After washing the dishes, grandma led Niuniu back to grandpa's room.
The grandpa, who was full of food and drink, half-closed his eyes, lay on the bed, and the warm afternoon sun made him drowsy.
Grandma wiped his mouth with a wet handkerchief.
"I want to hear a story." Grandpa muttered in a daze.
Grandma looked at him and her little granddaughter with a funny face.
Grandpa and grandson are exactly the same, they are all fans of stories.
Niuniu consciously went to her room, brought her small quilt and pillow, and spread it on the bed.
Grandpa sleeps on one side, Niuniu sleeps on the other, and grandma lies in the middle.
"Grandma, when I wake up in the afternoon, I will go buy dried sweet potatoes with you."
"Okay," the grandma gently shook the cattail fan to help the little granddaughter fan the wind: "Let me think about it, where is our story?"
"When Jiang Mingzhen was six years old, He Yu wanted to go back to the countryside. Before he went back, Jiang Mingzhen was disliked by him, and she was hit by bird feces. She said to He Yu, 'you will regret it'." Niuniu remembered it clearly, and immediately found the breakpoint from last time.
"Well, then Jiang Mingzhen began to think of a way, how to make him regret it."
"What way?" Niuniu opened her eyes wide and listened attentively.
"Didn't he say that I am ugly, have a bad temper, and will never marry me? My plan is to charm He Yu with my beauty. When he is crazy about me and insists that I do not marry, I will marry someone else. He Yu cried bitterly and fell into Crazy, miss me for the rest of my life."
When grandma said this, her expression was amazing.
If the grandpa with her eyes closed hadn't curled her mouth, she would have kept this embarrassing state.
"Grandma, grandpa is laughing at you." Niuniu who observed this scene immediately complained.
"What are you laughing at?" The old man blushed slightly, and the grandma coughed lightly, "I'm very serious, okay?"
"Grandpa told me just now that He Yu has no regrets." Niu Niu continued to make up the knife.
Grandma started pinching Grandpa's face, which made Grandpa scream "ah" in pain...
After venting her anger, she continued to come back to tell the story.
"The plan to make He Yu regret it is quite feasible in my opinion, there are only two points."
Grandma snapped her fingers with a loud voice.
"One, in the arena of life, He Yu's cards get better and better."
"Second, the longer I grow, the uglier I become."
"Pfft." Niuniu laughed the first time.
"Pfft." Grandpa laughed the second time.
"Ah..." Grandpa's face was pinched again.
"What do you mean the more He Yu's cards are held, the better?" Niuniu raised her hand and asked, unable to understand the analogy of the gambler's grandmother.
"Well, how to say this."
Grandma thinks of words that she can understand.
"For example, if a person is born as a princess, she is healthy, beautiful, and has a harmonious family. We can say that she has a good hand. At the beginning of her life, she has quite good conditions. These conditions can help her compare with others in the future. Easily realize your ideals and live a happy life.”
"As for He Yu, when he was young, the cards in his hand were not good, which meant that he had bad conditions. His father died in an accident on the construction site, and his mother was a nanny. They came from the countryside and their family was poor. He and his mother went back to the countryside because of the need to recover compensation for work-related injuries, and this time it took several years, and the nanny job was gone.”
With this explanation, Niu Niu felt that she understood.
But she was shocked: "He Yu has been back for several years? Didn't he say that he would go back in a month or two at most?"
"This is not something he and his mother can control. What they want is to go back and get the compensation, and then continue to work at Jiang's family. But actually going to get the money is not that simple. The construction site where He Yu's father works is not the first Once there was an accident, the workers who were owed wages and needed compensation were not just their family. In order to get the money, He Yu's mother, workers and relatives went to the boss's house and went to the construction site to make trouble. They didn’t get any money for one month. One year later, the project on the construction site was unfinished, and the boss ran away. They started to go through the judicial process, find a lawyer, go to court, show proof, and sue the boss... Rights protection is very long. The process requires a lot of effort and money.”
Grandma patted Niuniu's head: "Are you confused?"
Indeed, these words made Niuniu sleepy.
