Happy time between grandma and grandson (prose)

Grandparents like their precious grandchildren, which is not only the blood passed down from generation to generation, but also the expression of family affection.

Grandparents are two-in-one, and their contact and close relationship with babies is different. Grandpa is mostly involved in external affairs, and it seems that he has not fulfilled the obligation of 100% to take care of the baby. Where's grandma? But it is the hardest and most considerate one, and it is also the closest person to the babies.

My two babies are very close to grandma. Although my grandfather has done a lot and worked extremely hard, he is far behind.

At present, because of the epidemic, all kinds of training and entertainment institutions in society are dormant, and children's summer vacation life has become dull.

Two babies, the only choice is to mix with grandparents. Big baby is in the second grade of primary school, and the school doesn't assign homework, but mom and dad won't let go completely. Big baby has to write two pages every day and do several math problems that are "extracurricular exercises". It seems that only in this way can he stand on the starting line forever.

Grandma is a calligraphy lover, so she should practice her hand when she has time. At 90 o'clock every morning, I sit at the table and start my "homework" for the day. This time is also the best time for big baby to "step on the spot".

A table, one old and one young, one left and one right, cultivates different "lands" together. The difference is that grandma's work is voluntary, and she tries to squeeze time and see the gap. Where's the big baby? I really don't want to do it. My mother ordered me to finish it.

So, when grandma is ready, she will shout, "Baby, let's get to work!" " "Big baby just put down his toys, or turned off the TV and sat on one side of the table.

Grandma said, "I'll write a piece of paper. How much do you earn? "

"What do you say? Grandma! " The eldest baby replied, as if it was a targeted protest or a feeling of resistance. However, seeing grandma's serious face, she seems to feel a kind of spirit, and she has a little warmth and strength from the bottom of her heart. Say, "How about I make a unit?" The face is full of naughty and childish.

Grandma nodded and smiled.

They started off separately. However, grandma's pen is moving, but her eyes are aiming at him from time to time. Seeing him, writing a line and a paragraph always makes me want to "take a break" for a while, as if thinking about something, and as if I was relieved and wanted to have more activities.

Grandma smiled again, but said nothing. The eldest baby saw it and said, "Grandma, what are you laughing at?"

Grandma didn't look up and replied, "I want to laugh!" " I'm glad to look at you. "

"No." The pen in the big baby's hand crossed the book, but he said slowly, "Are you afraid that I will be lazy?"

"no!" Grandma stopped writing and looked at him. Solemnly said: "Needless to say, my big baby, the task must be completed very well." I feel inferior to you, why say you! "

The big baby grinned and worked hard. Grandma couldn't help laughing again, but she didn't stop and still did her "work".

It's past 1 1 point. Grandma packed the things on the table and prepared to cook. Big baby quickly moved the books and pencils aside and followed grandma's footsteps into the kitchen. The baby said, "Grandma, let me help you cook. I can't be a parasite! "

Grandma said, "Good! But just watch. I need your help. You will. I'll let you do it. If you can't do it, don't move. Is that okay? "

"ok!" Big baby promised loudly.

Grandma wants to make 1000 leeks. This is an ordinary home-cooked dish, but it pays attention to the temperature. If cooking is not well mastered, the "image" and "taste" of all kinds of meat will be greatly reduced.

"Big baby, you master the rotor." Grandma said, "I'll fire and pull the switch." Turn on the small fire and lower the switch. "

"ok!" The eldest baby replied, putting his hand on the switch of the gas stove.

Grandma put the pot on the stove and said, "fire, fire!" " "

The eldest baby immediately turned the switch to the maximum position, but his hand didn't take it away, as if waiting for the latest command.

Grandma quickly said, "Get your hands off me and stand back!" " "

When the pot is hot, grandma pours in sesame oil first. Then, it was put into Jiang Mo. When the oil reaches a high temperature, the hands and knives become pieces. Then, he copied it several times with a shovel and said, "Turn it down."

Big baby quickly reached out and turned on the switch to the next gear, and the fire on the stove was much smaller. Grandma continued to copy thousands of pieces with a shovel and put some seasoning. Seeing that the color was a little yellow, she copied it on one side of the pot. He said, "start a big fire." Big baby's hand didn't leave, so he turned the switch to the original position of the fire. Grandma put the chopped leeks in and quickly picked them up with a shovel. And the frequency of copying is very high, three times five divided by two, just like playing. Say, "Turn off the fire!"

Thousands of leeks are ready. They are the same color, fragrant and attractive.

"Grandma." The eldest baby said, "I cooked this delicious food for you!" " "

"Not bad." Grandma said, "You helped me." Said, and looked at the big baby happily. Where's the big baby? I am even more proud.

In the early 1960s, before I was five years old, my grandparents died one after another. In my memory, my grandmother's image is very shallow. I still remember one thing, that is, grandma went back to her family and took me with her. Grandma's family is next door to our village, almost one kilometer away. However, there is a big pond like a reservoir in the middle. A broad and towering pond ridge connects things, making it very convenient to travel.

My grandmother is short and thin, but she is fast and clean. There are many grandchildren, just let them play freely. They say that I am grandma's favorite grandson, but I feel that she doesn't like it very much.

Grandma took my hand and hurried back to her mother's house. I followed my grandmother instead of running after her.

After more than 20 years, it is time for my son to go to kindergarten. My son's grandmother is about the same age as my grandmother, and there are several children around her, some from my family and some from my sister's family. Grandma seems to treat all children equally, eating and sleeping like adults, without toys, snacks and special care. If you have a preference for your grandchildren, you will occasionally pick them up from kindergarten and wait for us to pick them up at home.

Time is like a blink of an eye, and the blink of an eye is decades.

Today, with abundant materials, people's spiritual world should stick to the traditional "one acre and three points". However, a series of issues such as the world situation are undergoing earth-shaking changes.

Parents, especially grandparents, love their precious grandchildren ... the care in their hearts, the pity in their eyes and the indulgence in their hands seem to have never existed for centuries.

Where's my home? The time between grandma and little grandson is continuous and happy.

Written on August 29th, 202 1 North Shore of Chaohu Lake, Hefei.