Is holding tissue boxes watching summer only It's a big battle, and when my mother sees it, she will probably laugh at me for being crazy, but every time she watches Korean dramas, she sees tears streaming down her face.
When I started watching it, I was still thinking, what is this, the animated version of the digital chase? Then I was greeted in seconds by my grandmother's smile with only 2 teeth left.
Admittedly, there is no resistance to this kind of film, even though it is terrible.
>>>PartOne I remember that you smiled at me with a slight fine line at the corner of your eye. <<<
Old Que.
I call her Lao Que, and love depends on her like a chicken.
She always pretended to be unhappy and patted me on the back and glared at me and said, "There's no such thing as such a big girl!"
Ah, but I clearly saw the smile in her eyes and the joy in her heart.
Like all the women of that era, Lao Que also carried a heavy story, and was bent over by the burden of life early on.
Lao Que lost her husband very early, and she brought up her mothers, and then my brothers and I. In her words, she was holding one in her arms, carrying one on her back, and pulling one in her hand, and the day was over.
When I was a child, the test papers were always signed by the parents. If you do well in the test, that's all, if you do not do well in the test, you will never dare to show it to your mother. Fortunately, our exams were usually on Friday, and the next day was the weekend, and my mother would take me to Lao Que's house.
Carrying my mother and begging Lao Que to sign it, I usually get my wish. Although I will be nagged a few times, I am happier than eating "bamboo shoots and fried pork".
Later, once in a while, I found a book on Lao Que's bedside table. Lao Que wrote "I have read it. Que Peizhen." You can't be ashamed of the girl." At
that moment, I burst into tears.
Only then did she know that Lao Que only knew a few everyday words.
junior high school. The first and second days of junior high school are all day students. In the third year of junior high school, the homework becomes heavy, and the school uniformly requires third-year students to study on their own in the evening.
So, my mother rented a house around the school and invited Lao Que to take care of me.
Unfortunately, that year was the worst year for my relationship with Lao Que.
I am the one who is ignorant.
My mother was afraid that Lao Que would be lonely, so she bought a TV. But it was me who watched the most. When I was eating, I had to sit in front of the TV with my rice bowl and watch and eat; I had to watch it for an hour when I came back from the evening self-study before going to bed, even though we had already finished the evening self-study. It's 10 o'clock, even though I have to go to class at 6 o'clock the next morning.
Lao Que told me many times, but I didn't listen, and more often, I started to get impatient and quarreled with her.
Lao Que endured it for a long time, but was angry, and told his mother about this. For this, I was beaten hard by my mother.
Began to hate, and did not say a word to Lao Que for a week.
Later, when I heard from my mother, Lao Que cried.
high school. admitted to the original school. My mother discussed it with Lao Que and continued to rent a house with me.
Then my grandma died suddenly.
Only then did I understand the sadness of the so-called "tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the child wants to be supported but the parent doesn't wait".
I felt scared, hugged Lao Que and cried: You have to be good, and I will make money to play cards for you in the future.
Lao Que wiped my tears and said, "Okay, okay, I'll wait for you."
Go back recently. Lao Que became very thin, and I felt distressed when I held her rough and loose hand. I said, Lao Que, you need to eat more. Otherwise, I won't have the strength to bring my child to me in the future!
Lao Que smiled: Okay, I will start eating two bowls of rice for each meal tomorrow, save my energy, and I will bring it back to you when you have a baby girl.
Well, Lao Que, Lao Que, my dear Lao Que, you have to be good.
>>>Part Two Gone is the One Who Held Me the Dearest in the World. <<<
I don’t know if it’s because of the influence of Grandma Wolf, but I’ve always been terrified of the term Grandma. And before graduating from elementary school, I always believed that Lao Que was my grandmother, and she was my grandmother.
After being told by others that she was anxious, she even ran to her to verify: Right, right, you are my grandmother!
She just smiled and said: Grandma, grandma are the same.
At that time, I couldn't read what was in her smile.
It is said that she does not like me because the eldest grandson she has been looking forward to for a long time is actually a girl.
But about this, I didn't know until now.
Because of school, I rarely go back to see her. The longest I go back to live for two or three days during the New Year, and in those long and short two or three days, there are obviously more important things than pleasing her. Like how to step on a kitten's tail, like how to get a bird's nest out of a tree.
In this way, she has always been a hazy existence to me, and I never thought of getting closer and maintaining it on all the unclear surfaces.
In fact, that is probably called alienation?
One day in high school, very early, I was having breakfast and preparing to go to self-study. My mother came to Lao Que with red eyes. I thought she had quarreled with my father.
But my mother told me that your grandmother passed away last night and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. It was too late to be sent to the hospital. And my first thought was that it wasn't April Fool's Day. Such a tough person, I still remember the way she spoke loudly.
