north bird south

The author has something to say: here we come. Came back on 5.25 to add: A baby asked about the ending HE and BE, it was mentioned in the sixteenth chapter.

My grandfather is 75 years old and raises birds in the northern wetlands.

When the red-crowned crane protection area was built, the war had just ended, and a lot of waste was waiting to be done. He was still young, so he stayed in the barren and inhabited swamp to be a crane guard.

The sunrise on the swamp is beautiful—I can’t describe the beauty even if I have exhausted words. If I have to say it, it is like a breath, the first time when life is born. The orange light is the cry of a baby, engulfing two green and tender lungs enthusiastically and gradually.

The old man likes to sit cross-legged on the carved granite, watching those proud cranes flying and chirping when the sun rises, and his lexicon, which is even scarcer than mine, can't contain any good words, nothing more than one sentence: "This Bird, tsk, so fucking beautiful."

Grandpa has been vulgar for decades. According to him: "Your grandpa can point to the top of his head and scold God when he is born. He has backstabs and can't praise others."

Adding "fuck" in front of the adjective condenses all the essence summed up by Mr. Lu Xun, representing the old man's highest level of education.

Probably the God who was scolded by the old man blessed me, my name did not adopt my grandfather's suggestion.The name was obtained by my father, and it is Changsheng, which is "the emperor of the Han Dynasty has an artifact, bright and prosperous".

My name is Yu Changsheng.

The old man thought my father was too wordy, so he never called me by this name. He usually called me grandson, and when he got angry, he called me dog.

My father and mother and I lived in a big city along the southern coast that developed according to the policy, and lived with my grandfather everywhere. Except for childhood and occasional vacations, I hardly saw the old man.

My parents tried several times to bring him to live with me, but the old man stubbornly refused to agree. He said that my father was picked up and had no obligation to support him.

When the old man ran on me, the most common sentence he said was: "Dog, let me tell you, your dad actually picked it up."

His father was angry at him for always bringing up old scores. Which bloody young man didn't say a few stupid words when he rebelled?Thanks to my grandfather for being able to remember the grudge for so long.

Angry, his father never gave up persuading him to live in the south, but his grandfather persisted, and he was never taken over to enjoy the blessings of his grandchildren.

I know that the old man can't let go of the flock of birds he raised.

The red-crowned crane is proud and sensitive by nature, and it is not easy to develop emotions with others. After raising it for most of its life, it is finally mature, and it is reluctant to leave.

My father is going to send me to study abroad. One month later, I will take a cruise ship to a foreign land. Before leaving, I went to the north to visit my grandfather.

He was holding a yellow dog at sunrise, and he was still sitting on the huge granite rock. His lower jaw was as thin and powerful as a knife. His cheeks were sunken by the years, his skin was wrinkled, and his white stubble was as tough as his. The back stands upright on the chin, ready to prick the little dog's nose at any time.

I only saw one photo of him when he was young, which was a group photo of five people. The old man told me at the time that he was the most handsome person in it.

So I pointed to a handsome man and asked him, "This is you?"

He glanced at what my fingertip was pointing at briefly, fell silent for a moment, and said flatly, "...it's the one next to him."

Grandpa's unique handsomeness can still hold some tails on his twilight face. Of course I can recognize which one is him, but he asked me to pick the most handsome one among them, so I have to tell the truth.

At that time, it was rare that he didn't call me "blind", which shows that my aesthetics at least fit the old man's.

I went forward and called out from behind the rock, "Grandpa."

The old man didn't even turn his head, and replied, "When and where will you go."

"In a month, go by boat." I said.

The old man took a drag on his cigarette and said, "Very good." Then he said, "Come up and sit down."

"I can't go up."

"It's stupid, not as good as a 70-year-old man."

"I won't argue with you." I thought that I would go abroad for a long time, and before I left, I shouldn't give this old man some anger, so I resisted the urge to talk back, threw the dust on the ground, and sat down leaning on a big rock .

This big rock is very old, must be older than my age.On it, I can also find my childhood scribbles, as well as the works of unknown people and when. My grandfather praised my artistic cells as "uncanny", and the brushstrokes left behind can be used as fossil traces for future generations to study.

I wiped off a lot of dust and found a line of inscriptions on the far side of the rock.

"In October, my love was buried here. He saw peace and didn't wait for the last bird to fly south."

Inscribed below is a date, a year far away from me.

I looked at the handwriting and asked the old man a question again: "Did you engrave this?"

This time the old man didn't prevaricate, instead there were smoke rings and silence, he suddenly asked: "Yu Changsheng, how old are you?"

I was in a daze, and when I heard these three words from my grandfather's rough voice, I almost thought the name was completely unfamiliar.

I said:"."

"Oh, I'm an adult." The old man breathed out, and the birds in the swamp in the distance jumped up from the grass, as if they were disturbed by his long breath, he patted the space next to the rock and whispered Say, "Come up here, let me tell you something."

I repeated again: "I can't go up."

He added: "It's really stupid."

Saying so, he stretched out his hand and pulled me up to the top of the rock.

I was a little afraid of heights, and tremblingly found a suitable posture to stabilize my center of gravity, and heard the old man say, "Let me tell you about your grandma."

I sit still.

"Your grandma is a man."

"..." I fell down.