I think a certain time, because the grandfather to the grandmother instructed a small thing did not work, grandmother has been there to read. The grandmother looked at the back of the grandfather hanging his head shivering and not dare to speak, like a flag of victory of the female general, more and more read more vigorously. Grandfather dared not say anything, turned around and left the door. I secretly follow the past, but saw my grandfather standing in the door corner, a person slightly stifled muttered: "She is fierce me again, do not do things fierce me, do things still fierce me." Looking forlorn like an aggrieved child, I felt that my grandmother was too much, but also felt that my grandfather was unusually cute.
Grandfather reading the family tree
Grandmother and grandfather always like to quarrel, no matter when. My grandmother was a strong, articulate and talkative woman who could talk for hours with a strange old woman on the street, while my grandfather was a gentle, soft-spoken man who was often silent and just listened to us. So although Grandpa lost almost every battle of words with Grandma, he was a good listener, which made him especially close to us kids. Sometimes Grandma talked so much that even we kids thought she was being unreasonable, and secretly we often fought for Grandpa, complaining that Grandma was always bullying him.
Not only that, when I was a child, I always felt that my grandfather had some resentment in his heart towards my grandmother, until one night. That day was a holiday, the adults in the hotel set up a banquet to celebrate, perhaps the lively and enthusiastic atmosphere of the influence of the grandfather was happy to drink more than a few cups. There are some on the face, I helped him to go to the side of the room to rest, do not dare to rest assured to leave him alone, I have been accompanied by his side. I don't know if adults who drink too much have too much to say, but my grandfather started to talk incessantly, and I occasionally tried to calm him down a few times.
Grandma and Grandpa were watching TV
Suddenly, for some reason, Grandpa started talking about Grandma. He pulled my hand up and held it tightly, and as if he was caught up in his memories, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Don't think that Grandma is too mean. When we were young, our age was not good, and I have always been relatively weak, can not grasp what ideas, many outsiders have come to bully our family, almost robbed our house and land, the family also has your father and their children, almost can not feed. Your grandmother had no choice but to deal with people. It's only when people are tough that no one dares to bully you." He paused for a moment and then continued, "All these years, it's still thanks to her."
I seemed to hear a hint of sobbing as he said those last words. It turned out that Grandfather had always known what we had secretly said about Grandmother, and although he had never found the opportunity to explain it to us, he had always felt it in his heart. And in his heart, Grandma was a brave and wise woman: able to win with people on the outside, and able to take care of the family on the inside. I suspect that if she could have heard this, she would not have been able to talk to Grandpa anymore. But on second thought, perhaps the occasional bickering was their unique way of getting along. Neither Grandma nor Grandpa put these words into their hearts, but they just relied on them to pass the rest of their time together.
Grandfather's homegrown peanuts, very fragrant
I also recalled an incident as an afterthought. One winter, my grandmother was in town taking our children to school, while my grandfather was in the village tending to the farm. Although it was only a few miles away, every night my grandmother called my grandfather on her old phone. The content of the call was just a repetitive exhortation to grandfather to keep the chicken coop closed, to feed the dog, to weed the vegetables and fertilize the land,...... I was still puzzled at that time, these small things, didn't grandfather know, as to call every day to say?
Until one night, my grandmother never got through to my grandfather. From the beginning, she complained, but eventually she got a little nervous and called a few of her uncles, Simone, one by one, to ask them to try to see if her grandfather's phone could be connected. After a while, none of them got through. Grandma changed her clothes and told us not to go out, then took a flashlight and went out to find the second uncle in town and asked him to call a few people to accompany her back to her hometown to take a look. I look at the time, it is already one o'clock in the night, wait for them to walk back for fear that it is already two o'clock.
Grandfather's cooking, especially good
According to the second uncle later said, that night after walking back to the home saw the lights on the second floor is still on, the sound of the TV has been playing, downstairs, the door is locked properly, but called the grandfather has not been responded to. Seeing the time pass little by little, everyone is worried about whether the grandfather accident, the second uncle began to call to find a locksmith. But see aside the grandmother's demeanor does not show, silently pick up the hoe placed in the yard began to smash the door, three or two smashed open. The second uncle said he was stunned as he watched.
The end of the matter is quite good, the grandfather is just too tired to work that day plus drink a few two white wine and soon fell asleep, so the TV and lights are still on, and did not hear everyone's phone calls and shouts.
At the end of the day, my grandfather, of course, was scolded by my grandmother for this incident. It's just that in retrospect, how hard the scolding was is just how deep the worry was.
I felt a warm current pass through my heart, and squatted down to take a closer look at my grandfather's appearance, his back leaning back on the chair drowsy, the whole person looks a little tired. I thought to myself: all these years, we may have been wrong about Grandmother. Grandfather was the only one in the world who understood Grandmother best, and they would be inseparable in this life.
Grandfather made soybean milk and put a lot of sugar in it
In the days that followed, they continued to bicker, and Grandfather couldn't argue with Grandmother as usual. The difference is that every time I see you again, you're no longer angry, but more likely to smile. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it again," he said.
The other day, I suddenly missed my grandfather, so I guessed they were having dinner and called him. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. I cocked my head and looked at my cell phone, which showed the time as 8:35 PM. I was a little puzzled, "Why isn't Grandma home this late?"
His voice suddenly amplified, "Doesn't your grandmother like square dancing! Every day wipe the black (dialect, refers to the sky is almost dark) will go to the town with a group of her little sisters dance, I every day to drive the chickens back, are almost this point to pick her up, walk close (dialect, refers to walk to, arrive) they are almost also finished dancing, and then go back to cook a snack to eat." I don't know whether it's because he heard my voice, or because he's about to receive his grandmother, his voice carries a hint of obvious uncontrollable happiness. While it sounded like a complaint in the words, it was hard to hide the small amount of pride and pride in his tone.
Grandparents watching TV
On the other end of the line, I imagined my 80-year-old grandfather walking several miles down the path with a flashlight in the dark moonlight to pick up my grandmother, and I imagined them walking all the way back to the village with their mouths agitated in the soft moonlight. For some reason, I was suddenly moved.