Chapter 34 [Serial 22] Grandma, a dream I will never forget for decades

When I was young, the eldest sister and the second sister were always arguing about one thing: who dreamed that grandma was riding a bicycle in Nanheyan?The second sister said that it was her dream. Grandma had white hair and bound feet. Then she told the eldest sister that it was her dream after a long time.The eldest sister refused to admit it, she said whoever dreamed it was whoever dreamed, how could it be possible to "think" other people's dreams as her own? Decades have passed in a flash, and when I think about it recently, no, I clearly did that dream!I can still remember the scene in my dream: on the street along the Nanhe River, my grandma was riding a half-new women's car, trembling and swaying, from far to near; Said these details.

So I lamented the cruelty of time and the insecurity of memory.Time makes you remember the plot of a movie but you don't remember whether you have seen the movie or just read the introduction of the movie. Time makes you remember a proverb but you don't remember whether it is written in a book or sung in a song. You remember a scene without remembering whether it was real or a dream.Time makes all that is past unreal. But it is also very strange that no matter how mottled the experience of a period of time is, it will always be clearly recalled in another specific period. For example, when I remember that the dream was actually made by me, my two sisters Maybe they also found that they were indeed wrong.

Therefore, when the past is awakened and is extremely fresh, I must use words to record those memories that have not been confused by time.Speaking of that dream, let’s write about grandma. She has undertaken and paid too much for our family. Our 4 children were all raised by grandma.Since my mother was pregnant with my eldest brother, my grandma came to our house, and three children were born in 4 years, and I was born again in 6 years. One can imagine the heavy workload of grandma.During the day, Mom and Dad went to work, and besides taking care of a few children, she also had to cook, wash clothes, and tidy up the house.We sleep in her arms at night, and she has a "flesh" on her back, which we drag around all day long.

As a child the family jokes were all about grandma.Grandma is from Penglai, Shandong, and she doesn't understand Mandarin very well.She often asks my mother: "What day is it today?" "Sunday," my mother said. "Oh, Monday." Shandong dialect says "day" as "one", "what about tomorrow?" "Monday." "Oh, Monday." Then think wrong, "What about today?" "Sunday." "It's Monday too, so what about tomorrow?" "Monday." "It's still Monday, why is it always Monday?"

During the "Cultural Revolution", colorful leaflets were all over the streets.One day I ran home excitedly, shouting with sweat on my brow: "Grandma—Grandma—spread leaflets outside! There are so many leaflets!"