When I lived in the county town, I especially liked to go to big markets because the fireworks in the big markets are everywhere. I like the steaming and bustle. Besides, going to big markets makes me feel very present. Looking around, I can afford all those things.
I especially like to buy the fruits and vegetables sold by old grandparents. They are all grown by our own home, pollution-free and delicious.
The elderly selling melons and fruits all have a plastic bucket filled with seasonal fruits and vegetables, and a wrinkled nylon bag is laid on the ground. They put the melons and fruits in the bucket one by one with calloused hands, giving them a sacred sense of ritual. Broken buckets, rotten bags, and their frosty faces and a small scale that can be carved and imaged at any time.
I never bargained for their things, and it was not expensive at all. It was hard tolerate any more bargaining. I often visit an old man in his seventies, who is simple and enthusiastic. Whenever I see me, he shouts, "Daughter, Daughter" and says, "Every time I go, he gives me two more, saying, "It's different from the goods they have on them, go eat it!"
There is another reason why I like to buy his things, that is, he looks very much like my grandfather. More than ten years ago, my grandfather went to a construction site to watch the door in order to earn a few hundred yuan. After I heard that, I skipped class to see him and saw him living in a ventilated unfinished house. Fortunately, it was summer and he would not be frozen. When I got there, he was taking a lunch break, lying on a detached door panel. The pillow was a brick with a piece of clothing on it. I felt very sad and told him not to do it. He hurried home. He said he didn't have to do physical work, he just stayed and earned hundreds of dollars. What was he doing when he was idle?
I said you can’t eat well outside and sleep well. Grandma will feel distressed. He said this is much better than before. Your brother will bring me delicious food three meals a day. I can't resist him.
After returning to school, I was still worried and couldn't go to class. All I thought was about my grandfather's food and drink. I lay on the comfortable bed in the dormitory at night, thinking about whether the door panel of my grandfather's sleeping was hard, and whether he would be bitten by mosquitoes...
Fortunately, I have an older brother who is ten thousand times more filial than me. He ran to my grandfather eight times a day, and finally gave my grandfather a guilty job to cause trouble for his grandson, so he was sent home by his brother. But I always remember the image of grandpa in that dilapidated house, which was the only time he was employed by others in his life.
When I grew up, I especially liked the elderly. When I was in the village, I was soaked in the crowd of elderly people every day, and I could spend a day with the elderly in my seventies and eighties. Based on my love for my grandfather, I also love this cucumber-selling old man.
Every time I turn to half of the market to find him, and then buy two kilograms of cucumbers. When I get home, I will exaggerately praise everyone. The cucumbers sold by the old man are so delicious, with the smell of sunshine, the smell of land, the smell of autumn cordyceps, the smell of breeze and bright moon...
There is also something I haven't said, the smell of grandpa.
I bought it for two years and was so beautiful for two years, but a few days ago, I was hit.
My mother asked me to buy ribs on the Dragon Boat Festival. She said she would go early, but she was afraid that she would be late. I got up at five o'clock to go to the big market. Because it was too early, there were very few people setting up stalls in the big market. I was wandering around there, and then I saw the old man. He actually walked to a big truck selling vegetables with a broken bucket to a vegetable seller and bought a bucket of cucumbers from the vegetable dealer. Then he carried the bucket to the place where he set up the stalls on his daily basis, and then put the cucumbers in the bucket on a nylon bag one by one, just like the piety in the past.
I was stunned. It turns out that the taste of sunshine, the taste of the earth, the smell of autumn cordyceps, the taste of the breeze and bright moon, and even the taste of grandpa I have eaten for so long are all fake!
This hit me so much. I saw that his gray-brown face was still covered with gullies, his pair of cloth shoes were still covered with dust, and he was still the old grandfather with a vicissitudes of face in the past...but everything changed.
When I bought pork ribs and passed by him, he greeted me enthusiastically: "Daughter, the cucumbers I just picked in the vegetable garden at home are fragrant."
I smiled and said, "I don't like to eat cucumbers anymore."
He was very disappointed.
He didn't see it, and I was also very disappointed.
Yes, I'm just disappointed. I can't hate such an old man.
Feng Xiaozi said that her life was a life of being deceived. So is my life.
Everyone has weaknesses, such as greed, jealousy, inferiority, vanity, kindness, and you will fall a little if you have any loopholes. My attachment to love is too heavy and I have fallen into countless falls.
Qiao Feng in " Tianlong Ba Fo " says: " Azhu is Azhu, all countries in the world, for thousands of years, there is only one Azhu."
Now I can only say that my grandfather is my grandfather, all countries in the world, for thousands of years, there is only one my grandfather. .
My grandfather wants to live, and even if he starves to death, he will not lie.
