My social grandfather: hands never leave, mouth never leaves, mouth never leaves.

At night, the family sits around and eats together, and the topic cannot be separated from the baby.

The husband suddenly said, "Baby, you are so happy. There are six people in a big family around you, grandparents and grandparents. I have never seen my grandparents since I was a child. "

Then he turned to me and asked, "What about you? Have you met your grandparents? "

I have never met my grandmother. It is said that my mother died before she went through the door.

And my grandfather did occupy a place in my childhood more or less until I was in the sixth grade of primary school and died of illness.

Now that 20 years have passed, my grandfather's appearance is becoming more and more blurred in my mind, leaving us only the photos on the portrait.

As long as I can remember, grandpa has never been the kind old man in textbooks or movies.

For grandpa and me, it's basically a fantasy.

We are like two wavy lines, which occasionally cross like dragonflies and do not interfere with each other most of the time.

He is the kind of naked eccentric father who likes uncles best, especially when he is a little uncle. But he didn't get more care from his uncle and was basically self-sufficient. Most of the time, he relies on my dad to send him some firewood, or a few aunts to give him some living expenses, grow his own vegetables, and occasionally sell centipedes and common wild vegetables to make a living.

In my impression, he always swears, mixed with all kinds of dirty words. Every day, cigarette butts are everywhere in my humble abode, and I have to drink white wine in the morning, noon and evening. What's even more frightening is that whenever and wherever, I will suddenly nail a thick sputum to the ground. My grandfather himself is a simple social person. Smoking and drinking can't stop, and swearing is enough to sum up his life.

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When I was very young, my grandfather, uncle and my family lived in a mud house, with my uncle on it, then my grandfather, then my uncle and then our family. Each family has three or four adobe houses, all of which are single-family houses.

When my parents are busy in the fields, they occasionally let my grandfather look after me when I was young. At this time, he coaxed me to sneak in and stole my dad's wine from his own door. The big wooden door at home is locked with chains. Push it gently, and there will be a gap. Adults can't get in, but children can easily get in and out of the gate. I just think "stealing wine" is both exciting and fun.

Soon my father found out and gave me a good lesson. Parents always think that "stealing needles when they are young and stealing gold when they are old", so stealing is an extremely bad original sin in their eyes and an untouchable red line. It was the first time I was beaten, and I was very wronged, but I had nowhere to vent. Somehow, I ran to grandpa's door and cursed loudly: "You old woman who only knows smoking and drinking, let me steal your own wine for you to drink." You are really useless. "

He was drinking when I scolded him. When I scolded him, he still ate and drank quietly and occasionally looked up and smiled at me.

After the scolding, I was very uneasy and ran home quickly. I was ashamed for two days. I am a good baby in everyone's eyes. How can I swear such vicious words? Since then, I have kept silent about swearing. I really don't want to be like grandpa.

In the end, grandpa didn't complain to my father, and he treated me the same as before, but since then, my parents have never let grandpa take care of me. Every time I go to the field, I will take me to play with grass and mud on the ridge.

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Later, when we grew up a little, our family moved to a new building.

This building is built about 5 minutes' walk from grandpa's house. It turned out to be a piece of land in my uncle's house. We used another piece of land to lay the foundation and build a new house. But I always run down to play with my uncle's sisters. I often see grandpa, who still smokes, drinks and curses alone.

Everyone is tearing down adobe houses and building them in the same place. Grandpa was arranged in the wing of his uncle's house, which was his own request. He is always willing to follow his favorite little son. There are two rooms, one for sleeping, one for cooking and one for heating his uncle's house.

My uncle's little brother is about to be born, and my grandfather is happier than before. He often says proudly, "Mom, we have a son."

When my brother was about two or three years old, my uncle and aunt always quarreled at home and even started fighting. I often see blood on my uncle's face. In order to look after her uncle who works outside the home, my aunt simply left her brother with her grandfather and went to the city with her uncle. From then on, their father and grandson slept in a pot and ate a pot, and they used all kinds of dirty words at a young age.

That should be grandpa's happiest years. He is happy every day. Taking care of my brother is also very rough. I often cook pickled mustard tuber fried rice for my brother. When I drink, I will touch my brother with chopsticks. Sometimes I even pass the cigarette to my brother and let him have a smoke. Children are just curious, and basically everyone comes. He also asked his brother to perform smoking. He smiled when he looked at his brother's face.

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I remember one year, grandpa set the bed on fire because of smoking.

It was a winter and someone died in the village. My parents went to help, so they left me with my grandfather and said they would pick me up later.

My grandfather and my brother are in a fire room blackened by fireworks. We eat together to keep warm. My brother is too young to be sleepy soon. After grandpa put him to bed, he hesitated for a few seconds and asked me to go to bed with him. I looked at the dark bedroom and shook my head stubbornly.

So grandpa sat in the kitchen with me, smoking one cigarette after another and telling many adult stories until late at night.

Grandpa offered to let me sleep together again, but I refused. Grandpa went to bed and asked me to take a chair and sit by the bed.

He was lying in bed, sleepy, watching me sit there, holding on and lighting a cigarette. Maybe it was because of smoking. Grandpa woke up and began to talk about something I didn't quite understand. That night was probably the most intimate moment between grandpa and me.

On a cold winter night, parents still don't know when to return. Only the old man in front of me gave me some warmth, which made me feel that this was my only support at the moment.

It's getting late, grandpa's voice is still ringing in my ears, but my brain is in a mess and my eyelids are bearing more and more weight.

In a trance, I seem to smell burning. I tripped and almost fell off the chair.

Suddenly I looked up, and there was smoke in grandpa's pillow. I quickly stood up and shouted, "Grandpa, Grandpa, there is a fire."

