My husband and I will take care of Grandpa every day when he is sick. When we don't have time to spend with our children, our children will scold his grandfather sB every day, but we won't listen to a

My husband and I will take care of Grandpa every day when he is sick. When we don't have time to spend with our children, our children will scold his grandfather sB every day, but we won't listen to any advice. Do you think this will work? The story began when I was four years old. Let me start with my grandparents: My grandparents live in the city and my grandparents live in the country. The grandparents who live in the city are called Luigi and antonia. They are just like everyone else in the city. My grandparents who live in the country are Ota Vienna and Linda. They are different from anyone and their neighbors. My grandparents live in the same building as us, and I will visit them at least four times a day. At eight o'clock in the morning, grandpa came back from a walk with his dog Flory: "Young man, what shall we do today? Shall we go to school? " -At nine o'clock in the morning, grandma took flappie to eat vegetables: "Baby, are you ready for school?" -at two o'clock in the afternoon, grandpa took Flappy for a walk again: "Is school over?" Very good! At five o'clock in the afternoon, grandma took Flappy out for the second time, in order to get more things or meet a friend: "How was school, baby? "The school she mentioned is the kindergarten I hate most. I hated it from the morning when my mother first went to work. My mother sent me there whether I like it or not. Since then, the same drama will be staged every morning: I cry, grandpa knocks at the door, grandma sticks her head out of the door, and then they go back to frog skin. Mom sometimes says, "For them, Ruan Ruan is cuter than his own grandson. "This made me feel a little uneasy, so I stopped crying at once. Flappy's stomach is as big as a football, and her legs are bent and bent. It's really ugly. I can't help asking myself: Is there anything uglier in the world? Grandparents living in rural areas are different. First: they raise geese and chickens, but they don't have dogs; Second: they don't walk poultry four times a day; Third: they don't live above our house, but 40 kilometers away. I can only see them once every two weeks. My mother occasionally talks about them and always sighs, "They are really like ghosts from another world. "I can't help but imagine my grandparents, wrapped in white sheets, one tall and one chubby, two people chasing those chickens and geese. My grandparents are much better than my grandparents in the city, just like my mother. Mother is grandpa's only daughter. Although grandma was so fat, all her babies were petite and died in less than a day. Fortunately, my mother was a little older than the other babies when she was born. Grandma claimed that when she gave birth to her mother, she paid special attention to having a grandson like me in the future. After my mother was born, my grandfather celebrated her daughter's birth all day. My grandmother secretly told me that my grandfather was even drunk. Soon after, grandpa planted cherry trees in the garden. Speaking of which, I must introduce my grandfather to you. Although I was not born at that time, I believe my grandfather is already a very special person. Grandma said that Grandpa was the most handsome man in Fiona Fang at that time, and she had a great effort to capture him and become his wife. But grandma may exaggerate because she loves grandpa too much. Grandpa is handsome and tall, with his hair blown in a mess by the wind and a grass stalk in his mouth. He often draws a draft stalk from the grass with two fingers and puts it in his mouth to chew slowly. " This is better than cigarettes! "He said. After mom was born, grandpa went to town immediately, bought a pair of gold earrings for grandma and brought back a cherry sapling. He came to the garden, dug a hole, filled it with warm fertilizer, planted cherry seedlings, took out a knife, walked far away, and carefully carved the name "Fei Lethita" on the trunk. That's mom's name, and that's what grandpa wants to name this tree. Grandma reminded him that the name was not suitable for a cherry tree, so he decided to name the tree "Phyllis" and that's it since then. Phyllis had only three branches. In spring, when her mother was seven months old and had only four teeth in her mouth, Phyllis only grew four leaves. From then on, my mother grew up with the cherry tree and formed a warm family with my grandparents. Just look at the photo album at that time and everything will be understood. The first photo was taken by my mother and those four famous teeth, but I couldn't see anything. My grandmother held my mother in her arms like a doll. Every time I see this photo, I always think grandma should be very suitable to join the heavyweight boxing team. She was young then, not as fat as she is now, but her arms are almost as thick as grandma's arms combined. Not to mention her breasts, they are too big! Every time my grandmother holds me in her arms and hugs me tightly, I always feel as if I have sunk into a warm down pillow. It's best to just fall asleep and not wake up. This is the best memory about grandma. Besides, I also like her smell, which is incomparable to grandma's terrible perfume and can only be compared with the smell when mom just took a shower. Grandma told me that her soap was made by herself and refined