Every spring when the flowers bloom, my grandfather would go to take pictures. After the age of seventy, my grandfather got used to looking at death from the perspective of arithmetic, and he was very satisfied with his extended life.Addition and subtraction are easy to calculate.When he was fifty-three years old, he ate glutinous rice balls in a dim sum shop. He was scalded by the hot lard in the glutinous rice balls, which caused a myocardial infarction for some reason. seventeen years.The death incident before that was premeditated. Grandfather was only forty-five years old that year, and he suddenly got tired of working. In spring, he went to lie on the railway crossing, and everyone lay down. The wolf dog came first, and my grandfather was always afraid of dogs. He was ready to be run over by the train, but he didn't want to be bitten by the wolf dog, so he got up in embarrassment and fled off the railway.In the summer, my grandfather still wanted to die.This time he chose the waterway and jumped into the moat from the secluded west gate wall. He thought that he could easily and quickly fall into the arms of death with a plop. Noisy middle school students surrounded him, curiously asking why he jumped into the river.The grandfather looked up at the innocent eyes of the children, and for a moment he couldn't decide whether to criticize the children for meddling in their own business, or to say thank you to them.After the hasty baptism of the river, my grandfather's body appeared light and comfortable, but the palm of his right hand felt a little uncomfortable.He raised his right hand to look, and at some point his right hand caught a maple leaf, and the grasp was so tight that the maple leaf stuck firmly in his palm.He sat up, carefully peeled off the maple leaf from his palm, said something indescribable to the children, then got up and walked away wet.

Grandpa had gone a long way, and he heard the children behind him guessing his whereabouts, chattering in unison.A shrill voice said, what is indescribable?This person seems to be tired of life, will he look for another place to seek death?Grandfather looked at the high city wall, looked at the lower moat, looked up at the sky, and suddenly turned back in the direction of the children.Although his footsteps were a bit slow and his expression looked awkward, his eyes gave people a feeling of new life, like the summer sky, clear and far-reaching.He made a hasty gesture to the children, forget it.He said, since the wolfdog won't let me die, and your children won't let me die, then I'll just live, it doesn't matter, if I can't die, I'll live, live and make money.

Later, the grandfather disappeared around the corner of the city wall. An incomprehensible riddle finally escaped the sight of the guessers.The group of middle school students came out for a spring outing, and accidentally rescued a suicide victim. It was a typical good person and good deed, but the rescued person's so careless and casual attitude towards life and death seriously dampened the children's sense of accomplishment and brought them deeply troubled.They didn't know Toon Street's grandfather, and they didn't know why he was dying one moment and living the next.They didn't know that their grandfather was a man of faith, and since then he really stopped committing suicide.If we still use arithmetic, if living a day is really earning a day, my grandfather lived an extra twenty-five years and earned an astonishing 9,125 days. Of course, he is very satisfied with earning so much .

There are a lot of old people on our Xiangchunshu Street. Most of the old people are afraid of death, and those who are afraid of death mostly leave first.One summer, the temperature was abnormal, and the cunning God of Death hid in the heat wave, patrolled the Toon Tree Street, and dragged away seven poor old people in one go.Grandfather braved the high temperature and scorching heat to visit the homes one by one to express his condolences, and found that the funerals of the seven families were unorganized, perfunctory, and full of regrets of one kind or another.The most outrageous thing is the home of Master Qiao, a dock worker. The children could not find a photo of Master Qiao.The posthumous photo on the funeral veil is disturbing. It was cut and reproduced from Master Qiao’s work permit. It was Master Qiao decades ago. The condolencers were all shocked. The deceased didn't look like Master Qiao. He looked like his elder son, but he looked like his younger son again.The grandfather looked at it for a long time, and it was not appropriate to say what was in his heart. He sighed when he went out, and said to the neighbors, this Master Qiao is too frugal.

A person can't arrange his own funeral. What happens after his death must start from before his death.This is the creed of the grandfather.Every spring, when the flowers bloom, my grandfather would go to the Hongyan Photo Studio to take pictures. After taking pictures for many years, even the neighbors knew his hobby, so they inevitably had to discuss the meaning of this hobby with him.Grandfather said to the neighbors, you know that there is a big bubble in my head, and the bubble will burst as soon as it bursts. My life, I will leave as soon as I say it, and I will depend on them at that time. I don’t feel at ease. Just prepare a fresh posthumous photo for yourself.

