Stubborn illness

"Old target shooting ghost, hit it, hit it, kill me."

The woman was standing on tiptoe, leaning forward, with her left hand on her hip, waving her right hand, pointing, cursing, and drooling. It had been a while, but she still had no intention of stopping.

The man sat at the dining table in the living room against the wall, took out a blue and white bag containing salt from the pocket of his linen trousers, unhurriedly opened it, rattled, took out cigarette paper and shredded tobacco, rolled one, and smoked it. ..., struck a match, clicked it, took a few puffs hard, exhaled a circle of thick smoke, frowning deeply, with a serious expression.

"You have no one to breed. What are you capable of raising such a brainless person who suffers thousands of knives? Just hit him against the wall and kill him." The woman was still cursing, obviously expanding the scope.

"I'll take your Bandai." The man was really angry when he was poked at the sore spot. He straightened up, dropped half of the cigarette butt heavily, stood up, took big strides over the woman, came to the door, and picked it up from behind the door. A pole, lift it up and drop it, bang!Hit the woman's lumbar spine.

"Oh man, hit someone! You're going to kill someone. Help! Help!" The woman ran away from the door, seeing that the man didn't catch up, she sat down on the bluestone steps opposite the door, opened the corners of her mouth, and twisted her waist Limbs, as if in great pain, paused, and began to curse again, the voice was softer, with a crying tone.

The woman is the little boy's grandma, and the man is the little boy's grandfather, both in their 60s and [-]s.

The little boy was still young, and his elder brother was not too old. The two brothers hid in a corner of a long wooden bench, not daring to move. Their younger brother, who could not walk, was thrown on the bed next door and cried. His mother went over to comfort him.

This family quarrels every day, often fights, not too much, and the neighbors living next door are not surprised, they just turn a deaf ear to it, and there may be too much movement at the moment, when they hear the call for help, hula la People, the little boy's uncle and aunt, and the grandparents next door.

"What are you doing? It's a family, hey! Noisy all day long, isn't it beautiful?" The older one spoke with a stronger tone.

"That's right, what's the big deal, don't look at anything, look at those children, they were all scared to cry." The younger ones will use the children to try to resolve their conflicts and resentments.

"I'm going to die, I won't, I want to talk to him, if he hits me, let's forget it?" Grandma staggered and struggled, limping and twisting towards him. In front of him, he pushed aside the crowd, squeezed in, and pretended to fight back to grandpa.

"Just bear with it, two people quarreling, as long as one of them stops, won't the quarrel stop?" Everyone pulled her back.

"I don't want to, I want to sue him, let's forget it? I don't want to, I want to sue my mother-in-law, old target shooter, come here, you can win or not. "Grandma took advantage of the presence of the crowd, raising her voice an octave and waving her arms.

Grandpa is silent, when encountering such a thing, most of the time grandpa is silent, puffing on smoky cigarettes one after another, and those who come to persuade him don't dare to speak of him. Firstly, his behavior is well known all along, and secondly, His majesty was right in front of his eyes.

Every time we quarreled and fought, the reason was actually very simple, maybe grandma was drunk, maybe the things at home were not collected in time and got wet from the rain, or it was because of my father, or there were some small fuses... .

Grandma is recognized by the elders as a double-sided, world-speaking, gossip woman, people say that family ugliness is not publicized, what about her?Not to mention the family ugliness, she has already made a vigorous and lively scene. As we all know, if her family can't get along with her own family, it's actually because she can't get along with herself, otherwise she wouldn't have suffered such a heavy burden.

But she couldn't reflect, didn't know how to repent, and when the neighbor came, she started jumping up and shouting again.

"It's all agreed, don't make trouble anymore, we don't care if it continues like this, you, a woman, can beat a man?" Someone cut off the bamboo broom she swung with one hand.

Grandma was still cursing, and her voice gradually lowered as everyone dispersed.Looking at the mess in the house, looking at the frosty faces on the necks of the young and old, he resentfully said, "You too, look at this old target shooting ghost holding a pole and not moving, you will be happy if he kills me "Grandma began to blame the mother, but the mother was silent, not knowing how to deal with it.

Grandma went to sleep, and she didn't eat the meal. Even if someone sent it over, there would be voices from the room from time to time: "Aiyo Lei, aiyo Lei's cry, like singing a folk song, elongated the sound."