with a special secret recipe given to her by a witch. I believe what she said, because she is very different from other women, and what she said may be true. In this photo, you can see Phyllis standing next to grandma. It grows as tall as grandma and looks like a small cherry tree. Grandpa said that he was about three years old when he planted it, which happened to be a good playmate. In another photo, my mother is sitting on a swing tied to the thickest branch. At that time, Phyllis didn't have many branches and leaves, because grandpa had just trimmed them and they looked a little cold. I told my grandfather my observation, and he said, "No, pruning branches and leaves is good for plants, and they will grow stronger." "Indeed, in the photo of my mother's seventh birthday, Phyllis is already a real tree. My mother can ride on a branch with her feet suspended. My mother often tells me excitedly that she liked climbing this cherry tree best when she was a child. She invented countless new ways to play. These stories make me jealous, because every time I go to my grandparents' house, they don't allow me to climb alone, because there is not enough time, Phyllis is too tall, or I am too young, and so on. If grandpa happens to have nothing to do in the garden, or when he doesn't care about those chickens, he will take me to climb trees. He took off his shoes, let me ride on his shoulders, and then climbed up like a big monkey carrying a little monkey. Once my mother happened to come out of the house and covered her mouth with fear when she saw this scene. However, she didn't say a word, because she knew it was useless to say anything to grandpa. At that time, my grandmother was fine. Later, she became ill, and my grandfather became different. Every time I come back from my grandparents' house, my mother always talks to herself loudly. She thinks it is not a good idea to let two old people live alone. Grandpa is a stubborn old man, sometimes his mind is not clear ... She talked to herself for a long time, then began to scold her grandparents in the city, and finally scolded the floppy disk. On the back of the album is a photo of mom's wedding. There are two of them I like best: one is my mother sitting under a blooming cherry tree, and my father seems to be pushing her gently; The other is a photo of grandparents holding hands. My mother told me that my grandfather was going to prepare a grand wedding banquet in the garden, but my grandparents objected because they were afraid of too many mosquitoes and flies. Finally, I only took wedding photos in the garden, and then everyone went to the restaurant together. Grandpa had to eat his favorite oyster. He was sick all day. In the wedding photos, mom and dad look beautiful. Grandparents can hardly recognize them. Grandpa is wearing a dark suit and a bow tie, which is his only formal suit. Grandma is wearing a dress with many ruffles, which makes her look fatter. She has a bunch of flowers on her chest, and her face is radiant. She looks like a little girl. Now this photo album will never be seen again. Grandpa tore it. Even so, I can still clearly remember every picture. Chapter 2 My Grandma I don't remember when my grandma began to get sick, but I can still recall that day, and I felt vaguely sad that day. It was May, and my grandparents and some friends celebrated my fifth birthday. Flappy was there, and now I can see pictures of him eating ice with us. Grandpa doesn't feel soft like a real dog, but he doesn't belong to human beings either, because he can't speak human words. It's only half a dog, and it's all the fault of its owner, because they regard it as a mentally retarded child. This photo includes all the people who attended the birthday party, but grandpa and grandma are not in it. At that time, grandparents seldom came to see us. They will definitely come over for my birthday. My mother explained to me why they couldn't come this time: "Grandma is not feeling well. "Speaking of' discomfort', I think of a stomachache or cough, which will be committed at least two or three times a year. Two weeks later, when we went to the countryside again, I looked at my grandmother very carefully: she didn't look sick at all. I only found that when she was chasing chickens and geese in the yard, she often stopped, clutching her chest with one hand and gasping for air. " Where are you hurt? "I asked her. Grandma smiled and sat on the bamboo chair standing beside her and said, "It's a little uncomfortable. "Only then did I know that my grandmother had a heart attack. If she was not often seen sitting on this bamboo chair, no one would know that she was in poor health, because she looked the same as before. Grandma's greatest hobby in her life is to put it in that henhouse. She keeps those chickens as her own children. She knows every chicken, gives them names, sometimes praises them and sometimes scolds them. Those chickens always run after her and listen to her. Grandpa claimed that chickens would listen to her because they were actually hatched by grandma herself. Once when I was having dinner with my grandparents, my grandfather told a wonderful story: "Look at Linda!" " He cried, "She is not the same as an ordinary incubator. She is ten times better than them. She picked up a nest of eggs, stuffed a dozen or twenty eggs into the bed and hatched. After a week, she could hear the clicking sound coming from under her huge body, and then the chickens ran out. This