbed our house and land, and there were your father and their children at home, which was almost impossible to feed. Your grandmother didn't deal with people until she was cornered. You are tough, and no one dares to bully you. " He paused and then said, "Thanks to her all these years."
When I said that last sentence, I thought I heard a little crying. It turned out that my grandfather always knew what we thought of my grandmother in secret. Although he never got a chance to explain it to us, he kept it in his heart. In his mind, grandma is a brave and smart woman: she can compete with others outside and take care of her family at home. I guessed in my heart that if grandma could hear this, she would not want to quarrel with grandpa. But on second thought, maybe an occasional bickering is the only way for them to get along. Neither my grandmother nor my grandfather took these bickering words to heart. They just spent the rest of their time arguing.
Grandpa's peanuts smell good.
I also remembered one thing afterwards. One winter, my grandmother took our children to school in the town, while my grandfather took care of farm work in the village. Although it's only a few miles away, my grandmother calls my grandfather on her old computer every night. The content of the phone call was just telling my grandfather repeatedly to close the henhouse, feed the dog, weed and fertilize ... I was still puzzled at that time. Doesn't my grandfather know these little things? As for calling every day?
Until one night, grandma didn't get through to grandpa. She was a little nervous from the beginning to the end, and called several uncles one by one to see if grandpa's phone could be connected. I was busy for a while, but I didn't get through. Grandma changed her clothes and told us not to go out. Then she went out with a flashlight to find the town's second uncle and asked him to ask some people to accompany him back to his hometown. I think it's already one o'clock in the evening, and it's even two o'clock when they walk back.
The food cooked by my grandfather is very delicious.
According to my second uncle's later memories, when I went back to my hometown that night, I saw that the light on the second floor was still on, the sound of the TV kept ringing, and the door downstairs was locked, but no one responded when I called grandpa. As time went on, everyone was worried that something had happened to his grandfather. My second uncle started calling the locksmith. However, when I saw that the grandmother on the side was not obvious, I silently picked up the hoe lying in the yard and began to smash the door. After three or two times, I broke it open. The second uncle said that he froze when he looked at it.
Things ended well. My grandfather just worked too much and drank a few glasses of white wine that day, so the TV and lights were still on and he didn't hear everyone's calls and shouts.
In the end, of course, it was because of this that Grandpa was repeatedly scolded by Grandma. Just looking back now, how hard you scold is how worried you are.
I feel a warm current in my heart. I squatted down and looked at grandpa's expression carefully. He leaned back in his chair and fell asleep. The whole person looks a little tired. I thought: after so many years, we may be wrong about grandma. Only my grandfather knows my grandmother best in the world, and they will be inseparable in this life.
There is a lot of sugar in the soybean milk made by my grandfather.
In the later days, they often quarreled, but grandpa still beat grandma. The difference is that every time I see it again, I am no longer filled with indignation, but more just a knowing smile. Later, I went out to study and never saw them again.
I suddenly missed grandpa the other day. I guess they called at dinner time. After a while, he connected the phone. During the chat, he said that he was still on his way to pick up his grandmother. I failed. I looked at my mobile phone and it showed that it was 8: 35 pm. I have some doubts: "Why is Grandma not at home so late?"
His voice suddenly amplified: "doesn't your grandmother like square dancing?" Every day when it gets dark (dialect, when it is getting dark), I go dancing in town with a group of her little sisters. I bring the chicken back every day, and I pick her up around this time. When I approached (which means walking in dialect), they had almost finished dancing, and then I went back to cook and have a snack. "I don't know if it's because I heard my voice or because I'm about to receive my grandmother. There was a hint of obvious irrepressible happiness in his voice. Although it sounds like complaining, it is hard to hide a trace of pride and pride in the tone.
Grandparents are watching TV.
On the other end of the phone, I imagined the 80-year-old grandfather walking a few miles with a flashlight in the dark moonlight to pick up his grandmother, and imagined them bickering all the way back to the village in the soft moonlight. I don't know why, but I was suddenly moved.