I am a native of the country. In the fifth grade of primary school, my elder sister's family 10 older than me went to a neighboring village and got pregnant the next year. During the Spring Festival that year, my established cousin Ali went to the countryside for the first time. Children in our countryside like Chinese New Year best. At that time, they will rush out to pay New Year greetings to elders they don't know, and elders will ask for good luck and give them to us. That year, our little girl decided to take Ali to the neighboring village to pay a New Year call.
My sister was very happy to see us coming and greeted us with a big belly. When she saw that we couldn't sit still, she immediately saw through our tricks. "A Niu, you should take good care of your sister. You can pay a New Year call, but don't go to grandma's house next door. " We call our grandma's old man grandma there. I was puzzled and asked, "Why?" "My sister said angrily," Why do children ask so many questions? "So I didn't dare to ask.
It snowed heavily that day, and we were sweating like a pig while having a snowball fight. After visiting the whole village, our children all held a handful of colorful candy in their hands, which was especially delicious. Everyone was about to go back when I suddenly thought of my sister's words. Why can't others go to my husband's house? I was curious and couldn't help walking towards my wife's house. I didn't expect everyone to think the same way as me: why not go to her house? She's crazy. Don't tell your sister, let's go and have a look! "
We strong people have the courage to come to grandma's door. Grandma's house is planned, shabby, shorter than others around, and has some thatched roofs. Other people's doors are plastered with jubilant couplets, at least the word "fu" is upside down, while grandma's door is closed, and there is nothing on the door, which is particularly deserted.
A small partner whispered: "Maybe Grandmother went back to her hometown for the New Year!" Oh, I don't care so much. I knocked at the door. After a long time, I heard an old voice inside saying, "Who is it?" It turns out that my great-grandmother at home! Only heard a heavy footsteps inside, and soon, the door opened with a "ah". An old woman with white hair appeared in front of us. Her face was sallow, her eyes were glassy, her back was hunched, and she looked haggard. Her clothes seem to be decades ago and she is not happy at all. She was trembling on crutches.
One thing about this scene, everyone didn't know what to say, and they all froze there for a while. After a long time, I took the lead and said, "Grandma, we are here to pay a New Year call to you." Others woke up and said, "Happy New Year, Grandma!" Grandma didn't seem to understand and was at a loss. Ali said loudly again, "We are here to pay a New Year call. Happy New Year to you!" Grandmother finally came to her senses, her eyes showed surprise, and her lips trembled and said, Ah! Happy new year, happy new year, you are giving me a new year! Wait, wait ... "After talking about what, I wanted to go into the house, but I lingered for a long time. Ali was a little scared and said to me, "This old lady is crazy, maybe she is really crazy. Let's go! " I thought rationally and turned to leave. My grandmother grabbed me in a hurry and almost begged, "wait, I'll give you a good thing!" " "We didn't stop until we heard that there were good things.
Grandma entered the room and came out with a delicate box in her hand. The hit goods were immediately attracted by the beautiful box on their backs. What treasure is there in this? Grandma opened the box trembling. There is a smaller box in it, which is more chic. Now we are more excited. When I opened the box, there was a lovely colorful plastic bag inside. "What's in it?" Ali couldn't help it and asked eagerly. After the plastic bag is opened, there is a small paper bag neatly wrapped on the calendar paper. Everyone's eyes are about to pop out, scrambling to ask: what? What? "Taipo news proposed to open the straight thin, only to see a few red things in the yellow paper bag. Grandma gently took them out and put them in our hands, muttering, "Eat sugar, eat sugar. "Oh, this is sugar!
Let me see the colorful candy in my hand. They are all wrapped in cellophane, with different shapes and exquisite. Grandma's candy looks particularly shabby in the middle. The red oil paper with sugar for Yongbo is simply covered with a layer, and the red color is old and dirty. Ali shook it and screamed like an electric shock: it's so dirty! This is not edible at all! "Say, put the candy in the snow. The other children didn't want to at first, so they tore the candy paper hard. Probably because the time is too long, the candy sticks to the candy paper like glue, and it can't be removed. Ali was in a hurry and shouted loudly: Hum! You are so delicious, this candy is so dirty that bugs will crawl around in your stomach later and kill you! "Hearing this, my friends were afraid and threw the candy into the snow.
Grandma obviously didn't react, froze and looked at us straight with strange eyes. "Niu Ge, why don't you throw it away? Let's go, everybody. Let's go to my sister's house for dinner! " Ali greets everyone proudly. "Oh" everyone dispersed in a hubbub. I don't know why, I didn't throw away the candy. I walked to the gate. I turned my head and looked at it. I saw a thin, rickety figure squatting on the ground in the vast snow, with his hands trembling slightly. It is still not appropriate to wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. Although I can't see the front, I know grandma is crying. I wanted to run back to pick up candy for her, but I gave up when I thought my sister's family was waiting for me to eat.
When I got back, my sister asked me sullenly, "Where did you go crazy with them? Where is the sugar in Ghana now? Give it to me! " I looked down with my eyes and saw Ali hiding aside and laughing gloatingly.
I reluctantly took out the sugar, but my sister grabbed it and threw it at the door. That day, we broke up in discord.
A few years later, I was admitted to a key middle school in the provincial capital. That Spring Festival, I went to see my sister. My sister's son is four years old. As soon as he saw me, he shouted at me, "Happy New Year, Uncle." I am very happy to give him the carefully prepared Swiss imported sugar. I don't know why, I suddenly remembered the scene of paying a New Year call to my grandmother that year, so I took some candy and wanted to give it to her. My sister shook her head and said, "My grandmother died last year."
I asked sadly about the past of that year, and my sister said with emotion: alas! Great-grandmother is too poor. I really shouldn't, really shouldn't ... "
Later, from my sister's intermittent words, I finally learned that my great-grandmother died of her husband. Later, my son was killed by a car on his way to town, leaving a little boy, Amao. From then on, Grandma and Amao lived together. Every New Year, Amao also goes to pay a New Year call like us and gives back some candy. He was very sensible and reluctant to eat, so he gave all the sweets to his grandmother. Later, something unexpected happened. Amao got typhoid fever, and the treatment was not timely. He didn't survive and died. After this incident, everyone in the village felt that grandma was unlucky, a coward, a coward and a grandson. During the Chinese New Year, adults secretly told their children not to go to her house. At that time, my sister was pregnant, and of course I was afraid that grandma's misfortune would affect the baby in her belly, so I resolutely refused to let us go to grandma's house to pay New Year's greetings.
In this way, since the death of children and grandchildren, every family reunion during the Spring Festival, grandma always closes the door. She put the candy received by her grandson during the New Year's greetings in her hand, repeatedly touching and watching. That year, we went to pay a New Year call to her, which brought new hope to her withered heart, but when the candy was thrown into the snow, grandma's heart was broken again. ...
I took some sweets and went to the house where my grandmother lived. The house is even more broken. Sister said that grandma has no relatives and there is no reason. After her death, the house was confiscated. Now this is the village grocery stall. This year, it snowed heavily. I gently put the candy in the snow and said silently, "grandma, please forgive my ignorance." Please take these sweets to heaven for your grandson to eat. "
This is very touching. I hope you read it carefully.