Old man fish

Suiko remembers her feet well when she was an adult. The foot that kicked her wore brown heels and flesh-colored stockings.

Suizi really saw the material evidence in her mother's wicker basket. From then on, Suiko believed that she had a memory when she was half a year old. She had been placed in a rattan cradle, which her grandmother called a "rocking nest." At half a year old, she was a little smaller than other babies, and not as hard as others. That's why Grandma insisted on keeping her tightly wrapped. Tasaizi was a nasty baby that day. She did not want to be coaxed. She opened her mouth and cried at the top of her voice. Mother couldn't get away if she couldn't coax the grain, and she coaxed herself to tears. Just at this moment, the twenty-two-year-old mother kicked her foot against the shaking nest. The shaking nest became a tumbler and was about to tip over several times. My mother was so upset that my grandmother could not pull her foot, but her foot strength had been depleted after all, so the second foot my mother swung out only kicked the nest far away, "bang" against the wall. Bound in swaddling clothes, the helpless tassel naturally felt a destructive danger. She stopped crying and, for the first time in her life, began to bend the wind. After the days, suizi had a little cold, how did his mother make such a disgraceful move? It's a story for her young and old alike. Suiko grew up to her mother's surface always with a little flattery, but the heart is full of pity. Pity is not a good feeling, pity must be accepted in the perfunctory slightly disgust.

Grandma hated her daughter for it. She felt Suiko's mother was too low and failed. Her feet on the tasker were a complete confession of her unworthiness as a mother. As long as grandma lives one day, Suizi deserves a day of safety. As soon as her mother and father hinted that they would pick her up and go, her grandmother would say, "Shame on you. This is your second life."

Her grandfather also said, "The ears will not follow them. They know how to count."

Grandpa, a veteran, got disability benefits and special food supplies, and he didn't have to wait in line to buy meat and grain. It was said that he had a broken head and neck nerve. His head would turn from time to time, and if you spoke to him in front of his left, he would twist his chin back to his right, so he was always against someone and never agreed with anyone. People who are not familiar with him think he is a very stubborn and unfriendly old man.

Suizi mother saw grandpa only a little nod, with grandma grandpa said: "the old man did not secretly buy Suizi snacks? The old man hasn't been out fighting, has he?"

In Suiko's impression, grandpa never fight with others. Who would grandpa fight with when he was so insolent with an old man? His eyebrows were strangely thick and white, and when they were pressed down, everyone had to be honest. Besides, Grandpa had a lot of MEDALS, and he pinned them all on his coat when he had a problem with anyone. It was said that Grandpa had lost three toes in the war, so he walked in a deep, shallow way. As soon as he pinned his chest full of MEDALS, Grandpa made a small metallic sound when he walked quickly or menacingly.

Grandpa said, "Do you know who I am?"

That was enough, and the other party did not dare to know who he was. When he met a foolish and bold man, Grandpa would add: "Ask me which officer handed me a chamber pot when I wore flowers on my leg."

Grandma and grandpa are not in love, they can only love each other by doting Suizi. Grandpa is hard of hearing. When he tells people that he once served as an aide to a senior official, Grandma whispers, "What aide? It was a horse boom. ' When the spike grew up, I found that my grandfather was completely confused about history, far less than the spike, which was still a child. "Is this a good guy or a bad guy?" is the most common question Suiko asks when watching movies. But Grandpa didn't know whether he was doing good or bad in the war. It was not until someone looked closely at his military achievements that the big question came to light.

So we have a rough image of Grandpa: a short but lean man of sixty, with a manly limp and a steady shake of his head, trusting or disapproving of you. He carried a two-and-a-half-year-old tassel on his back and pinned more than a dozen MEDALS of merit to his chest. Suizi coat pocket filled with fried rice, she rode grandpa while walking to eat. The aunts at the nursery were stunned for a moment when they saw such a pair of grandparents approaching. Then he whispered, "Where are these old monsters and little monsters?" After the name was published on the cotter, the aunts changed their initial impression of grandpa. They began to worship the heroic old hero. All the military achievements made the old man's clothes collapse, and the left side of the two front skirts was a little longer than the right side. Most of the military MEDALS were dark in color and hard to recognize. The aunts could read: "Huaihai Campaign", "Victory across the River", "resist the United States and aid the Dynasty" and so on.

From then on, Grandpa appeared in front of the nursery every day at 3 PM. If it was raining, the old man had an umbrella in his hand. If it was sunny, it was a parasol. The old man carried a tea pot with iced Mung bean paste in it. When he saw the head of grain on a cold day, he took out a pocket hot water bag from under his cotton-padded jacket. The old man had nothing to say. What he did say was growl. He only growled when he was angry at the fringes. Tasako's complaint had a name. Whoever pulled her braids, who scared her by hiding in the corner, who pushed her on the slide, she would tell grandpa the names of the boys. But Grandpa to the nursery trouble, the decision for the granddaughter is very general, never named. Grandpa's voice at this time is not loud, but there is a unique murderous air; It was the voice of a battlefield with only a few lives left to fight a hand - to - hand battle. In short, Suizi remembered that the old soldier had a dying bravery at the moment. Scolding was no longer scolding, but a heroic and hoarse final cry.

Grandpa's repeated shouts finally put down all the children. Including the sons of provincial party chiefs. Grandpa shouted for "your big crotch and your eyes! ... Dead you a I enough, dead you two I earn a! ..."