No matter where we go, we will definitely bring our grandma with us. What else should I do? She is almost ninety years old, and it would be so pitiful if she left her alone in the city or in the mainland. Although our lives are not good, we are running around in the mountains, and we can't even give her a decent bed, nor can we get her some delicious food. But at least the whole family can be together, and no matter what they do, they can rest assured.
My mother’s reason is: there are elderly people here, and when they go out to play, someone will look at the store.
It’s a pity that this abacus was not well-made. Don’t look at my grandmother’s age and she is still very awake. I just came from the mainland and saw everything very rare, and I am more playful than anyone else. When we heard that we were going out to play, we quietly changed our clothes and shoes alone, put on straw hats, and leaned on crutches, and stood at the intersection early and waited for us.
We really don’t want to take her out. There is no way. In the past, I worked in a business at the Kugong Ranch and lived in a wooden house. Although it was similar to a cow pen, I could at least symbolically lock the door when I left empty. When I arrived at Shayhengbrak, I lived in a tent, and only a few pieces of plastic cloth covered all the goods, so I must keep someone to watch. Besides, my grandmother is old after all, and she can’t climb the hills and thrusts, so how can she keep up with such a quick young man as we are. If we go out with her, we have to jump out like a monkey, wait for her for half an hour, then jump out again, and wait patiently. When she was in a dangerous place, she had to accompany her to overcome it step by step with fear. In short, if you go out to play, as long as you bring your grandmother, you will definitely not have enough fun.
But if we want to leave our grandma alone at home, we won’t be very comfortable outside. I was always worried about my family along the way and just wanted to go back early. In addition to thinking about her being lonely and unsafe at home alone, there is also -
. She always steals delicious food on the shelves without any trace and sends it to children nearby. After we left for half an hour, we started to calculate: we started to lose apples... After a while, we thought: a handful of candy is gone again... On the way back: Now, the bubble gum box is empty...
So, every time we go home, the scene is like this: the children surrounded by the door of the shop scattered, leaving a piece of fruit candy wrapper. Grandma stood in the innermost with a smile, happily and falsely said, "The business is very good today! Especially the food sold the fastest!"
This is fine, if you coax the children, you can always give up some favors (every time the children here come back to pick up firewood in the forest, they will throw one or two pieces of firewood on the firewood stack at our doorstep). She is unforgivable to sell things on her own initiative all day long.
Once, she sold the film that cost 20 yuan and 50 cents. The man who picked up a big advantage actually wanted to come and pick it up the next day, but we scolded him. Then we turned around and complained to our grandma. Unexpectedly, she was still polite: "Why is such a small box worth so much money? Don't sell things randomly!" - Look, she also said that I'm selling things randomly. We looked straight and ignored her. After a while, she seemed to finally realize that she had done something wrong, but she still weakly gave herself the final excuse: "No matter what, I still charged him two or five yuan. It's better than not giving him a penny for free..."
With such an old lady at home, there is nothing we can do about it.
In addition, she noticed that we sold a bottle of beer for three yuan, so since then, no matter what wine, she sold it for three yuan. Including the expensive Yili specialty.
My mother said, "This is not possible. When my grandmother is looking at the store, we have to leave someone to see her."
Of course, it's so good to play outside, and none of us are willing to be the one who stays behind. So they took turns to pay duty. At first we were both quite conscious, but later we started to lose sight of ourselves. Whoever moves faster and whoever has longer legs will take advantage of it.I am a relatively honest person. After eating in the morning, I always have to clean the pot and wash dishes, so I always suffer losses and always watch her leave with a long eye, and there are not many complaints. My mother is different. Every time I get the initiative a little later, I start to encourage my grandma to destroy it -
"Mom, look, the girl is going to take you out to play again. Why don't you put on your clothes quickly? Why don't you keep up!"
At the same time, she shouted to me proudly: "Juan, wait a moment, grandma wants to go, you can take her with you!"
I was shocked and grandma was overjoyed. I pretended not to hear it, and ran away. My grandmother didn't have time to put on her clothes, so she held her coat and crutch under her armpits, and stumbled and rushed out. My mother kindly caught up with her, put on a straw hat on her, and pushed her to run towards me:
"Sister, please wait a little while, grandma!" She looked gloating.
And as for me, I always ran very far, and I couldn't help looking back. Seeing my grandmother still staggering in the grass beside the swamp, I rushed to my side. Her body was thin and hunched, glittering and shaking. She didn't know at all, and kept blaming me for walking too fast:
"Sister, slow down, slower, I can't catch up with you..."
It makes people feel turbulent, a vast ocean, soft, so their feet can no longer walk.
How lonely my grandmother is in this mountain...
Every time I feel like this, and when my heart is soft, it will be over. Next, I also want to find the results of this trip. Usually when I helped her slowly to the corner of the mountain road ahead, she was satisfied:
"June, I've walked so far, okay, I've had enough fun today. Let's go back, your mother is alone at home, I'm not at ease..."
I had to help her back slowly like a fool.
At home, my mother had already cleaned up and was about to set off, just waiting for me to come back and hand over the shift with her.
Of course, I am not easy to bully, and I will use this trick to deal with her. But her results are always better than me, because if I am alone at home, my grandmother is even more "uneasy". So every time she goes out, she can leave her grandmother down.
Once she went to climb the mountain on the left, and grandma followed her. I guess my grandmother should be dumped in half an hour. But this time I went there for two hours, and my grandmother came back alone in the end. I don't know what happened.
I quickly asked her how far she had walked.
She said, "Extremely far, very far, very far..."
I asked, "Is the mountain high?"
She said, "Extremely high, very high, very high..."
I said, "Then how did you get down alone?"
She quickly turned around and asked me to see her butt, and asked me if it was worn out.
I was so angry, my mother is really, how could she let my grandma come back alone? It's two hours!
Grandma said again: "What a high mountain, I (uh, she always calls herself so...) I have never seen such a high mountain before. I climbed halfway (bold, can she climb halfway?) and was so tired. Your mother insisted on me to go up, but your mother pulled and pulled me up, dragged me up and carried me up... Oh, ah, what a high mountain! I was so scared that I was sweating... There were so many trees there, and I was lying everywhere, that It's so thick (expanded the arms and compared it with it) and it's so thick (spread the arms straight and compared it with it) and I haven't seen anyone drag it back to use it as firewood. I guess no one has ever been in (blowing again). It's so high, so high... I've been going up once this time, uh, I know this time, uh--I never think about it anymore, I never think about it again..."
But since then, she has started thinking about it every day.She sat outside the tent every day, tilting her neck to look at the thick forest on the opposite side of the mountain, muttering constantly: "...so thick... no one has ever been in..."
I was so stunning that the porridge next to her was boiling and the lid was still overturned. That was the first time she entered the forest in her life.
