Grandfather and his sewing machine

Grandpa used to be a tailor, and the clothes he made were the most popular in the village. Which one to make clothes, the first one to find is grandfather.

When the age of Grandpa is getting married, I can't find a suitable one. However, fate is always destined. When I went to Xinyi to make clothes for others, he met her, that is, my grandmother. Grandma is very fond of the clothes he made. She thinks that she is dressed like a man. Since the clothes are so good, that person must be good. Let's go. So Grandma married her grandfather.

After marrying Grandpa, Grandpa has been doing tailoring. Grandma's hand is not as good as other women, so Grandpa made clothes for her grandmother and sewn her sleeves, so her grandmother's clothes have always been the best in the village. Grandpa loves grandma very much, and grandma is like that.

In the spring of the year, Grandpa suddenly unexpectedly wanted to open a canteen. Grandma didn't say anything, so in a summer, Grandpa put down the sewing machine and opened the commissary.

The business is very prosperous, too grandfather, too grandma is very happy, but can not see the expression on her grandmother's face, but Grandpa seems to have lost something, my heart is empty. When I entered the room once, Grandpa accidentally saw the sewing machine in the corner and covered with a cloth. He trembled in his heart and suddenly remembered that he had not used the sewing machine for half a year. Grandpa suddenly remembered what it was like. He quickly went to the box and found a piece of fine fabric. He sat in front of the sewing machine and got busy. Grandma didn't know when she stood at the door. She saw a smile and smiled.

Another spring, Grandpa is no longer busy in front of the sewing machine. He is very excited these days. One afternoon, my grandmother sat in the bench, the golden sun was scattered on her grandmother's head, warm, and her grandmother closed her eyes. At this time, Grandpa came quietly, and he was holding a plastic bag that was not good looking in his hand. Grandpa put the plastic bag under his arm and gently covered his grandmother's eyes with both hands. Grandma was shocked first, then laughed out, she said, have been married for so many years, I still don't know if you are? Grandpa smiled slyly, he said, I want to send you something. Grandma is a spirit, she said, is it clothes? Grandpa let go of his hand, so he said that he didn’t know how to keep mystery. Grandma smiled. She opened the plastic bag. It was a red dress. The style was beautiful. Grandma took the clothes and looked at the sun. After a while, she put away her clothes and leaned her head gently. On the shoulder of the man next to it. . . . . . Grandpa still thinks sweet when he thinks about it. He said to me that on the day he married his grandmother, he made a promise to his grandmother: When I am no longer a tailor, if I can make clothes for you again, then believe I still love you at that time...

Later, both of them were old. Gradually, Grandpa’s eyes were no longer so clear. He had to wear reading glasses to see it. His hands were not as good as when he was young, but he still loved his sewing machine and still liked to give it to him. The person he loves makes clothes. But after all, it is old, and the times have changed. He could do less clothes, so he turned his attention to making a bag. Every time you are busy, you need a lot of bags. So Grandpa took out the rice bags, fertilizer bags, etc. that he usually accumulated. He did it very carefully, and with the sound of the cymbal, a tight line, tightly attached to the bag, so that a farm bag was made. He always picks a few beautiful ones for his grandmother, and the rest is sold for two dollars.

Later, I was born and went to school. Because I was boarding school, I had to prepare a quilt, so the task fell on my grandfather. Grandpa is sewing by hand. Although he is not as smart as a woman, the quilt he sews for me is the strongest. Covering the quilt that my grandfather sewed for me, I feel very warm.

When I was in sixth grade, my sister was born, and my grandmother was called to Hangzhou to bring children. I am left with my grandfather at home. Grandpa drives his small shop and plays mahjong when he has time. But he still makes a piece of clothes every year. Whenever he is busy, he makes a bag, and sometimes I will let the grandfather make up because the pants or clothes are broken. Grandpa will never break the second time after the completion. This is the superb of Grandpa.

Grandpa said that he and the sewing machine could not be separated.

Perhaps this is the case, the sewing machine gave him love, gave him memories, gave him a word of life... Maybe if there is no sewing machine, it will all be different!

Now the family still has a sewing machine that gives Grandpa a lot. Grandpa said: It is all of mine!

Third day: Beichen