's house, there is a red coffin, and the sound of suona and trumpet is blowing rhythmically.
The sound was harsh, and every door in the usually lively streets was closed, as if hearing any sound seemed unlucky.
Yes, my grandma passed away and a farewell ceremony is being held in our hometown.
The elders were wearing linen and mourning, and they kept kowtowing while listening to the command to preside over the ceremony. However, we, the grandchildren, could not kowtow for the time being and could only stand aside and watch silently.
At this time, there was no sound of crying at the scene, and only red and swollen eyes and fatigue were left on everyone's faces.
There are no flowers, grass or trees next to our house. Even in spring and summer, butterflies are rarely seen. At this moment, there is a black butterfly surrounding us, flying around and refusing to leave.
During the National Day, I went back and bought her a lot of food, and just like every time I go home, she always likes to hold my hand tightly with her thin hands, and then talk to me about the same things for ten years. Question: "I'm not young anymore, I need to find someone to marry, otherwise no one will want me."
At that time, I was still the same as usual, smiling and saying perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I will bring you back to see you next time." But I didn't expect that it would be the last time we met.
Beginning in late October, grandma became unwell and began to be hospitalized. I have all kinds of pains in my body and can't eat. The doctor also gave the family vaccinations. Grandma's various organs have begun to fail, and there is not much time left for us.
Maybe she also had a premonition, and she was clamoring to go home at that time. Finally, my father and uncles discussed it and decided to take grandma home to recuperate.
A few days before my grandma passed away, it was an incomparable torture for me who was working outside. I'm afraid of the phone ringing every day, and I'm afraid of receiving calls from my parents.
On the night of November 2, something I didn’t want to face happened. After hearing the news of my grandma's death, my brain felt like it was going to explode. I couldn't sleep all night, and my mind was like a movie, replaying all the scenes from the past~~
My impression of my grandma since I was a child is: tough, partial, and annoying. My grandma gave birth to 6 sons, and my dad was the third. My grandma didn’t like my dad since she was little, so much so that she didn’t like our whole family.
I vaguely remember that when I called her grandma when I was a child, she would not even look at me. I still remember that indifferent look very clearly.
If something delicious is cooked at home, it is always eaten openly by the other cousins. The younger brother is greedy and always stands by and watches stupidly.
Although I was only five or six years old, I knew everything at that time, and I would drag my brother home angrily every time.
She always secretly gives pocket money to other cousins during the Chinese New Year, but we three siblings have never given it. Sometimes my younger brother and his cousin would have a little fight, and she would always give my younger brother a slap in the face indifferently. She felt like my younger brother was a stranger.
Occasionally when something goes missing from her house, she will immediately say that my brother and I stole it, and she will come over and scold me and my brother indiscriminately. Even if it turns out that someone else took it, she is unapologetic.
What I can't tolerate the most is that she likes to scold my mother. Every time my mother returns to her parents' home, she will scold her for several days. So I really hated her at that time.
When I grew up, I happened to talk to my mother about my childhood. My mother said that I was very aggressive when I was a child, and everyone in the village knew it. It was because I couldn't stand my grandma scolding my mother, so I retorted, and even scolded her.
So much so that in the village we would often see her chasing me around with a stick.
My parents are rural people with little education. They have no prescribed jobs and their lives have always been very difficult.
My parents said that maybe because of poverty, my grandma felt that my parents could not support her, so she was always so cold towards our family.
Although my parents also have resentments, they have instilled in us a thought since childhood: Although grandma is partial, she is still our relative, and we must be good to her.Therefore, if there is any delicious food at home, it will be left to the grandparents as soon as possible.
When I was a child, I could only eat chicken during the New Year and holidays. My grandma loved chicken wings the most, and she would leave all the chicken wings to her every time. But I could only watch my favorite chicken wings being taken away.
At that time, I asked my parents: "Grandma treats us so badly, why do you treat her so well?"
My parents smiled and said, "Although she treats us badly, she is always our relative. We set an example and hope to set an example for you. I hope you will treat us better in the future."
These words were only half understood at the time. It was only after I grew up that I began to understand them.
Our relationship with grandma only began to change after that incident happened.
After the college entrance examination, I just stayed at home.
I remember that day she had severe stomach pain and there was no one at home, so I took her to a nearby private clinic to get an intravenous drip. Halfway through, she started vomiting and even vomited blood.
I was frightened at that time. After notifying the adults, I took my grandma to the city hospital for hospitalization.
We live in a small town, and it takes two hours to drive from the hospital in the city.
The transportation at home is not convenient. After my dad and several other uncles and uncles came to visit during the day, they went home.
My brother and I were the only ones staying with the hospital. I took care of her diet during the day, and kept an eye on the medicine at night. After the injection, I immediately asked the nurse to change it, and I didn't dare to relax for a moment.
I stopped taking the intravenous drip in the middle of the night, so I sat on a hard wooden stool to sleep. It lasted like this for a week.
After that time, I found that her attitude towards our family had changed. She was no longer cold when she saw me, and started to smile.
When she came back from the first winter vacation in college, she saw me from a distance and smiled kindly at me. Then she held my hand with both hands and said, "My dear granddaughter, you are back from vacation."
At that time, I was really flattered and stunned. I didn't know how to react.
So much so that when I told my parents about this, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Maybe she was not the only one who had changed. After that hospitalization, my heart was quietly changing.
Although I had no feelings for her before, I was a relative after all. During the few days I spent with him, I felt her fragility. It turned out that she had grown old, and people who were once so strong would be so helpless when they were sick.
Later, every time I came home for vacation, I would visit her first and then bring her all kinds of delicious food.
After this habit was developed, every time I came home to see her, she would look at me expectantly to see what delicious food I would bring out to her, like a child.
Occasionally take her to drink morning tea and have late night snacks at home. Then give her pocket money every time she comes home.
She is always as happy as a child. Every time, her dry hand will hold my hand tightly and say: "There are so many grandchildren, but you are the best to me. You give me pocket money every time I come back and buy so many delicious food."
Whenever this time, I feel extremely distressed.
The fierce man back then has turned gray and no longer speaks loudly;
The man who used to chase us all over the village with a stick is now difficult to walk, and his knees on both sides are always covered with plasters.
Time is changing, I have grown up, but she has become older!
Before closing the red coffin, we walked around the red coffin as a final farewell.
Looking at my grandma, who was neatly dressed and lying peacefully in the red coffin, I couldn't help crying again.
Although grandma did not have great wealth in her life, she was still blessed with descendants.I hope she can be carefree, disease-free and pain-free when she goes to heaven. If you can in the next life, please love me early~~
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