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Gently open the longan and bite a bite. The sweet longan juice flows into the heart like a stream of water, faintly sweet. Looking at the fresh longan of a basket on the floor, I can't help but think of him, my dear grandfather.

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Since I was a child, I grew up with my parents. The memory of my grandfather is naturally rare. Even if I went back to the country occasionally, I just left after a hasty visit. I only left my grandfather’s favorite smile and a basket of longan eyes that he personally picked, just because I said that I like to eat.

I remember that midsummer, I am four years old. I am still the child's first time to leave the city to live in the countryside. At that time, my grandfather gave me all kinds of care, as if I was afraid that I would not adapt to the life in the country. I always pleaded with me, and my eyes were full of love. Grandma also joked: "My wife is only a granddaughter, not a wife." At that time, I was still young, thinking that my grandfather was bullying my grandmother, so I rushed to the grandmother and said with indignation: "Xiao Xiao wants grandmother, not grandfather The grandmother is not angry." After all, the resounding public swayed a small fist to show his position. Grandpa is crying and laughing, but still politely said: "Good! Xiaoxiao has the final say!"

In the afternoon, I went to the orchard to pick up the longan. I was still young, my grandfather only let me pick up the longan under the tree, but I climbed to the tree and picked it. For the country, I was curious. After staying under the tree for a long time, I ran away. Seeing what is rare, I have to poke two times to be willing, and naturally I will be in trouble. No, one accidentally poked into the honeycomb. The grandfather was shocked when he heard my cry, and his foot slipped and fell. But I couldn't take care of the pain. I quickly got up and pulled me to the side. I only had two or three bees, and the common bamboo sticks waved and I drove the bees away. At that time, my grandfather smiled at me for the first time and said harshly: "Xiao Xiao, if the grandfather is not there, what can you do if you are stung by a bee!" I stood on one side and said with a low head: "Grandfather, I If you know it is wrong, don't be angry. "The grandfather looked at me and sighed: "Don't do this next time!" I suddenly hugged my grandfather and glared at the longan. The grandfather chuckled and said: "Smelly girl!" But still carefully help me open the longan. Looking at the look I was having a good time, my grandfather smiled faintly.

"Taro, I will pick you up for the longan after coming back every year."

"Okay, good. Grandpa is so good!"

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After that, I didn't go back and gradually forgot the short but warm memories. Only when I saw the fresh longan of this basket brought back by my grandfather, I couldn’t help but think of the memories of the legacy. I couldn’t help but think of him, my dear grandfather.

The third day: Chen Xiaoting