I accidentally saw a good story on Zhihu to share with you.

? I remember when I was very young, I was only a few years old, and I especially liked the steamed buns sold in my hometown West Street. Fresh-baked steamed bread, steaming and soft-shelled, is broken with one hand, wrapped in freshly fried steak or ham, and smeared with his unique sauce. His sauce is full, and its characteristic is spicy. Swallowed saliva, a bite to eat, hot and spicy, red in the face. Don't give up, just don't be too relaxed.

? Today, I still admire it. At that time, every time I passed by West Street, I always pestered my grandparents to buy them, and there were often two. One is not enough to eat and the other is full.

? Grandma wouldn't let me, saying that I didn't even want to eat dinner every time I finished eating. Grandpa is very fond of me and buys it for me every time. He doesn't eat it himself. He just looked at me kindly and told me to slow down and not to suffocate. Grandma always said he wouldn't listen. So at that time, I especially liked to haunt my grandfather.

? In spring, grandpa dug in the field and I plastered mud on the ridge. In summer, grandpa cast a net in the river and I fished at the seaside. In autumn, grandpa collects firewood on the mountain and I dig a bird's nest in the tree. When I am free in winter, my grandfather will take me to the opera, play chess, visit relatives, watch rows of geese flying south and watch the snow fall.

? One summer, it was very hot. At sunset, I accompanied my grandfather to the seaside to collect shrimp nets far from home. At sunset, grandpa rode with me, and my stomach seemed to smell the smell of steamed bread freshly baked in West Street. The snoring was unbearable, so I said to my grandfather, Grandpa, go to West Street to buy steamed buns.

? Grandpa smiled and said to me, Wan'er, I will go home soon. Don't walk around. Grandma made crucian carp soup for you today. You have long wanted to drink fish soup. I don't want it. I want it At that time, my grandfather's family was poor and there were few animals. I'm looking forward to delicious fish soup, but my mind is full of noisy West Street floating in the distance.

? I have to insist, but my grandfather can't beat me. As soon as the wheel turned, he turned and took me to West Street, catching up with the afterglow of the sunset. Because that day, grandpa was dressed in a wet suit, only had a big pocket full of knives and threading tools, and happened to have no money. Shit, grandpa told me. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was hopeless, but I cried regardless, and the more I cried, the more fierce I became. Grandpa's heart softened when he saw me crying. Don't cry. Grandpa will do something.

? I watched my grandfather stumble to the front of the shop, and I knew he wanted to get credit. But grandpa is honest all his life and rarely asks for help. There are also many seniors in the shop. He is embarrassed to talk.

? Later grandpa asked me to wait for him here. Don't go anywhere. Step into the car and fly. I know him. He went back to get the money. The thin figure was even thinner in the sunset that day. The wind swelled the white vest and sweated more.

? At home, grandma asked grandpa what he had lost, and grandpa came back in such a hurry. Grandpa didn't say anything, just looked at me stupidly and smiled. The sunset that day was particularly big, hanging in the sunset sky, especially red, just like being dyed by ink.

? Grandpa was nearly sixty years old at that time, doing the hardest mud work at home and on the construction site every day, climbing high and low, exposed to the sun and rain. I have put a nail in my foot and hit a brick on my head. I won't delay. However, he is kind, soft-hearted and easy to talk to. He worked with acquaintances, lost his thumb and forefinger, and gritted his teeth to go to the hospital. Afterwards, the boss only paid a medical bill and settled it.

? So I always feel sorry for my grandfather. But god, no.

Since we left each other, floating like clouds, in the years of flowing water.

? When I was in college, the last time I went back to my hometown to see my grandfather, it was already in the hospital bed.

? Grandpa has been unable to speak, hunched back lying in the hospital bed, leaving only skinny and light, like a thin piece of paper on the bed.

? The eye socket is deep, the ears may still be listening, and the lips are chapped. I breathe day and night and my breathing is uneven.

? From the time he discovered the terminal stage of cancer to the sudden failure of treatment, this time was really too fast. It's unacceptably fast. I couldn't help it at once, standing in front of the hospital bed and crying loudly for grandpa, but he didn't answer. My eyes are wide open, my nose keeps inhaling, my withered fingers seem to be shaking slightly, but my eyes are red and I shed a few tears. I know, what he wants to say is that his favorite little grandson is back. My grandfather used to love me so much that he doesn't even look at me now.