Grandpa got up quickly, grabbed his sleeping brother's foot and quickly put out the fire.

Fortunately, it was discovered early, and soon Mars was wiped out in the cradle.

A closer inspection reveals only a small piece of straw on the bed and a small tuft of hair of my brother.

Grandpa threw the burnt straw section directly to the ground, let me stomp on it a few times, and while holding my brother back to his original position, he muttered, "Son of a bitch, sleeping like a fucking pig, his hair is burning, but he just doesn't wake up."

I looked at the cigarette butts on the ground, and then at a big piece of straw under his mattress. I think smoking in bed is too dangerous. He gently advised, "Grandpa, stop smoking in bed. Very dangerous. "

He said casually, "I know what I'm doing. I'm fucking lucky."

Just then, my mother came and took me home.

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The next summer, when he was drinking, the bottle was suddenly blown to pieces by the heat, flying over his head and making a big cut. He went to the village clinic to disinfect and stop bleeding and put on a bandage, but he still drank and smoked every day, which was not taboo.

Not long after, he fainted due to high blood pressure and was taken to the hospital. Fortunately, the problem was not too big, and he was discharged from the hospital soon.

The doctor told him to smoke less and drink less, but he turned a deaf ear and drank three meals at a time, leaving no hands.

Faced with the children's persuasion, I said casually, "I am very lucky." Which one should you sons of bitches worry about? "

Repeatedly said many times, he is still the same, everyone went with him.

In the fifth grade, we bid farewell to the primary school in the village and went to a distant place to study. At that time, the school building had not been built. Several parents saw that it was really hard for us to leave early and return late every day, so they begged the only van driver in the village to let him leave early and take us to school by the way. Seeing the money, the driver readily agreed.

One night, grandpa said he was going to find a friend, which happened to be near my school, so he made an appointment to take the van with me the next morning. It was the first time my grandfather and I went out, and it was also the only time we went out together.

I walk from home to the place where I take the van alone every day. I'm lonely, dark and scared. I feel at ease when I think that someone will accompany me the next day.

I slept until the next day. Going out in the morning, I stood at the door and called him, but I heard his voice answering halfway up the mountain.

It turned out that he thought I forgot to call him and left alone.

I quickly put on my schoolbag and chased it all the way.

Far away, in the dark night, in the messy grass, I saw a dark figure, motionless, about the position of my mouth, with a small red bright spot flashing, which was particularly eye-catching.

He saw me coming and didn't say a word. He walked in front and smoked, throwing cigarette butts into the grass, regardless of whether it would cause a fire.

When we got to the van, he took our children into the crowded carriage and helped me pay the fare of 2 yuan that day. This is the first time he gave me money, which made me uncomfortable, but he secretly enjoyed the extra pocket money in 2 yuan.

Along the way, it was dark, slightly bright, and then bright, and we were all sleepy and silent.

Finally, when we got to school, we got off the bus in a hurry. He gave me a sidelong look and left without saying a word.

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In the sixth grade, he got high blood pressure and died suddenly in a hurry.

At that time, I had already started to live on campus and went home once a week.

I remember it was a Wednesday and it was cloudy. At lunch, a fifth-grade girl not far from my home came to our classroom to find me: "Sister, your grandfather passed away. I went home on business last night, and this morning my father and others went to your uncle's house to help. "

Hearing this news, I feel a little incredible. When I went home a few weekends ago, when I went to visit my brother, he was repairing a telephone pole with wires in his mouth. I greeted him, but he didn't look up, so he was busy with his work.

After repeatedly confirming the news, I don't know if I am sad except that I feel a little empty.

After school, I asked the teacher for leave to go home. The door of the house is locked, and I can vaguely hear the sound of sadness and joy in my uncle's house below.

I went straight to my uncle's house without my schoolbag. My parents gave me a look and said nothing. They just asked me to take off my schoolbag and put on Dai Xiao's clothes.

In the coffin, grandpa's face was a little black, solidified like a wax figure, without any expression. It looks as if he is asleep.

The next morning, grandpa was sent to the mountain, and the coffin landed firmly in the newly dug grave. Then everyone gathered in a circle with a pry, and the first mud fell on the coffin lid, and a small piece of mud rolled from the coffin lid to the bottom of the pit. Then the increasingly dense sound of "bang, bang, bang" soon completely submerged the coffin until it was out of sight. I suddenly realized that it turned out that

Until the third morning, all the guests who attended the funeral left, and several aunts helped to sort out grandpa's belongings.

After finishing for a long time, there was almost nothing valuable, and everyone unanimously decided to burn it directly. So the broken cabinets, boxes and clothes were thrown outside and scattered all over the floor. Grandpa's bedroom is almost empty, and it is rare to feel bright. The cigarette butts and several bottles in that place are particularly clear. My aunt swept it with a broom and said, "Everyone says you can't smoke or drink because of high blood pressure, but he just won't listen. That's great. " After that, my eyes turned red.

The trace of grandpa in the wing disappeared little by little with the cleaning. When the room was thoroughly cleaned, it became a perfect storage room in my uncle's house.

At this time, there was an intermittent quarrel in the living room. Aunties quickly put down their tools and went straight to the living room. As soon as I got to the door, I saw my mother rushing out with red eyes and throwing me home.

Many years later, I learned from my mother that my grandfather owed others more than 300 yuan before he died. Everyone thought it was time for my uncle to pay back the money. My uncle accepted my grandfather's funeral, but my uncle didn't agree, so I quarreled. The last few aunts pooled their money and gave it back to others.

You see, the old man is so unreliable that he is in no hurry when he comes.