The day of the photoshoot is a grandfather's day.The grandpa of the festival pays special attention to grooming.Grandfather first went to the barber shop to shave his head and face, and additionally asked a familiar teacher to dig out earwax and pluck his nose hair.From Xiangchunshu Street to the city center, my grandfather used to walk on foot, but now he is old, walking and taking a bus. It was about noon, and he appeared in the Hongyan Photo Studio with a dragon head and a cane. He was well-dressed and solemn. The black woolen tunic smelled of mothballs, the leather shoes were polished brightly, and the whole body exuded the pungent fragrance of an elegy.

Master Yao, the photographer, already knew his grandfather. He didn't remember his name, but secretly called him an old man who took photos of his father every year.Every time my grandfather saw Master Yao, he was a little shy, and he sincerely felt sorry for his delayed life.Master Yao, I'm not dead, I lived another year, and I'm here to trouble you again.He said to Master Yao in an apologetic tone, take another one, Master Yao, this is the last one, the bubble in my brain has been getting bigger and bigger recently, it is about to burst, next year, I will definitely not bother you.

The photo studio didn't really mind my grandfather's hobbies, but his own family, especially his daughter-in-law Su Baozhen.In Su Baozhen's view, every time the grandfather took a photo, he dug a hole for the younger generation. As more and more photos of the grandfather died, the quagmire of unkindness and filial piety of the children and grandchildren became deeper and deeper.In Su Baozhen's sensitive nerve center, the grandfather's footsteps towards Hongyan Photo Studio will give off vicious echoes: don't worry, don't worry, don't worry.It is insidiously suggesting to the neighbors in the neighborhood that the son is not good, the daughter-in-law is not good, and the grandson is not good, they are all bad, and I am not at ease when they do things.

Whenever the spring blossoms, Su Baozhen enters into a state of fighting. She asks her husband and son to join her camp, but her husband is indifferent to his grandfather's surveillance, and her son simply ignores her orders.This family has never been harmonious, and wars broke out frequently in spring.The smoke of the war was caused by the photos of the grandfather, and it smelled a choking ominous smell. The three generations of their grandparents and grandchildren added up, but there were only four people. No matter how the battle lines were arranged, it was inevitably short-lived. Sometimes the flames of war spread indiscriminately. , and it burned Baorun's head.Baorun was eating well, when a chopstick hit him on the back of the head, Su Baozhen resented his son's attitude of being a bystander, and scolded him that he was not as useful as a chopstick.Just know how to eat!Are you still grinning?Your grandpa lost face to me alone?What he lost was the face of our whole family!Su Baozhen pushed Baorun out of the door, urging him to go after his grandfather, what use have you put all your stupid strength to?Hurry up and bring that old fool back!

When his mother was furious, Baorun did not dare to disobey his mother's order. He dragged his grandfather in the street, and once even caught up with a bus.Baorun said, Grandpa, don't take pictures, what's the use of taking so many posthumous photos?It's not about picking pork, but also about freshness and quality. The photos of the dead are all hung on the wall with dust, which ones are not the same?My grandfather chased Baorun away with a walking stick, and I took a picture every year, why did I offend you?Go back and tell your mother, I spent my own money on taking pictures, it's none of your business!Baorun felt that there was something wrong with his grandfather's logic. He said, "Grandpa, you are so confused, why is it none of our business?"Can you see when you are dead?Which one do we like to hang up? If you hang up the wrong one, you can still crawl out of the urn and change to a posthumous photo?

