Memories of mother-in-law and grandfather's childhood

? It's getting dark It's time for grandma to rest.

? For us, my mother-in-law is hardworking, kind and honest all her life.

? According to the elders, my mother-in-law was chubby when she was young, and outsiders in the village nicknamed her "two and a half tons". You have always been a hospitable person in your childhood memory. At that time, your mother-in-law was fat, but healthy. ...

? Childhood memories are more about mother-in-law and grandfather than parents. My mother-in-law brought me up. When I was a child, I lived with my mother-in-law and grandfather in a place called Banqiao Township. There are green mountains and green waters, and the people there are as clear as mountains and rivers. I grew up in this environment bit by bit.

My mother-in-law and grandpa run a steamed stuffed bun shop. Every night before the performance, grandpa will eat a big bowl of noodles. Grandpa always keeps the temperature of noodles and water just right. At 5 o'clock in the morning, the moon is still hanging in the treetops, and my mother-in-law and grandfather will get up and get busy and make a bun. Mother-in-law always makes bigger buns with more stuffing. Grandpa's live noodles are served with steamed buns made by his mother-in-law, and then the steamed buns are squeezed out by her mother-in-law's skillful hands. Now they can only be sealed as out-of-print works of art in my memory.

? My mother-in-law occasionally teaches me how to make steamed buns. I'm always clumsy. Fortunately, she made jiaozi's craft. Still learned three points, now make a bag for my son. Slowly, he learned. I like steamed bread. When I was a child, you would make me old steamed bread. It's very big. Others called the old steamed bread "horseshoe pole". Your horseshoe pole is never for sale, but it is made for me. Up to now, I am particularly greedy for the old steamed buns from my home. I think I should be looking for the taste of "horseshoe pole" when I was a child!

? Grandpa Popo's steamed stuffed bun shop not only has steamed stuffed bun porridge, but also noodles, bean jelly, wonton soup and jiaozi. There is always red oil in these foods, red oil extracted by grandpa. Every time I recall, the taste in my memory can stimulate my taste buds ... that taste can only exist in my memory! After finishing my homework, what I want to do most for my mother-in-law is to stir bean jelly. My mother-in-law said, "When you cook bean jelly, you should stir it in one direction, neither too fast nor too slow. Too fast is not strong, too slow will paste the pot. " My mother-in-law's QQ bean jelly has always had a picture in her memory: after the bean jelly cools, she will cut one and shake it twice. If it's not broken, she will be very satisfied and say that the jelly is a success.

? When I was a child, I lived with my mother-in-law and grandfather, and the appearance was as clear as before: the windows facing the street were all pieces of wood, and grandpa would remove them one by one on the spot. The door is a very old-fashioned wooden door. There are grooves on the doorframe. The big wooden door has protruding parts on the upper and lower sides, which are just stuck in the grooves next to the doorframe. There are a row of grooves on the stone steps at the door. The rain under the eaves has condensed into a masterpiece over time ... There is a small attic on the second floor with several beds in it. Occasionally stay with strange travelers. When I was a child, I whispered a lot to my cousin in the attic. I wonder if she still remembers ... she hasn't been back to Banqiao Township for more than 20 years, and I wonder if her favorite Xiaohegou is still there. ...

? As far as I can remember, my grandfather always drinks a little wine every meal, and there is always a handful of raw peanuts in his wine. But my grandfather's favorite appetizer is delicious fried tofu cooked by my mother-in-law. Mother-in-law will cut fresh old tofu into triangular pieces, then fry them in a pot until they are slightly golden on both sides, and sprinkle a handful of chopped green onion on the table. I haven't been back for many years, and I forget when grandpa didn't have the habit of eating and drinking. ...

? When I was a child, I was too timid to sleep in a room alone. My mother-in-law put a small bed at the foot of their bed. I sleep in a small bed, and my brother and mother-in-law grandpa sleep in a big bed. In the lazy mornings when you don't go to school and take part in accidental amusement, your grandparents and grandchildren talk tolerably in bed, and your mother-in-law teaches your brother to count and the children's songs of their time in those shabby mornings. ...

Grandpa's career when he was young, now called Teacher Tony, is also a very fashionable business now! A quarter of my fashion talent comes from my grandfather! Grandpa brought a lot of apprentices to learn hairdressing, and they are also full of peaches and plums! When I was a child, my grandfather contracted all my hairstyles. Later, when I grew up, I began to dislike my grandfather's craftsmanship ... The way my grandfather cut his guests' hair is still clearly in my memory. Like yesterday, I always help him clean up the broken hair on the floor after the guests leave ... His studio now looks quite simple, with a mirror, a table full of scissors and combs, a shelf for pots, a basin for cleaning the broken hair for the guests, and a piece of wood.

? In that room in Banqiao Township, I can still recall a lot of memories about my mother-in-law and grandpa ... On the contrary, after you and grandpa moved to the New Deal, I don't have so many memories, and it is also because I am getting farther and farther away from you and seeing you less and less. ...

? My grandfather in my memory, with silver hair and ruddy complexion, always smiles when he sees the younger generation and is full of auspicious words. When you were young, you always took care of your grandfather. Later, you suffered from diabetes, and your health gradually deteriorated. Grandpa takes good care of you. Later, you forgot a lot of things. Your grandson sometimes doesn't even know his own children. The only thing you remember clearly is grandpa. ...

? At 8 am on April 8, 2022, my mother-in-law left us. The next time I saw her, she was at the funeral home. The staff dragged a body in a bag from a big drawer. As soon as the bag was opened, her hair was messed up. The staff tidied up her hair, put a hat on her, held her face in one hand and said, "Look! This is your mother-in-law Before the word "mother-in-law" reached my throat, I couldn't help sobbing and wanted to take a step forward and see it more clearly. My mother took her arm and said, "Don't shed tears on her. "My crying also made my parents cry. Her face is quiet and serene, as if she were asleep! The staff said that the mother-in-law should have no pain and her body is rare and beautiful. She also advised us not to be too sad. When we are old, it is also a good thing to leave peacefully. ...

? As far as I can remember, my mother-in-law and grandpa always quarrel over some trivial things. When I was a child, I thought it was their bad feelings. Now I know this is the way they love each other. After decades of ups and downs, the old couple have been inseparable. ...

? My mother-in-law was seriously ill for a few days, and my grandfather, who has been in good health, also fell ill. We told her to stay away from him, but grandpa seemed to have telepathy. He can get out of bed on the first day of eating, and he will be bedridden after you leave. I don't want to eat. I don't even want to open my eyes. Now grandpa is still lying in the hospital. I wonder if he can make it. ...

Mother-in-law is getting dark, and grandpa is worried that you will get lost. When I have the strength, I will look at the wooden door and sit there for a long time waiting for you to come back. ...

mother-in-law

It's getting dark. Are you worried that Grandpa will get lost?

mother-in-law

You want to say: it's dark, who can hold the sun to keep it from setting? You must lie down. Don't be afraid, it will be bright at the end of a dark day.

Orange Orange was written in the early morning of April 1 1 2022, when I couldn't sleep.

? Today is the day when my mother-in-law is buried. I didn't see her off on my last trip. Maybe I subconsciously avoided saying goodbye to her. I feel that there is no farewell in my memory, so she didn't leave, just fell asleep and fell asleep quietly. ...

Happily, grandpa looks better and better these days. ...