Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 30
“Yes, great nephew, you don’t know. It’s all for you. Your grandmother loves you. I heard that the city is very chaotic and fighting all day long. Your mother and your father pretend to be active and have no time to take care of you. Your grandmother is so anxious that she can’t sleep well. I was worried that no one would take care of you, no one would take care of you when eating, and no one would make up for the broken clothes, so I was sent to take care of you! Well, I’ve got a good job! ”
When I heard my aunt’s words, my heart was warm, and I thought of my grandmother’s kind face and the tears of parting: “grandma, grandma, why does grandma miss me?”
“Nonsense, grandma miss you, want to go crazy, but she has a lot of work to do, there is no time to take the train to see you, grandma is very, very miss you, sometimes a mention of you, she will snivel a tear to cry, cry! Wuwu, Wuwu
As she said this, she was very funny to learn from her grandmother and wiped her eyes: “Oh, my great grandson, my great grandson, Wuwuwuwu…”
Grandma, I don’t have a deep feeling about grandma. This may be because grandma seldom comes to my house. On the contrary, I have deep feelings for my grandfather. My grandfather always comes to my house every year. He treats me very well. He gives me whatever I want. To be honest, I am very happy in front of my grandfather. I am not afraid of him at all, and even dare to climb up to him On the neck.
I looked at my aunt, a blank face asked: “Auntie, why does grandma want to cry?”
“Think what you think!”
“Auntie, why does grandma think so about me?”
“Ah, this silly boy,”
My Aunt suddenly stretched out her warm palm and gently twisted my face: “you silly boy, you don’t know anything. You are the grandson of grandma. Can grandma not miss you? Well, do you know: old son, grandson, that’s the lifeblood of the old lady. Can grandma not miss you and hurt you?”
Oh, so it is. I can’t believe my ears. I didn’t think that in this world, there will be people who miss me, love me and cry for me.
@ P > My Aunt continued, “when the Spring Festival comes, my aunt will take you back to your hometown for the Spring Festival, and then you will see your grandmother!”
“How’s grandma, aunt?”
I asked, stunned.
while recognizing the thread, my aunt said, “OK, I’ll know when you see it!”
I said to my aunt, “Mom won’t let me go, mom.” @ @
My Aunt firmly said, “she won’t let me go, that’s not easy. This time, I’ve made up my mind to take you back to my hometown to have a look, so that you can recognize your ancestral roots. How can you forget that you are the offspring of our hometown What about the ancestors. I’ll have a good discussion with your mother. If she doesn’t eat, I’ll play with her. Don’t look at my aunt’s always accommodating her and letting her go. That’s why I don’t like to see her in the same way. It really pisses me off. She’s good to see! ”
“But, aunt, are you as good as your grandfather?”
I murmured: “my mother is afraid of my grandfather, but last time my grandfather came, my mother didn’t let me go back to my hometown. Before I was old, she sent me to school. As a result, my grandfather didn’t pick me up!”
aunt laughed: “your grandfather is the most important son, your mother has some opinions on your grandfather. When you gave birth to your sister, your mother asked your grandmother to take it, and your grandmother agreed. However, your grandfather refused to say anything, saying: if you give me a big grandson, I don’t need you to care about it all day. Your mother has been worried about this. After she gave birth to you, she may have deliberately pissed off with your grandfather and said that she would not let you go back to your hometown, let alone your grandmother
Hehe, that’s what happened!
Why does grandfather think so much of boys than girls? Is a boy with chickens so precious?
Think of this, I am proud again, I have a chicken, so, I am so great, I am a rare treasure that my grandfather, grandmother and mother strive to earn!
My mother not only asked her aunt to sew her own new clothes one by one, but also took the clothes of her colleagues in the unit and those of the better neighbors in the dormitory building in an all-round way, so that my poor aunt could cut them, so as to let her colleagues and neighbors lead her to show her affection, so as to achieve the purpose of offering flowers to Buddha.
Looking at the higher and higher piles of cloth, my lovely aunt did not complain, nor did she show any sense of embarrassment. All day long, she buried herself in sewing clothes that would never be finished.
Looking at the small mound of cloth on the big wooden cabinet, I felt a headache for my poor aunt, but there was no fear in her dignified and beautiful face.
She is very organized, meticulously, stitching, and the conscientiousness of striving for perfection is like an artist treating his own works of art.
Each piece of exquisite works of art magically changed from her aunt’s hand, and then was sent to her colleagues and neighbors in order to buy a good one by her mother, who offered flowers to Buddha with satisfaction. The sound of praise resounded in the wide corridor. From then on, aunt’s superb sewing and cutting skills were widely known in the whole dormitory building, and were sincerely appreciated by people.
As a result, more and more people ask for her to sew clothes, and her aunt is getting tired.
Watching her sewing various styles of new clothes one by one, it was even easier and more enjoyable than I played games. When it came up, my aunt even forgot to sing beautiful and fluent songs. Unfortunately, I couldn’t understand what songs she was singing and what words she was humming.
