Since going to college, I seldom go home.Because my family is in Hunan and my school is in Liaoning, the distance between the two places is half of China, and the school is in a relatively remote small city in Liaoning.Therefore, except for the New Year, I never go back. During the summer vacation, it is extremely hot at home, and the weather in Liaoning is relatively better, so even if there is a two-month vacation in the summer vacation, I would not go back. It is also for this reason that I seldom have the opportunity to go to my grandfather's house to visit him in his sixties and seventies.When I was young, I stayed at my grandfather's house for many years, so it can be said that I grew up in my grandfather's parents.Here I want to talk about the addressing habits of our place.There is no custom of calling him "Grandpa" in our area, and my real grandfather passed away when my father was six years old. The grandfather who is still alive should be called "Grandpa" in written language.Children in our area call "grandpa" "grandpa".

I have a deep relationship with my grandfather. My mother is his eldest daughter and I am his first grandson, so he likes me very much.And there is a 20-year age gap between my mother and uncle, so it is impossible for other grandchildren to compete with me in a short period of time.When I was a kid living at my grandpa's house, he would take me with him no matter what he did.Put me on the ridge of the field when harvesting, put me on the back of the cow when watching the cattle, put me on the dark stove when cooking, and never want to leave me for a moment. Before I went to college, I went to my grandpa's house every week.Maybe because I saw Grandpa continuously, I didn't feel that he was getting old.But this time, after a year, I returned from school, and when I saw my grandfather again, I was shocked, thinking that he had aged a lot in one day, and I felt a lot of sadness in my heart.

Grandpa shaved his head bald, and the wrinkles on his face were thickly piled up, like withered pine bark.Walking was not as stable as before, and his body was much thinner, and he kept shaking when he squeezed the white sand smoke.Only that smile is still as warm as in memory. The day after I came back from Liaoning, I followed my mother to see my grandfather.When I came to his door, a neighbor was looking for something to do with grandpa. He said that an old hen in the family was lost. It hadn't returned to the cage for two nights in a row. I didn't see any shadow after searching all day yesterday. Please grandpa pinch it for him. At that time, I decided whether the old hen had been slaughtered by others, or had gone to another place.Grandpa raised his finger that was as dry as pine bark, pinched it, thought for a while, and said, "Starting from here, go straight south along this road, and you should be able to find it. It's still alive."

The man thanked him again and again, and took out a cigarette to respect grandpa.Then I shouted: "Grandpa, I'm back." Grandpa's cloudy eyes shone brightly, and he said happily: "Oh, my good grandson is back, and the college students are back to see grandpa! Hahahaha..." Immediately, I recalled the scene of every time I came to grandpa's house, and remembered talking to him. When I went to catch ghosts together, I couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in my heart. Grandpa is old and can no longer take me to catch ghosts together. I remember that more than ten years ago, the first person who came to find his grandfather to catch ghosts was Ma Yuekui who lived at the Thrushcross Reservoir.Ma Yuekui is a pig butcher.I have to introduce the surrounding environment where my grandfather lives.From the reservoir in the east along the old river to the Luoma Bridge in the west, all belong to Huamei Village. Everyone here has the same surname—Ma, except for foreign wives.People in this area all buy meat from the horse butcher, and they all know that the horse butcher has lost three sons in a row, and they all died for no reason within a month of birth.

The butcher horse thought that something was wrong with his daughter-in-law's body, so he took his daughter-in-law to various large hospitals for countless times, and checked countless times, but nothing was wrong.So there are different opinions. Some people say that the horse butcher killed too many lives and the blood was too heavy. The newborn son couldn't bear the blood at home, so he died early.But the horse butcher said, there are so many pig butchers in the world, why do others want me to be extinct?Others thought about it too, so they were speechless.Some people say that the Fengshui of the horse butcher's house is not good, and the house is too close to the big reservoir, which may have washed away some ghosts.The horse butcher said, my grandma gave birth to my father, and my mother and father gave birth to me. They both live in this house. How can I live well?Others were asked again.

My grandfather told him quietly that he might have bumped into the Ruoji ghost.The horse butcher didn't believe it either. But this time, the horse butcher came in the middle of the night with a bunch of pig intestines and a bunch of pig lungs, and asked Grandpa for help.When the horse butcher came, grandpa had already fallen asleep, and I was also asleep.Butcher Horse knocked loudly on the wooden door of his grandfather's house and shouted: "Brother Yue Yun, get up and save me!" My grandfather's name is Ma Yueyun, and he is a relative in the same line as Butcher Horse. Although my grandfather is more than 20 years older than him, They are all from the generation of "Yue", so the horse butcher called my grandpa "Brother Yue Yun".