That day, my scalp was numb, and I felt a heartfelt fear and deep powerlessness for the first time. It was the spring and summer of 20 17. This year, I am twenty years old. When I was three years old, my mother left me with my grandparents, who brought me up completely.

? Writing about my grandfather in the past really influenced me too much, such as not smoking or drinking, being upright and having backbone, not trivial matters. ...

? Now, I have grown up, too. Walking thin on the road, I have seen thousands of people. I like your hair and your eyes, but it's not your face after all. Last night, the moon set on the west street, and the past and present are in the place of missing.

? I went back to my grandmother's house on National Day and made a special trip to West Street. However, today's West Street has long been depressed, with only pedestrians in twos and threes. However, the east intersection next door and the newly developed commercial street are booming, with red flags flying and traffic everywhere. I want to find the steamed bread that I dreamed of all my childhood, but I can't find it anymore. I stood in front of the new street, looking at the golden plaque, watching the crowded houses and fireworks in the hall, but my heart seemed empty.

? Every time I think about my grandfather's life, I feel very painful. Grandpa became an orphan at the age of ten. He lives alone in a thatched cottage from a hundred meals in the snack village. Without culture, doing dirty and tired work, I have suffered the hardships of life.

? Later, fortunately, I met my grandmother, who did not abandon me and became a family with him. I also have three children, but my mother and uncle are sick all the year round. Grandpa is an old man, and he has to work outside, running around all his life, and even helping others in the field the day before he got sick.

? Now, my biggest concern is grandma's health. Grandma is old, seventy years old, and still grows crops and does farm work in the fields. Just like in the countryside, many old people still live a heavy life and their families are very busy.

? I always seem to be an unlucky child, and I dare not expect God's blessing, but I hope grandma will always be in good health, disease-free and disaster-free, until I can earn a lot of money.

? When I came back one night, I had a dream.

? In my dream, I came to a field full of ears of rice. The sun is shining, there are swarms of flying insects in the sky, and the ground is covered with mature crops. Mudfinch is drilling into the forest, a fox is flashing through the trees, and an eagle is swaying in the wind. Grandma's kitten is still sleeping in front of the door, and the fish jumps out of the pond and winds into the stream in grandma's backyard. Branches of small trees planted by my grandfather can be hung on the bird's nest. There are some white, yellow and blue flowers in the garden, and I can't name them. I work with grandpa, he is in the field, and I play and run in the field. I run faster and faster, just like an eagle spreading its wings in the sky, and like a cloud floating in the water waves, the sky is at my feet. Suddenly a strong wind blew, the leaves fell one after another, the eagle flew away, and there was thunder in the sky.

? I know, it's going to rain. Summer rain, very urgent and heavy, always comes at once, just like memories.

? I looked at my grandfather working in the field. He stopped to wave at me as if he were talking to me anxiously.

? It began to rain, one drop, two drops. ...................................................................................................................................................................

It rained harder and harder and dumped on this field.

Grandpa's figure is getting closer and closer ...

Suddenly I tripped. In this hard soil, my cheek touched the ground, and I just wanted to hide in my grandfather's arms at once and cry loudly like I was wronged when I was a child.

However, when I looked up, I never saw it again.

In that direction, there are only new graves and the murmuring wind. A dream holds the autumn wind.

? When I woke up, I found my eyes were wet. I know what I lost will never come back.

? I want to cry.

? But it didn't: "You can't cry so much. They will cry again with grandma and mom." You are an adult in this family. "I still remember what my sister said to me when my grandfather was cremated and buried.

? "Be sure to love something." Just like what my little niece whispered to my grandfather the day she was born.

? I put on my clothes and went out to see the sky.

? Looking up, it is a beautiful starry night.

? There is not a cloud in the sky, and the dark blue sky is full of stars, illuminating people on the ground.

? Give them the fatigue of running around during the day and welcome them.

? Suddenly, a faint star flashed, as if looking at me from a distance and smiling.

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Zhihu, the original author (blowing his face is not cold)

Good story, tribute!