This is only meaningful to you and me.

It is said that the people in the age of material shortage are honest, cunning, generous, and stingy, and seem fair and eccentric. I believe that. My grandmother often tells us one thing:

Click the sound of the wind box to stop, take a piece of water to fill out the fire, uncover the cage of the high-beam Editor, generally hot air from the sky. Grandma was busy wet her hands with water and picked up the white and yellow noodles in the pot into a dry grain basket. While collecting data, I secretly recorded: "One, two, three ...... Bai Yu, 16th; Huang Yu; 17th ......" While I was wondering, "What are you doing? How much does a family have to eat ?"

The answer was soon uncovered. A pot of thin porridge, chopped green onion with cucumber, the family sat together, eat, too Grandpa-Grandma's father-in-law, stood up like a singing scene, as the old man said, coughing: "Well, eat it. I'm not hungry. Go out for a stroll." His arm rolled back behind him and went out, with two sleeves bulging. My grandmother quickly checked, "one, two, three ...... Well, White Paper, 15th, and yellow paper 16th ." She threw the chopsticks and said to my grandfather, "you dad, the old man, has stolen food to your brother !"

Grandpa is a filial son. He is bowing his head and drinking porridge. He throws the bowl and says, "Your father is not dead !"

"Your father is never dead! Your father is not dead !"

Now, the key point is shifting. It's not the problem that the father-in-law steals food to the uncle. He started to argue who's father is old and not dead. At the end of the debate, we often complained about the use of force. After the rice cooker was rolled over and the grain was sprinkled to the ground, my grandfather's arm was bitten by a few sharp teeth like a wolf, and my grandmother was flushed with red faces.

In this way, I was wondering why the old man was not a bowl of water? Do you have to make a big fight to hurt your feelings? But no one can, that is, go to the toilet. Xiao jie will be taken to the toilet of the eldest son. Then he will have to go to the toilet of the youngest son. That is dung!

Such an approach is indeed sad. Wang Xifeng said that people and people are like black-eyed chickens. I hate you for eating me. I have eaten you. My grandfather and my grandmother look like this. In the end, two people slept not only in different rooms, but even 10 mu of land was also a variety of five mu. How can this problem be solved! It is the work of female to handle cotton. It is the work of men to hold food in the house in summer and autumn. This separation, grandma's five acres of weeds grow wild, invisible to the ground skin, Grandpa's cotton grow one person tall, all green crazy, take back the cotton, my grandmother made cotton clothes for a few children, and they were soft and soft, so that my grandfather had been cool like iron for many years. When I took back the food, my grandfather went out to change the bread and eat it with my grandfather, let my grandmother have a rough meal and clear the soup.

Later, grandpa, who had been in trouble, was also dead, and all four were married to his daughter-in-law. The inertia of so many years could not be stopped. The old couple were still unable to make a family. They simply gave themselves to four sons. Grandpa and the eldest son and the youngest son, grandma and the second son and the third son. I don't know how to score it. It's obviously unreasonable.

Eldest Son-that is, my father-in-law. He and his younger son both work outside the home. An old man is useless. He stays on the street every day and starts talking about the West with a group of old men. The more you are idle, the more appetite you have, and the whole day you want to think about big bread and meatballs and dumplings. But the two daughter-in-law love plain light, sauteed cabbage are not willing to put more oil, too greasy, the old man hungry seven eight, no root under the foot.

Both the second son and the third son are farmers, and my grandmother is idle all year round. The 70-year-old lady had her hair completely white, and one eye was still a radish flower. It was like pulling grass from the ground for her son. I love money, and I am not doing anything. That's it. All day, I am in the water, just as a young man. The daughter-in-law does not hurt her mother-in-law, so she often does less work for herself and is eccentric. Spring, autumn harvest, watering, fertilizing, tired my grandmother walked all the way to the house swaying, infatuated, seeing my grandfather did not even stare at strength. My grandfather sat down in the street and watched all the way with complicated eyes.

One day, I found that he and my grandmother appeared in the second uncle's home at the same time. A long corn field, my grandmother one by one in front of the stick, my grandfather followed behind with a hoe to open the straw. My grandfather's actions were stiff and unnatural. My grandmother looked cheerful and smiled like a water wave on her face. She looked back from time to time and rubbed her eyes and muttered: "Old Donkey ......"

Later, my grandfather and my grandmother exchanged roles. My grandmother stayed in the street all day, and his grandfather turned around like a windmill in his son's house. Turning around, the two old people quit and began to rebel.