All she heard was: It was difficult for He Yu and the others to get money, and the construction site boss was a bad guy.
"Anyway, because of family matters, He Yu didn't go to school in the first few years of elementary school, and stayed in the country all the time. Then why do I say that the more cards he gets, the better he gets..."
"Later, He Yu studied on his own for a while, and jumped directly to the fourth grade with his own intelligence. Not long after, they won the lawsuit, and the compensation for his father's work-related death was successfully recovered. At that time, He Yu's relatives were doing In the clothing business, let He Yu's family take a stake, and they put the money in and made a small profit. Then, his mother rented a storefront in the countryside and opened a clothing store... "
Niuniu is more used to grandma telling the plot of the story slowly as before.
The tempo was too fast at the moment, her little head couldn't keep up, and it was a mess. Grandma's voice was like a spoon stirring the paste. Sometimes she heard it a little bit, and her consciousness cleared up, but soon, the paste overflowed, and her consciousness sank again.
She yawned, with the wind brought by the cool cattail fan beside her, her side sank, and grandma also lay down.
The breeze blows, and grandma's voice is low, accompanying Niu Niu to sleep.
"When He Yu was in junior high school, the teacher discovered his talent in painting and recommended his paintings to participate in the competition. This kid won the grand prize in one fell swoop and was interviewed by the TV station at the award ceremony. When he was in high school, he himself was excellent in character and learning, The family is not short of money, and some people even want to sponsor him to hold art exhibitions."
"He was smart and quick as a kid, and the luck got better the older he got. He's one of those things where if I go out for a drink with him, I'll get 'Thank you for your purchase' and he'll get 'Another bottle' ', the kind of lucky guy."
Niuniu fell asleep.
Grandma looked behind quietly, and the old man was asleep too.
"It's really an exaggeration. He walks on the road and can easily pick up money. He..."
Closing her eyes, grandma was talking vaguely, she didn't know which sentence she said, and her voice disappeared.
A sleepy and sleepy afternoon.
The trees outside the window shade the abundant sunlight, even the wind does not bother.
It crosses the treetops, does not disturb the leaves, does not disturb the sweet dreams, and quickly goes to other places.
…
There was a slight snoring sound beside her, and Niuniu opened her eyes in a daze, feeling the cool wind blowing on her face.
Grandma was still asleep, with her hands on her stomach, protecting her.
The person who fanned the wind was grandpa. He moved his body up a bit, leaned against the bed board, and fanned her and grandma in an unsteady posture.
Niuniu opened her mouth, trying to wake up grandma.
Grandpa pursed his lips and shook his head at her.
The only hand that could move was holding the cattail fan, and he put it to his mouth, making a gesture of silence.
Grandma was sleeping soundly, probably because she didn't want to wake her up.
He waved Niuniu to lie down.
Niuniu fell back obediently, and nestled next to her grandma, enjoying her grandpa's fan.
Everyone in their family seems to snore. Niuniu inherited it from her mother, and her mother said she inherited it from her grandma.
Grandma's snoring voice is different from her usual speaking voice. Grandma's Mandarin standard is a patient and kind elder. And the snoring grandma is like a stupid little pig.
The wind from the cattail fan lifted a few strands of hair and scattered them around grandma's cheeks.
Grandpa put down his fan, stretched out his hand naturally, and pinned those few strands of hair behind her ears. Then, he touched her head with many white hairs.
Niuniu understands a little bit, but not completely.
She has seen on TV, the hero and heroine's vows, vigor, and the scenes where her mother covers her eyes to prevent her from watching. She knows that people call them "love". She sees grandma feeding grandpa every day, and grandma helping grandpa empty the urinal and take a bath, and she never thinks that those ordinary things are also "love".
Until now, Niuniu saw the way grandpa looked at grandma.
The love in his eyes was full, and he saw a bright starlight in a flash, and he was smiling. When he touched her head, his movements were very gentle, like stroking his treasure, a feather on the tip of his heart.
Niuniu hurriedly closed her eyes, as if she saw a love scene on TV, she didn't dare to watch more.
