grandfather

Grandma told me a story about Grandpa.

At that time, the family was very poor, and there were many children. The family relied on the donkey cart to give others some money to earn money. Life was very embarrassing, and they often didn’t have a meal. Once, a car accident occurred on the railway. An old man was killed by a train. His family would like to pay a lot of money to find someone to transport the old man's body home. However, no one is willing to do it. Everyone thinks that pulling people is afraid and suffocating. But Grandpa agreed to disregard the family's opposition. Grandpa pulled out the donkey car from home, and together with the old man's nephew, carried the body onto the scooter and sent it to the old man's house overnight. Because it was a mountain road, it was very bumpy, and the body of the old man did not know where it was slipped. Until Grandpa felt that the car was very light, he found that the grass was empty and the body was gone. The grandfather and the old man’s nephew quickly went back and looked for a while and finally found it. I have to carry the body on the car again, but the old man’s nephew is not willing to look up and he will only lift his leg. Because the old man’s brain has been knocked out, and the empty brain is stuffed with a towel. At night, his nephew feels particularly disgusting. He said that if Grandpa is willing to look up, he will give more money to Grandpa. Grandpa hesitated for a moment and finally agreed. In this way, the grandfather and the old man’s nephew carried the body into the car and continued on their way. Before dawn, Grandpa finally sent the old man's body to his home.

Grandpa took the money, couldn't take a break, and returned home after a tired face at lunch. Putting the money into my grandmother’s hand, I only said one sentence: “Hurry and buy food...” I heard the tears coming from here. Grandma is also stunned. After buying the food, the whole family finally had food to eat, but Grandpa couldn’t eat it. He always felt sick in his heart. Grandma hardly advised Grandpa to eat a few mouthfuls, or spit. In this way, my grandfather didn't eat anything for two days. Finally, the neighbor told him that eating the rice into the toilet would allow him to eat and not spit. Grandpa did it. After that, I felt that I was getting better.

Later, the children grew up to have a job, and the family conditions were getting better, but Grandpa was overworked and left us forever. When I talked about it, my grandmother was crying. I couldn't help but look up and look at Grandpa's portrait, and the tears of the big drops came out.

The first day: Luo Hao