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Chapter 2 I Come From Wind Town (3)

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    In our kitchen, a scoop that Dad uses to scoop water is very special.

    It was an old artist in Wangjiazhai. It was planed out of the best green gang wood and given to grandpa.  I know that this old artist is not an ordinary craftsman, he specializes in making woodware.

    He carved many patterns on the long wooden handle of the water ladle, and I often saw these patterns on the dresses of the Miao compatriots later.

    Grandpa originally put this water ladle in the study and hung it on the wall, but grandma took it to the kitchen. She said, "It's better to use it than to look at it."

    That's who she is.

    Grandma was always dissatisfied with little things, folded her arms, and spun from one room to another.  She was a tall, strong woman, and her body almost blocked the door when she stepped over the threshold.

    Grandpa turned a deaf ear to her nagging.  She has a big mouth and a blunt expression. As long as she is around, the oxygen in the room will become less and less, making people uncomfortable.

    Her indifferent eyeballs stared at me once, and my throat began to tighten, and it became difficult to breathe.

    I waited for grandpa to save me.

    Grandpa always thinks of me when he turns around, and then he shouts loudly: "Xin'er¡ª¡ª"

    I will hide behind him for a while, wait for him to look around, and then stick out my head with a smile.

    Grandma's nagging voice became louder, rushing like running water.

    Grandpa still turned a deaf ear.  That way, it seemed that she was hopeless, so she simply ignored her.

    I really appreciate his attitude. For those who we think are hopeless, the more anxious they are, the more we should despise them.

    He will not be like those women, whose attitude is changeable. One moment he kisses you so hard that he wants to bite half of your face off, and the next moment he scolds you with vicious words and treats you fiercely.

    Like grandma.

    And those friends of hers¡ªthose neighbor girls.  After their husbands followed the bell to class, they huddled with their grandma and gave me pointers.

    Grandpa's voice is strong.

    What is the concept of vigorous?

    Once, the TV set was full of people in suits singing in neat rows.

    Grandpa is teaching me to say "toast to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people".  He slowly turned his head to the TV, listening to the people singing there.

    I listen too.

    Their voices are like the water of a big river, with great momentum, coming slowly, slowly, making people's hearts thump.

    I looked up and saw Grandpa crying, the water dripped from his face to his gray beard, I reached out to catch it.  I said: "Grandpa doesn't cry." Grandpa patted my head.  I wanted to slip from his lap to the ground, but he held me down and said, "Listen, Su Wu shepherds the sheep!"

    I listen.

    Their voices are like a huge wind, slowing down their steps, walking away step by step, and approaching again, as if they want to push us down from the ground, and then roll up to the roof and into the sky

    That is vigorous.

    More than that, it is to make people hold their breath and cry loudly.

    Su Wu's Hu Festival is not disgraceful, the snow is icy, and he endured nineteen years of suffering. He drank snow thirsty, swallowed felt hungry, and shepherd sheep by the North Sea.  I keep the Han Sheji in my heart, and I have not yet returned it.  After going through all kinds of hardships, my heart is as hard as a rock, and when I sit on the cork at night, I hear the sound of crackling, and my ears feel sad.

    In a blink of an eye, the north wind blows, and the geese flock to the Han.  The white-haired lady looks forward to her son's return, and the red makeup guards the empty curtain.  Falling into a dream together at three o'clock, who dreams of who in the two places?  If the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, the big festival will not suffer a little.  In the end, the Huns were frightened and frightened, and sincerely convinced Handewei.

    Grandpa kept crying.

    In his heart at that time, it should be more uncomfortable than us children crying loudly. He is a grandfather, and he never cried.  Su Wu, his friend, for sure.

    Grandpa's voice is not just thick.

    Grandpa's voice is warm.

    Hearing his voice, I feel happy and safe, even though I was just pushed into a mud hole, and my face was covered in mud, muddy water and tears flowed together, and I was moaning, and when he called me, I burst into tears immediately  for laughing.

    Sometimes, he also played tricks on me a little, just to make me smarter and not a fool.  So, after every time he played tricks on me, I hummed and made sure to do his tricks again and let him taste my wrist.

    Grandpa said, if I don't see things clearly, then I must know more things in my head than others.

    He picked me up every day, put me on his lap, first played the game of "big eyes, squinting eyes", and then taught me to read Tang poetry and Song Ci.

    Once, I made a very proud?Children, you have to think about how to live alone.

    This is really a difficult question to think about clearly.

    What kind of order must a person establish for himself if he wants to live well?  Many things are out of order, you are at a loss, and you never know who to ask.

    Dad's reasoning is simpler than grandpa's.

    He said that to live in this world, one must love something sincerely In short, you must let your heart have sustenance, and you must firmly believe that everything you love will eventually be returned to you.

    I believe that these two good people have planted something in my bones. At any time, as long as I seriously think about their words, my heart will calm down.

    I saw the fields filled with smoke.  Those mysterious caves, the silent coal seams, are just under the smoke, mud, weeds and thorns.

    Some indescribable voices echoed in underground caves and deep water; some bits and pieces of light also emanated in the faint darkness

    I thought, I gotta do something.  What to do, I don't know.

    I looked at the river down the hillside, on a piece of gray-yellow land, only its light shone.  Since it flows to the south, it is going in the same direction as my father If I follow it and go south, I may find him, my father!

    Do I want to take such an adventure?  That must be something big, sure to make a splash in the school.

    I have never thought about it.  If that's the case, Teacher Yang will never forgive me.  She would bite her lip and crush the ends of chalk on the desk The good reputation I had built up in my short life was completely over.

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