Let's sleep for a while, she thought with peace of mind: Grandma's story is still very long, and when grandma wakes up, they can go out and buy dried sweet potatoes.
As a result, Niuniu slept until five o'clock in the afternoon.
When she got up, Grandpa Sun was about to leave work.
Hearing the sound of the pressure cooker cooking, Niuniu ran to the living room with her slippers on.
Grandma, who had a full afternoon nap, was full of energy.
Picking up the peeled apple with a small fork, she chased her grandfather and let him eat it.
Grandpa's face was swaying there, saying in his mouth: "I don't want to eat, I don't like to eat!"
"How can you not like eating apples? Have you ever heard of it? An apple a day keeps the doctor away from me." Grandma stuffed the apple in while he was talking.
Grandpa pouted, chewing and chewing unwillingly.
They all changed into out clothes, and grandpa's wheelchair was pushed out. Niu Niu rushed over and asked anxiously, "Have you guys gone to buy sweet potatoes?"
"Oh, Niuniu is awake," grandma said with a smile, "I haven't gone yet, we'll wait for you. Do you want an apple?"
Niuniu opened her mouth, and grandma immediately fed an apple into it.
"Look, Niu likes apples more than you do."
Grandpa picked up the remaining apple pieces in the bowl with a small fork and ate them in one go.
Grandma stood up in satisfaction and took Niuniu up.
"Come on, let's go out."
It's a cool thing to walk on the street with grandma and grandpa.
Because many people were looking at grandpa, Niuniu felt that the three of them were like the protagonists of this street.
Passing under the big tree at the entrance of the alley, the mahjong player greeted grandma.
"Take your wife and granddaughter out for a stroll?"
"That's right," grandma replied, "My old man wants to treat the two of us to eat dried sweet potatoes."
"That's great."
"Yes," repeated my grandma, "that's great!"
Niu Niu thought, grandma must also think it's cool to go out with grandpa and her.
Grandma straightened her back, pushing Grandpa, she walked here and there, as if she wanted to show off to all the passers-by on the street that they came out to play.
Grandpa also laughed more than at home.
The two old and the young walked happily to the vegetable market, the stall selling dried sweet potatoes.
"Boss, I want all your dried sweet potatoes." Grandpa took out the money he had prepared and asked the boss to come and get it.
Grandma covered his hand and stopped the money first.
"No, no, you want everything? That's too much."
"You like to eat, eat slowly." He asked the boss to continue pretending.
Grandma shook her head: "I can't eat that much, it's spoiled."
"Grandma, dried sweet potatoes are not easy to spoil." The vendor filled a plastic bag full in the blink of an eye, and weighed it on the scale: "My dried sweet potatoes are tough on the outside and soft on the inside. They are delicious. You will know when you eat them."
"Hey, don't buy so much, you can buy it for me next time..." Grandma bumped into Grandpa.
"Boss, let's just buy that bag." Grandpa finally let go.
One bag is still a lot.
I bought too much, and my grandma was not happy.
Pushing my grandpa home, there was a big bag of dried sweet potatoes on my grandpa's lap.
Grandma glanced at the dried sweet potato many times, and grandpa asked her if she would eat it, and she said no.
"Do you want to eat Niuniu? This dried sweet potato must be delicious, with icing sugar on top."
Grandpa changed his target and asked their little glutton.
Niuniu must eat it.
Grandma didn't say a word, and concentrated on pushing the wheelchair.
Seeing the little granddaughter eating happily, she is still not interested.
Grandpa lowered his head, as if he suddenly found something wonderful in the bag, he let out a "huh".
"This dried sweet potato..."
Grandma followed his words and looked at the bag.
"The frosting is the most, it's beautiful, you can't give it to Niu Niu, you have to leave it to my family, Mingzhen."
Unable to hold back, grandma was amused by him.
"Bring it." She held out her hand to him.
It's been a long time since I ate dried sweet potatoes.
Smelling the pleasant and familiar faint aroma, grandma took a big bite.
"this!"
She stared wide-eyed, bluffing, just like a five-year-old girl back then.
"It's so sweet and fragrant!"
he laughed.
The evening breeze of returning home is the gentlest.