Mom said, "I'll go back with your grandmother first, you go to the teacher to ask for leave, and your aunt will come to pick you up..."
What did my mother say, I can't really hear it anymore, Everything seemed to be covered in a thick layer of fog, and I was stiff and overwhelmed.
Recovered, is already on the way back, my aunt told me: "Do you wait for the next door to get off going to cry."
"Oh,"! "To
kowtow!"
"Oh!"
... ...
.. . . . .
. .
"What if I can't cry?"
"Then you go in."
"Oh!" I
got out of the car and saw the snow-white mourning hall. , dumbly knelt down beside her. The mourning and music outside, the voices of others coming and going, can't be heard very clearly.
Then I saw Dad's tears.
That was the only time I saw my dad cry.
That tear seemed to fall on my heart, and the thick fog dissipated, leaving only her, lying there quietly, with a pale face.
Everything was repainted, and the world began to turn slowly again. It's just that she was still lying there quietly.
I suddenly realized that she really died, it turns out that death is such a simple thing.
Disturbed.
Something crossed my mind, and I finally cried out with a wow.
I always thought she was not in my heart, but why do I feel so hurt?
I couldn't speak, couldn't look away.
The world is desolate again, only her lonely smile is left.
>>>PartThree Cloud does not speak. <<<
99.
In Chinese culture, 9 has always been a big number.
So what about 99?
Accompany Lao Que to attend Grandma Tai's 99th birthday.
In fact, I've always been powerless to this kind of family activity. When a certain elder accurately called your name, held your hand, and said how naughty you were when you were a child, how ugly you were when you were a child, and you were completely blank about it except for giggling.
But in the end, he couldn't beat Lao Que, so he still followed.
The old lady was in good spirits that day, wearing a bright red cotton jacket, sitting in a rattan chair, everyone who went there kowtowed to her, and she happily gave everyone a small red envelope.
Maybe it's just annoying to ask? When everyone comes to kowtow, everyone around them will ask the old lady who is this? In the end, the old lady just oh oh oh, and even stuffed the red envelopes to others to send them on behalf of others.
I went over and kowtowed to her. The old lady is very happy, are you here? Bystanders were surprised and asked, who is this. The old lady said this is my Yuanlang.
I am also surprised.
It seems that when I was very young, I always followed Lao Que to see my grandma, who lived very far away in my impression. In the past two years, I have seen less and less, except that Lao Que will take the old lady home occasionally during Chinese New Year. , but it was two or three years ago.
When I received the red envelope, the old lady brought me a pear from the table next to her. Others are joking, yo, we are also your Yuanlang, why only you, a little Yuanlang, can eat your food? Regardless, the old lady handed it to me, I took it, and she grinned: I just like her!
I am embarrassed.
After lunch, the adults dispersed, Lao Que was afraid that I would be bored, so I went upstairs to play by myself. I listened to the men downstairs shouting and playing cards; the women cleaning the kitchen in twos and threes, chatting with the old ladies; the children running around in the yard, screaming and frolic. Occasionally, there are shouts and soothing voices from adults.
I was upstairs watching Summer Wars by myself, crying until I hiccups.
When I was about to go home to say goodbye to the old lady, the old lady grabbed my hand and said, "Yuanlang, you will come when Grandma's 120th birthday."
I said yes. I will pick you up to play at my house during Chinese New Year.
She said okay, I'll go.
I looked at her smile and suddenly felt that this winter is very warm.
I want to thank you, thank you, for growing up with me, in exchange for my current peace and happiness.
(=="PS: Fanwai Small Theater: Name.
I haven't had an official name since I was born. At that time, my father was a soldier in Guangdong, and communication was extremely inconvenient. It is required to register the child with a household registration. The
mother and grandmother discussed it, let's choose a name first, if it is not possible, then change it.
My mother said that she should be called Yanyan (weary), because her grandmother hated her anyway.
Lao Que said, "I'm so happy that I'm so happy, let's call it Huanhuan!" (= =It is said that the neighbor's dog was called this name at that time)
My mother said that she firmly disagreed (it's okay to agree!) Then it's called Sisi, Missing Si, her father thinks what she means.
Lao Que said, then I can't lose money every day if I hold it in my hand (in dialect, "si" and "lose" are the same pronunciation.) No,
let's call it win win... My mother said: then call it Yingying Now, she is always sick, the child should be given a grassy name, so that it can be better raised. From treasure shape, from win sound, okay?
...So...I called it...Yingying...Maybe in the next 50 years I have to use this name...it
's nothing. Just...why do you two have to go to ABB? Even Siying... is better than Yingying, right? And... more profitable, right? )
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