Happy life of parents-in-law

Last night, I dreamed of my grandmother. In the dream, she was still uncomfortable. What worries me most is her old problem of low back and leg pain. For more than 30 years, her condition has been ups and downs. This year is her animal year. At the age of 72, she weighs nearly 160 kg, and she is inconvenient to move and has heavy steps. If nothing happens, she hardly goes downstairs. She exercises in her room every day and moves slowly step by step. Watching her walk unsteadily, I'm really worried that she will fall. Accustomed to the company of illness, grandma is still a happy wife (grandpa calls her a nickname), and life has its own rules. After getting up in the morning, she likes to move her limbs on the balcony for about half an hour. It seems a little funny to watch her doing every self-created action seriously. Sometimes her grandchildren secretly laugh at her appearance and feel very distressed at the same time. If her waist and legs were not inconvenient, she might feel distressed.

My grandfather has been teaching and educating people all his life and is a typical intellectual. He was a college student before liberation. He studied medicine at first, and then he switched to Chinese. He said that his development was limited by special times. If he hadn't got married early and had an uncle, maybe he would have been a professor at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. That year, he was invited by the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Because he was married, he could not work away from his wife and children. Perhaps this is the most regrettable thing in his life. Whenever he mentions his young past, he will say that he got married too early. He was eighteen when he got married, and his grandmother was seventeen. When I first heard about it, I found it very interesting. How incredible it is to get married at a young age. My grandmother is the daughter of the landlord's family, and my grandfather's father is the treasurer of the landlord's family. They have an arranged marriage. My grandfather was attracted by my grandmother's father and was very dissatisfied with this marriage. As a newly educated young man, he doesn't want to.

After so many years of ups and downs, my grandparents have been separated since I can remember. They often quarrel, and we are used to quarreling. I've never seen a fuss, and maybe they won't show it in front of their grandchildren. But my mother said that they stopped talking after the quarrel and could last for another two weeks. When eating, grandma asked the child to inform. They didn't speak at dinner. After dinner, grandpa went back to his room without saying a word. I went through this special period between them. When they eat, they all talk to their children or grandchildren, but they don't talk to each other. Grandma likes to nag us about things between them, but Grandpa never talks about them. Their personalities are basically similar. Grandpa is a scholar, grandma is just a housewife who knows nothing in his eyes, and grandma will think grandpa is a bookworm and doesn't understand the world. They may have different understandings and ways of dealing with domestic and foreign affairs.

I stayed in their house for two days during the summer vacation, and I accidentally found out when the feelings between the old couple began to change. It is said that young couples always get together. According to my observation, the feelings between the old couple are much more harmonious than when they were young. One morning, when I opened my eyes, I heard their voices chatting before I was fully awake. It's strange that there is nothing to talk about when I get up in the morning. Rub your eyes and get up and have a look. Where are people? The living room is empty. Looking for the sound, I went to the glass door of the balcony and peeped out. The scene turned out to be like this: there is a single bed in the corner of the balcony. Grandpa usually likes to lie there for lunch break. This morning, grandpa was lying in bed, rocking back and forth with one leg up. Grandma stood on the windowsill of the bedroom, opened the glass window and chatted with grandpa. They don't know that someone is peeking. Hehe:) I deliberately said loudly why I didn't sleep so early. When I entered my grandmother's bedroom, I hurried to the windowsill to see what my grandfather looked like. He looks energetic and carefree. This is a romantic scene I have never seen before: my grandparents, an old couple, get up in the morning and chat through a window, as if they were the embodiment of Romeo and Juliet.

Noisy when young, sweet when old.

I wish my grandparents good health and a happy life!