Grandpa also got up and left, came out of the alley, struck a match, groped through the faint yellow light, and went to his bedroom, which was another house.

The child stopped crying, and then cried again after a while, probably because he was hungry.

In the hall, there was a humid and oppressive smell, and the air seemed extremely dull. No one was in the mood to pay attention to the sound of the kerosene lamp burning on the inverted tin tin box at the corner of the square wooden dining table, and the sliver of cotton sliver blooming in the candle. Lanterns.

After simply cleaning up the battlefield, the mother began to light a fire in the stove to cook, and boil water for the children to take a shower.

In his memory, the little boy couldn't find his father's description and standing posture at that time.

He is very disliked by grandma, because he was not born by this grandma, and he also makes grandpa very angry, because..., I can't say for sure, grandpa loves him, how can there be a father who doesn't love his son, especially Someone like Grandpa.

However, the little boy had heard his grandfather yelling at his father more than once: "If you were a chicken or a duck, I would chop you up with one knife." He stomped his feet with a desperate expression.

The mother kept her head down and kept busy, but in fact she had a strong heart and a strong personality. She and her father also had frequent quarrels and fights. The few children on the scene were crying and snot, wow, wow, howl, grievance!

this home.

Before the little boy could remember anything, I heard that the life at home was quite affluent. At that time, grandpa was often away from home, and he went to help people repair houses everywhere, and he was well-known around him.

The little boy grew up, and the grandfather was also older. At that time, the grandfather would still go out to pick up work, and sometimes he would take his father with him, but it was less and less, and he spent more time at home. The children were born, and life There are more expenses, less income, and family life is tense. Grandpa sees it, but he can't help it.

In terms of money, he didn't have much left. On the one hand, his grandma was always used to being extravagant, and on the other hand, he supported such a large family by himself. If you haven't learned it, it's like reading a book. You are still in the same class after reading and reading.

What my grandfather left behind, and which are still there today, are three earth-tile houses. At that time, the three grandsons had grown up and each had a decent place to live, so they were all built. Therefore, in terms of houses, they have never been That sense of urgency.

These belong to material things. In my impression, grandpa left too much beauty for the little boy.

The little boy was timid since he was a child. When kerosene lamps were used in the countryside, he never dared to leave the sight of adults. He must have an adult by his side when he slept at night. He slept with his mother since he was a child, and slept with his mother until he was a teenager.

Later, I slept with my grandpa. Grandpa didn't talk much, but he was very warm and reassuring. The little boy hid in his strong arms, nestled in front of his broad chest, listening to his well-proportioned breathing, intoxicated!I definitely didn't know it at the time, this is intoxication.

On rainy days, he would carry him along a section of water-logged alleyway, even though he was no longer young.In cold weather, he would turn sideways several times a night to help him tuck his quilt.It was snowing, and he got up early with the little boy, swept the snow off the stone steps for him, and watched him and other children go all the way.

In elementary school, he never asked the little boy how many points he had scored in the test. When he knew that the little boy was selected by the school to go to the town to compete, he would laugh. That kind of smile overflowed from his expression and did not show it in words. , not to mention being ostentatious, as if he was conveying with his heart: "Very good, don't be proud."

In middle school, he didn't pay too much attention to his grades. What he asked more was, did he have enough to eat?Did you live well?Did any big guys bully you at school?Before the exam in the third year of junior high school, the little boy fell ill. He had a worrying illness. For a month or two, the cause of the illness could not be found out. He was very anxious and a little anxious.

Technical secondary school, too far away from home, letters and papers sent far away, about each other's current situation, each easily learned from mother, forgotten or hidden, how is grandpa?I remember most the poached eggs in clear soup that he cooked himself.

When he came out to work, at the intersection of the village, he was wearing an old cotton cap, with a serious and kind face, a gray tunic suit, a pair of black water shoes on his feet, and a handle on his shoulder. The long-handled shovel watched the little boy get on the big brother's motorcycle, without saying a word, Yiyi turned around slowly with an expression on his face.

This is his last heroic appearance, the warmest image.

It was a beautiful silhouette, like a never-fading photo left by grandpa to the little boy.