I can still remember clearly: In the spring of my five-year-old, my grandparents were planting rice seedlings in the paddy fields. Suddenly, my grandfather didn't know what was going on and fell directly into the rice fields. My grandfather never got up again after falling down. I heard from adults that my grandfather died of sudden myocardial infarction. They carried their grandfather's body back to the village and placed it in the square at the entrance of our village. They said that grandpa was a lonely ghost who died outside, so he could only place him there and could not be carried into the house.
When my grandfather passed away, my dad didn't know where to fool around. He was playing outside all day long, and only when he had no money on him would go home and ask his grandma for money. My mother left this home two years ago when my grandfather passed away and cut off contact with us. Everyone in the village was accusing my father. They said he was not worthy of being a son. His father died in the rice fields and he could not see anyone. He was even worse than a beast!
When the farmer was racing against time to sow, the villagers helped our family handle his funeral for his grandfather. Although I am only five years old, I am still a girl. But as the only descendant of my grandfather present, the task of holding a portrait of my grandfather fell on me. It was a little difficult for me to hold my grandfather’s huge portrait, but I still persevered.
Dad came back after grandpa was buried. When he came back and heard about his grandfather's death, he slapped himself twice and pretended to be very sad. Why do I say that my father pretends? Because after he worshipped at his grandfather's grave, he immediately came back and asked his grandmother for money. Grandma asked him, "What do you want money?" He said, "I have something to do! Mom, don't be too verbally talking like this!"
Grandma had to give him another two hundred yuan. This money is still the money that my grandfather accompanied the relatives at his funeral. Dad ran away without looking back after taking grandma's money, and no one knew where he went.
Grandma takes me alone and has no way to do farm work. She could only do some vegetable growing and weeding work in her own vegetable garden. She often worried that our grandparents and grandchildren would starve to death sooner or later at home.
Because the pillars of our house collapsed, the sky in our house collapsed! Whenever grandma thinks of grandpa, she will cry involuntarily. I cry during the day, at night; I cry at dinner, and I cry when I walk; sometimes I cry in my dreams. Grandma's eyes were swollen in tears, but Dad would never know these things.
Dad will only go home every now and then ask grandma for two or three hundred yuan and leave. Sometimes when he is lucky, he will stay outside for a few more days; if he is not lucky, he will spend the 200 yuan. All lost in one day.
That morning, my grandma was feeding me porridge. Dad is back with two dark circles. I kicked open the wooden door in the yard with my feet. As soon as he came in, he said to his grandmother, "Mom! Can't you give me a few hundred dollars more? These two hundred dollars are not enough for me to stuff my teeth!"
Grandma put down the bowl in her hand and said to him, " Son! Just be fine! Look at what our family has become? When your father left, you have lost all the money that my relatives have with him! Where can I still have money to give You? "
"I don't care! Anyway, you have to give me one thousand dollars, I can win back with just one thousand dollars! "
"You'd better kill me! Where do I have so much money? Or , you pull your mother to the market to see if anyone wants it…”
Grandma said and started crying again.
Dad said with a wicked smile: "Mom, don't say it, this is really a good idea!" After that, Dad went out, as if he was still humming a little song. How unpleasant the song is to be! I quickly stuffed my ears.
(To be continued)
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