is really a happy thing. Yes, she is really more special than the average incubator. However, those chickens can't recognize the hen anymore and follow Linda all day. " Grandma stared at grandpa with wide eyes, but grandpa didn't know where to look. I believe everyone is thinking at the moment: how can there be people like them! No one can understand what grandparents are saying. I once heard my parents say that. "Dad!" Mother shouted angrily. Grandpa drank some wine and was in a good mood. Grandma looks happier. When grandpa was telling a story, she laughed so hard that her waist was not straight. Finally, my grandparents finally realized that Grandpa was just telling a joke and laughed with them. Grandma is more enthusiastic about geese than chickens. She has a special preference for a kind of goose called A Feng. Feng is so big and fat that he can even let me ride around on his back. I like Feng very much, too. Every time I haven't stepped out of the car, it's already running towards me, and it follows me wherever I go. A Feng understood every word I said. He is a genius, very different from Fu Lepi. A Feng lays bigger eggs. I can touch her goslings. Unlike other geese, every time I come near, I jump on my face. A Feng is also the only poultry that Grandma keeps lovingly. Whenever grandma asks for chickens and geese or wrings her neck, it seems that she doesn't like it at all. "This is the law of nature!" She sighed and then snapped the chicken's neck. At that moment, she seemed to be just doing her duty. I looked at her, surprised and trembling. Grandma smells mysterious all over, as if she were casting magic on these chickens. In fact, it looks like magic, which is a quick and painless killing method. In less than a quarter of an hour, she had hung four or five slaughtered chickens from head to toe. They looked at me with their eyes half open. I don't know if they are really dead or joking with me. Then grandpa came and put them in a basket and put them in a car with vegetables and eggs. Grandma shakes her apron, washes her hands, and then goes to the henhouse to feed the chickens, or puts them back in the henhouse. "Goo goo, come on, my little beauty, come on ... poop-poop ..." Such days are repeated over and over again. Although grandma is ill, she still takes care of the henhouse. But she often stops and puts her hand on her chest. Sometimes she will sit down and have a rest, but then she will continue to work. Every time we go to see her. Mom always tells her something. Tell her to rest more, but she always shrugs and says she's fine. Leave her alone. My mother was often very excited and kept nagging her grandmother until she finally felt really uncomfortable. Once, even grandpa was angered and lost his temper. "What do you know!" He roared, "Leave your mother alone!" "When we drove home, my mother's self-esteem was insulted. She talks to herself louder than usual. She talks nonsense about her grandparents and happy people in the city. When I saw my grandfather so excited, I couldn't help being angry with her. Why did he yell at her angrily? To comfort her, I said to her, "Don't be afraid, Mom, I'm right by your side, and I like you very much. Mother was not happy when she heard this, but tears welled up. She cried so badly that we almost ran into the fence. In the chaos, my tears kept flowing out. At this moment, my mother stopped the car, blew her nose, held me in her arms and said, "thank you, baby, for saying such sweet things to me." However, in fact, grandpa was right. "Then she continued to cry, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. Because of grandma's illness, we go back to our hometown regularly once a week. Usually we go back on Saturday, stay there all day and come back. I actually like this very much, and even hope grandma won't get better. Dad seldom goes to the countryside because he is always busy, so he often quarrels with his mother. It was really hard at that time. On the contrary, the situation of grandparents is simpler. Grandpa becomes less likely to work in the garden, but often takes care of the henhouse or does some housework. Linda, what do you need? Grandpa asked. " I don't need anything. Why do you ask these questions? Go and see if the lettuce in the garden can be harvested "Grandma said. If you see grandma sitting on that bamboo chair, grandpa will stand by. But grandma didn't even look at him, and finally she couldn't help losing her temper and said, "Can't you have a rest?" "Grandpa blinked, but he looked sad." Bring me a glass of water. "Grandma finally asked grandpa. She fanned the wind as if she could hardly breathe. Later, grandma spent more and more time sitting in that chair, and grandpa had to take care of chickens and geese alone. Grandma will give him some instructions and then direct him behind his back. Until the end, grandma claimed that grandpa was skilled enough to hatch eggs by himself. There is only one thing he can't do, and that is to twist the chicken's neck. When the time came, he tied the chickens together and sent them to the butcher in the town. "Poor life! "Grandma sighed," that's too bad, I don't have any strength. "She is very sad, and I am sad with her. From her sigh, I can imagine that the butcher must be very bad at killing chickens. At that time, grandpa had a lot of things to do and couldn't take me to climb trees. But I learned to climb my mother's swing and swing, so I stayed in the garden with my grandfather.