In the sunset, it was time to cook. The two old people did not go back to their home -- the families of their sons, but followed by those who had been together for so many years and had a quarrel for so many years, in my "home" for so many years-the house with three solitary grass-mud walls and the furniture filled with dust and broken legs.

My father found this, and my grandfather insisted: "Go back, I am here with your mother ." I also came to the second place, and looked at me with a look: "Niang, it's so late, don't cook, why do you want to run this house ?" "What are you talking about ?" The first time in my life, I learned how to cook my daughter-in-law? So big a piece of land, you let your mother-in-law break the stick, she is more than 70, do not like a mother-in-law to work, it is like your daughter-in-law! Want her to go back to cook? After a day, I still know what to eat! Let's go. I'll stay here with your mother ......" I was so angry that I had to turn and swear.

Later, I saw the couple eat the same thing as their new couple. A hot pull box, a cut around the apron; a peel, a peel garlic, my grandfather will not make dumplings, just help put the chopping board, and then pull a dry smoke bag smiling look busy with his wife. As soon as dumplings are made, he can eat three bowls with a mouthful of meatballs, Which is fragrant. The more he eats, the more he loves to eat ......

So it seems that everything should not be desperate. One day, the sky will go to the cloud and the moon will rise.

However, the moon rose too late, and the dark clouds dispersed too late.

My grandmother is obviously getting restless. Originally it was a silver hair, yellow skin, but now it is more yellow, hair dry and no luster. Taking one breath and two breaths, I am still struggling to give my wife a pancake, noodles, fried back, and dumplings. After dinner, in the dark, the old tree that has been in the house for decades hangs in the treasure. Put down the paint mottled small dinner table, two people sit, my grandmother is still old rules for many years, at any time waiting for my grandfather to cook. How many years old did my grandfather use the old rules? My grandmother was annoyed: "Don't be unsatisfied, old man. When will I die? You will know it's sad ."

I firmly believe that people have a hunch about death. My child is only six months old. Anyone can hold her and smile sweetly at others. My grandmother hugged her and scared her to cry and carry her back while making a fortune. Her soft hair will be firm. "Alas, what did the doll see? ." While returning the child to me, my grandmother muttered awkwardly: "Isn't it me dying ?"

"What are you talking about !" My grandfather shouted at me, and I was shocked.

However, this is not a lie at all. In less than half a month, my grandmother fell ill. I watched my grandfather go around in the room, and I was so worried that I would like to throw a stick and knock on the ground, and ordered my grandmother to: "You get up! Give me up, go to the ground, run !" No one cares about him. Sun male and his daughter are crying silently around her grandmother.

He began to use his poor knowledge to search around the house and the entire yard in disorder. A glance at what I saw, even with a stiff leg, I got into the dilapidated room, and found an abandoned saw blade for many years, start sawing the big tree that they had eaten for years. Dad ran out: "Hey, what are you doing ?" The 70-year-old man was not sure about his hand. He went up and down and lost his temper: "It's a tree! Right at the door, just let your mother down. I saw it and your mother would be able to wake up ......" My dad took over his house and said, "Hey, you get up, let me saw it ."

When the big tree was rumbling down, a tree of green leaves gradually withered, sad and wronged. My grandmother never stood up and died a month later. She woke up in the last few minutes, her eyes were shining, her cheekbones were red, and her hands were shaking up. Her voice was faint: "His dad ......" My mother-in-law quickly slipped down and called my grandfather. When his feet quickly rushed in, my Grandmother closed her eyes early, and the women were busy gathering her head and wearing a birthday dress. Grandpa put her cold hand in his hand, paste his face, full face is tears, silently opened a pink bid without teeth.

Three months later, Grandpa died. When I live, I don't miss or sorrow. I just motioned my grandmother's treasure and ate less and less meals. His mother-in-law specially gave him Meatballs and dumplings. He only ate one and swallowed it in his throat, so he could not swallow it and felt heartbroken. When he left, he slept quietly, as if he had muttered in his dream, and his tone was anxious: "Why can't he catch up !" -- Yes. The Iraqi people left first, and the road was full of smoke and dust. They couldn't catch up with each other, so they were in a hurry.

"In the chaotic world, except you, all the prosperous things are the background. This drama is played with life, and it is rare to make such an agreement. This is only meaningful to you and me ."

Who will remember the old love in the world? It may be like singing in a song, only meaningful to him and her. In another world, they must be cooking by one person, boiling water by one person, and planting land by one person. In this noisy world, it is comforting to think like this.