Happy birthday to grandpa.
Tomorrow is August 25th.
It's my grandpa's seventieth birthday.
Grandpa and grandma worked very hard. They had been busy for most of their lives, and it was not easy to raise my father and uncle.
Fortunately, my family and my uncle's family are relatively filial and promising, so we often go back to visit, which makes the two old people very happy, and they are quite respectable in the countryside.
As you all know, I went back last time because my family was harvesting millet. I also helped out a bit.
In the past, my father, uncle, and grandparents talked about asking them to stop doing farm work, but the two old people disagreed. They seemed to think that if they suddenly stopped being busy, they would not be able to find anything to do, so they insisted on continuing to do it.
My father and uncle had no choice but to let the two old people do as little as possible to make it easier for them.
My grandma’s face is full of wrinkles, and my grandpa’s back is hunched, and he is still busy under the scorching sun in the summer.
To be honest, I really don’t want them to be like this, but every time I talk to them, they say they should do less next year.
But every year, they say this, but what should be less is never less.
The two old people said that there is no need to give them money. It is not easy for you juniors. You can keep it for yourself and we will have no problem working on our own.
Every time I hear this, I feel a little sad.
Those who were filial to the elderly gave everything away, but they saved it all, saying that they could use it to help if they encounter any difficulties in the future...
When I was a child, my parents worked hard outside, and my grandfather and grandmother took care of me growing up.
I was beaten by my grandma all the time. She was beaten with the kind of fork-headed broom used for sweeping the floors in rural areas. The beatings were often painful, but they were all skin injuries.
There is no dissatisfaction. The old man is also here for my growth. I haven’t experienced this, so maybe I don’t know what I will grow into.
As I grow up, I can no longer experience the feeling I had before. Thinking about it now, my mind is filled with memories.
My grandfather never beat me.
One time he picked up a carrying pole and prepared to beat me, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to do it.
I was almost scared to death.
I was so happy afterwards.
What if my grandpa comes down with the pole and I'm gone
In the past few years, I have often returned to my hometown to visit two elderly people.
My grandfather is seventy years old and has a hunchback, and my grandmother sometimes has bad luck and gets injured.
Just like the last time, not long ago, my grandma got food poisoning, and she had a bit of heatstroke and was weak. That time I was scared to death.
I am really afraid that I will never see them again.
So, that's why I often go back to my hometown.
When I say this, I don’t mean that I’m going to take a leave of absence or not update tomorrow.
On the contrary, I will still update if there is an update tomorrow.
I just want to give my grandparents a blessing here.
thank you all!
At the same time, I hope everyone understands that I will continue to code and update in the early morning, because I may have to drink with relatives and friends tomorrow, and I will be groggy by then and may not be able to write anything. I have to get up early prepare for.
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