The eldest daughter married far away from Guangdong and did not return home for three years.
She gave birth to a son three years ago, who was born in the year of Dragon. The South is very particular about not being able to cross the river for five years because the child is too young and the aura is too weak for fear of something unexpected happening. I don’t believe it, and neither does my daughter, but when it comes to children, no one dares to force it. In this way, we can only "hear her voice but not see her person" on the phone.
My daughter is pregnant again and wants to go home. Grandpa spent money to beg peace charm and they are coming back.
I arrived at the airport two hours early. I missed my daughter, and even more so, my little grandson whom I had only met once (I hugged him when I went to drink full moon wine ). The plane was delayed by a full two hours, and you can imagine the torment of the four hours during that period. After much anticipation, the announcement of the pick-up finally came over the radio. I was the first to run to the pick-up port and looked through the railings eagerly to look inside. When I heard "Mom", that familiar voice made my heart suddenly suffocate. Seconds----I saw my daughter's back, which was still so thin. Next to her was a thin, small figure, standing there quietly, motionless. Her big head reminded me of a little carrot head- ---He is my little grandson. He is not as naughty as ordinary boys and is very quiet. If he hadn't been holding your mother's hand, you would have thought of him as a window model. He doesn't know me. When I want to get close to him, he hides timidly behind his mother and refuses to accept anything I give him--hey, he treats me as a stranger. The strangeness of
only lasted for one night. The next day, the little guy no longer regards himself as an outsider. He will analyze the situation. When he sees the closeness between me and my mother, he will analyze that I am my mother's relative. He heard his mother call me mom, and he frowned and thought for a while, and finally he analyzed, "Grandma is mom's mother, and grandma is dad's mom." Grandma dotes on him, and grandma will do the same. Ever since, this home has become his own home. He kept chasing this "little grandma" every second (I don't know why he classified me as "little"). We played a TV series, and my aunt bought a set of toy tableware, and we cooked, stewed soup, fried fish, and stir-fried vegetables - everything was included, including a trash can, a refrigerator, a washing machine, a hood, and a water faucet. Air conditioning - everything is available, of course they are all substitutes. We also have a group of friends, the little girl rabbit, the little soldier rabbit, the black child, the little donkey , and the big bad wolf - we have our own house, our own bed, our own sofa. We did morning exercises, sang "Back from Target Shooting", we performed shows, sang "Black Child", sang "Little Donkey" - he looked at me with a smile, blinking his little eyes, seemingly nonchalantly, waiting for us When he wasn't paying attention, he actually sang those songs vividly. Even his turns, pronunciation, pitch, movements, and expressions were all just like me.
Except for sleeping, he is always by my side. When he wakes up from sleep, he will come to me by himself. He will also hold a handle and stand at the door, pretending not to look at me. When I go to hug him, but he still ignores me, he will lie on the ground. If he ignores me again, he will come up and beat him. . Since his arrival, I have not dared to lie on my front, always lying on my right side (I have gallstones ), and I have to hold my head in my hands to prevent him from sudden attacks. As long as I see him coming, I will lie down, and he will jump up and down on me, use my head as a balloon and sit under my butt, and ask me: "Grandma, do you dare to sit on the balloon?" Of course I Don't dare. Once I provoked him, he held his head in his hands, lying half-reclined on the pillow, with his left leg on his right leg, dumbly. After a while, he sighed and said, "I hate this little grandma, but I can't do it." She took it off! She is my mother's mother." Her tone was so helpless that we all laughed.
The little guy will be jealous and jealous. My aunt brought my younger sister here. The little girl is only 11 months old. This bastard got angry. At first, he slapped and pulled him openly, and then he took some time to secretly hit him under our scolding. In fact, he is jealous of me. When the little girl comes, I can no longer play TV dramas with him wholeheartedly. The little girl always makes trouble, which annoys him. He is jealous of the closeness between me and the little girl. Grandma is his and his own. of.That day he beat my sister again and was scolded by my mother. I was lying in the room when he came in, pushed me hard, and looked at me directly. His eyes were full of grievance, dissatisfaction, reproach, and more. There are many expectations. I said, "Ah, I'm wronged! Mom scolded you. Come on, grandma, give me a hug." He pursed his lips. He was really wronged, not just pretending to be wronged. He hugged me tightly and said after a while : "Grandma, come play with me." Yes, my sister is here, and I didn't play well with her. I said: "Okay, come, let's play." We started the TV series seriously. In the excitement, the little girl came sluggishly and hugged my back. This was not bad, but the boy became anxious and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Go away, go away, take grandpa away." In the end he even cried. I said: "Take him away quickly. He is still young and ignorant. Just take him away."
He is very good at defending himself and will please you. That day he was arguing with his mother again, but she ignored him. He cried and said: "Mom, I'm not crying, I'm acting like a baby." "I'm crying, my tears are coming out, why not cry?" "Mom, I'm crying. It came out on its own, I didn't let it come out. I really didn't cry. "Sometimes when I imitate him, he will flatter me and say, "You are not crying, you are obviously acting like a baby!"
He is in Dalian . I've become wild and don't want to go back. If anyone says he wants to go back, he will immediately pull back. We were playing with my family's walkie-talkie today. I said one sentence and he imitated another sentence: "XX? I'm in Dalian. You can ask the courier to take me away----" At this point, his face dropped and his tone became anxious. , before I could say the next sentence, he said it himself, angrily: "Grandma doesn't want me anymore." We all laughed, and I quickly said to please: "Yes, yes, grandma wants you."
- ---So fast! In the blink of an eye, nearly three months have passed and my daughter is leaving. Even if they are reluctant to leave, they still have to leave. My daughter is home. Go back to your home. The children have grown up and have their own lives. When they go home, they have many meanings, whether they are going back to their "mother's" home or their "mother-in-law's" home. When they talk, they will also say "mother's home, mother-in-law's home, own home". When she came back this time, she was returning to the original home where she was born and raised. It was no longer a "home" in the true sense. So what could she do with all the reluctance? The child who relied on you and pestered you when she was a child has disappeared. When she grows up, it is her child who is reincarnated as she was when she was a child. Looking at the backs of a family of three drifting away, what else can be said? Life is like this. Sooner or later, the child will grow up, his wings will harden, and he will fly alone. The remaining two birds from his hometown will eat and fight in the nest, and finally the nest will be destroyed.