It happened that Baorun’s blunt words made my grandfather clearly understand the sorrow of the dead. When a person dies, he really has no ability to get out of the urn. Whether or not to hang a picture, what kind of picture to hang, can only be left to their filial piety up.The grandfather had no confidence in the filial piety of his children and grandchildren. After thinking for a long time, he came up with a plan.He went to the framing shop to make a black frame for the latest photo, took it home, and hung it in the living room neatly.Because he had a premonition of his family's opposition, and because he was worried about the future fate of the photo frame, he bought a bottle of all-purpose glue and planned to use scientific methods to fix the photo frame to the wall forever.Borun was the witness of grandfather stepping on a chair to do these things.Borun neither supported nor opposed his grandfather's plan for a rainy day. In order to reward Borun's tacit understanding, his grandfather gave him the necessary explanation. This year's photo shoot was very good, and I am most satisfied.Anyway, the bubble in my head is getting bigger and bigger, and if it breaks, I will lose my hair. Hang up the posthumous photo first, so as to save you from making mistakes in the future. But unfortunately, super glue is not a panacea. It takes a long time and a suitable temperature to bond thoroughly. Baorun's father later used a fruit knife to shovel off the super glue on the back of the photo frame, and Baorun's mother, Su Baozhen, Shaking with anger.Her taunting of her grandfather sounded harsh because of a deep-seated grudge, where's the bubble in your head?It's a pile of rubbish!Do you still think that you are Chairman Mao and will live forever in the hearts of the people?Let me tell you, don't say you are still alive, even if you are dead, your posthumous photos may not be on the wall. The living room is the face of a family. If the old man is not worth remembering by the younger generation, why hang his photo?How about freeing up the wall and posting a beautiful painting of beauties! Grandpa was crying.Grandfather picked up the photo frame from the ground, hugged it in his arms and walked to his room. Isn't my posthumous photo worthy of hanging in the living room?Then I hang it in my room so as not to dirty your eyes, okay?Grandpa slammed the door and announced loudly behind the door, I will see my death photos for myself, and none of you will come into my room in the future. Every spring when flowers bloom, Baorun would go to Hongyan Photo Studio to run errands and take photos of his grandfather. Grandfather is always old, this year's old age is just a repetition of last year's old age.Baorun never looked at the photo of his grandfather, only once, he saw a disaster at a glance.That time he rode his bike home from the photo studio and stopped into a grocery store on the way to buy a bag of brown sugar for his mother.He casually took money out of his pocket and took out the small paper bag from the photo studio, and the photos inside fell out.Not grandfather.The clerk in the photo studio actually made the most taboo mistake.A two-inch black-and-white photo of a young girl innocently displayed on the dirty floor of a grocery store.It was a girl with big eyes, round face, thin lips, and a brush-like ponytail. She didn't smile, but bit the corner of her mouth slightly.It seemed that she had predicted the fate of the photo, and she was glaring at the world, including Baorun, with an angry and condemning gaze. Baorun forgave the mistakes made by the photo studio, and was amazed at the confrontation and neatness of the mistakes. In a small accident, the old grandfather transformed into a young girl with cardamom. It is hard to tell if this transformation is a blessing or a curse.Baorun squatted on the ground and looked at the photo, at first he thought it was funny, but then he felt a little uneasy for no reason.He returned to Hongyan Photo Studio.Outside the door of the photo studio, he took out the small paper bag and looked at the photos again.The sun on the corner of the street shone on the face of the unknown girl. The face was reduced to a small piece by darkroom technology, and it was slightly golden.He didn't think she was that beautiful, but the anger she showed towards the camera was strange and mysterious. It was this anger that made Baorun feel an indescribable intimacy.He was reluctant, reluctant to hand her over, unwilling to hand over this small piece of delicate anger.It was a split-second decision. He took out one of the three photos in the small paper bag and stuffed it quietly into his wallet. Not all mistakes can be corrected, and Baorun couldn't get back his grandfather's photo.This is an unexpected spring.The accident started with a photo, but the ending is unclear.Baorun secretly obtained a photo of an unknown girl, but the latest photo of his grandfather was lost by Hongyan Photo Studio. Paper can't contain fire.The grandfather complained about Baorun at first, but later he calmed down and distinguished the primary responsibility from the secondary responsibility. He went to Hongyan Photo Studio to ask for an explanation.In order to appease this weird old man, Hongyan Photo Studio promised to provide the grandfather with free photography opportunities for life. He thought this kind of compensation was fair, but the grandfather shed bitter tears. He said to Master Yao, what else do I have for life?People who can't live for a few days, while I'm alive, you hurry up and take more pictures of me. Master Yao took three additional photos for him.When the spotlight flashed for the third time, the sound was extraordinarily loud, and the grandfather suddenly exclaimed, "It's broken!"Master Yao couldn't hear what he was calling, but saw the old man holding his head and shaking his body painfully on the stool.broken!Grandpa's eyes were full of tears, and he stared at Master Yao in horror, burst, the air bubble in my head burst, did you see that blue smoke?My soul is gone, I'm dying, my head is empty, all empty!