At night, I slept on a wooden bed with my virgin aunt, enjoying a special warmth that I could never find from my mother. After a day’s endless work, my exhausted aunt slept deeply and sweetly, and gave out a gentle and happy snore.
However, whenever I turn my body, change a sleeping position, my aunt will immediately make me can not imagine to wake up, take the trouble to tidy up the quilt corner which I tossed in succession, very carefully will be kicked under the foot of the quilt to my body again.
After deep sleep, I often do an extremely embarrassing but helpless and uncontrollable thing: bed wetting.
Well, it’s really embarrassing for me to tell such a glorious history here.
Every time I wet the bed, I will inevitably be my mother’s merciless derogation, which makes me very embarrassed.
However, when such embarrassing things happen to me next to my aunt, my aunt will quietly hide it to me, and slip my masterpiece, the big sheet full of maps, to the bottom of the bed. After my mother goes to work, my aunt will secretly take out my masterpiece and sway it playfully in front of my eyes: “hee hee, who did this good thing Ah, huh? ”
I am ashamed to bow his head, burning face can roast eggs, aunt affectionately patted my head melon: “big nephew, blush what ah, nothing, aunt this wash it clean!”
With that, my aunt had already thrown the big bed sheet soaked in urine into the huge washing basin, and then sat on the small square chair and rubbed it.
In order to prevent my relapse, my aunt urged me to urinate before going to bed every night. Late at night, my aunt sensed that it was time for me to urinate. She quietly got up and patted my forehead: “ah, ah, my nephew, wake up, wake up and pee quickly.”
“Well, well, I’m sleepy, I’m sleepy!”
“Come on, big nephew, go to bed after peeing!”
As she spoke, she gently held me still sleepy, picked up the small spittoon that had been ready by the bedside, and then took out my chicken. Her mouth was still murmuring: “big nephew, pee, pee, pee, pee!”
My most amiable and respectable aunt is in no way the same as my mother. The creator seems to deliberately put these two distinct women in front of me and let me judge who is good and who is right and who is wrong. On the contrary, my lazy mother does not have any special taste in diet.
“Fangzi, what shall we eat today?”
Mother asked aunt.
“What’s delicious? It’s ok if you can fill your stomach!”
My aunt replied disapprovingly.
“Oh, I don’t have a good appetite these days. I don’t know what to eat. Fangzi, go to the market and buy whatever you want.”
The mother handed the bamboo basket to her aunt. She held the money she had given her and went down the stairs in silence. When she pushed the door again, her mother took the cabbage basket and looked at it carefully: “Oh, Fangzi, look at what you have bought back. It’s all junk food that nobody wants!”
“Sister in law, this dish is the cheapest. If you take off the rotten leaves, you can still eat it. You can make do with it. It’s hard to live now. You have to calculate your salary. Don’t think about eating and eating. It’s coming to winter. Save some money to buy some winter clothes for the children.”
“Well, how can you eat it?”
In the diet, my mother would never make do with it. She would dump the extremely cheap vegetables bought by her aunt into the garbage can in the kitchen, and then went downstairs to buy vegetables in person.
My Aunt hated her mother who was always eating fine food. Looking at her back, she murmured bitterly: “well, I know to eat, eat, eat,…”
“Fangzi, that’s great, it’s great, there’s pig’s head in the market, come on, hurry up, you’re going to line up quickly!”
“Sister in law, that, that,”
looking at her mother’s spiteful ugly appearance, the aunt said with tears and laughter: “sister-in-law, how can you clean up that thing after you buy it?”
“Well, as long as you line up to buy it for me, you don’t have to worry about the rest. I’ll clean it up, I’ll clean it up!”
My aunt was pushed to one side and pushed to another place in the tide of people. After fighting, my aunt finally brought back a big fat pig’s head dripping with red blood. My mother happily put the heavy fat pig’s head on the gas stove and roasted it. However, after a few minutes, my mother would Covering his nose and frowning, he slipped back into the room: “Fang Zi, you can help me roast it. I feel dizzy when I smell the greasy smell. If I don’t, I’ll get sick again!”
The aunt shrugged her shoulders and shook her head against her mother’s back, then walked into the smoky kitchen.
When the aunt who was almost fainted by the smoke finally roasted the pig’s head, her mother was very happy to chop the clean pig’s head into several pieces and throw it into the big iron pan with the heat wave rolling. The aunt had just washed her face covered with oil stains. While preparing the oil soup, her mother said to her aunt in a tone of command: “Fangzi, go and order some noodles. I’ll steam the steamed bread for a while.”
As long as there is an aunt, the mother who likes pasta will never stretch out her hand and make noodles. The boring kneading work falls on the aunt. What the mother can do is stand in front of the aunt and watch her knead constantly. She keeps pointing: “no, no, it shouldn’t be done like this. It should be done like this, Oh, yes, yes, as I said, so, so, so
Poor aunt in the mother’s doodle like machine gun like chatter, big drops of sweat seeped on her forehead, two powerful palms turned the dough over and over again, kneaded and rubbed.