Chapter 418 Chapter 25 Unknown Omen

My grandfather and I walked and chatted like this, and we had already reached the mountain road between Changshan Village and Huamei Village before we knew it.Grandpa coughed twice again, and I couldn't help but worry and asked: "Grandpa, you need to rest very much. No matter who asks you to help these days, you have to refuse, or your body will not be able to bear it." Grandpa actually stopped, supported the tung tree by the roadside with one hand, and thumped his back lightly with the other hand. There was a thumping echo in his chest, as if his body was empty. I hurried forward to support Grandpa and patted his back.

"Light a cigarette for me." Grandpa raised his head, his face very ugly. He always knew that I objected to his smoking, and when he became addicted to smoking in front of me, he just rolled the cigarette in front of his nose and put it back in his pocket, but now he asked me to help him light the cigarette. While I was hesitating, my grandfather held Tung Shu's hand and put it on my arm. I felt a chill pass through his palm to my skin, like hard pine needles piercing through my clothes.Grandpa's hand was trembling slightly, which made me feel scared.I felt that grandpa was like a tung tree that had been cut off by its roots, creaking and about to fall.

"Well, which pocket do you put your cigarettes in?" I decided not to stop him from smoking this time.My hand went directly to the pocket where he often put cigarettes.I know exactly which pocket he puts his cigarettes, which pocket he puts his matches, and which pocket he puts his money in.I asked this only to divert his attention, which might ease his distress. "The bottom pocket on the left." Grandpa could feel my hand touching the cigarette, but he still tried to answer my question. I put the cigarette in his mouth and went for a match. When the smoke touched his lips, I heard a long breath from his nostrils, as if an old buffalo that had been plowing all day finally lay down in the cowshed covered with golden straw.

It's a pity that I seldom use matches anymore. Grandpa's matches were broken three or four times in a row, but none of them could emit sparks.The harder I tried, the more silent the match seemed to be against me, so that I couldn't hear the refreshing sound of "pricking".One of the phosphor sides of the matchbox was scratched by me. Grandpa sighed softly, and said, "Don't use too much force, just put the match head against the phosphorous surface, and just pull it lightly." I immediately settled down and did as my grandfather said. "Stick -" the match was lit.If there is a mirror opposite, I can definitely see a self-deprecating face.Unexpectedly, in my desperation, I couldn't even strike a match.

I carefully sent the burning flame to Grandpa's mouth.Grandpa pointed the cigarette butt at the flame, took a strong puff, his hands stopped shaking immediately, and the tight wrinkles on his face melted like ice in spring. "Liangzi, grandpa, I really can't do it!" Grandpa looked at the scarlet cigarette butt, looked at the rising smoke, and suddenly said this sentence to me.The rising smoke seemed to understand Grandpa's words, and suddenly shook, crookedly rising into the endless darkness. Due to the dark sky, I couldn't see how they dispersed. "If you don't smoke, you can live to be a hundred years old." I stared at the smoke, watching it rise into the darkness of unknown fate.

Grandpa smiled lightly, and said, "Why am I living so long? When the time comes, I won't be able to walk or move, and it will drag down your parents and your uncle. When it's time to let go, let it go. I won't live so long." "I don't know how much effort you put into raising your mother and uncle. When you get old, they will naturally take good care of you." I argued. "Son, you don't understand." Grandpa touched my head very kindly.Grandpa hasn't touched my head since I was in high school.Although it was caused by grandpa's affection this time, I still couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.Why there is embarrassment, I can't explain.

Halfway through smoking, grandpa threw the cigarette under his feet and crushed it, saying: "Let's go. I'm much better. I used to be reluctant to throw away the unfinished cigarette." Glanced in the dark. Originally, I wanted to ask Grandpa about the birthmark, but seeing that Grandpa's physical condition was not optimistic, I swallowed the question in my stomach. As soon as I came down from the mountain, the lit window of my grandfather's house appeared in front of my eyes.Grandma is still waiting for us to come back. We immediately refreshed and quickened our pace.

Stepping into the house, I quickly called "Grandma" twice, but there was no response.I was suspicious. According to the usual habit, grandma usually stands in front of the door or on the ground looking for us to come back. Even if she is busy with other things in the house, as long as I call out twice, she will respond again and again. walk out.For this kind of scene, I can imagine it before entering the door, it is like this every year, every year, it is as unquestionable as the mathematical formula learned in school. I felt very uncomfortable at the moment, and almost wondered if my grandfather and I had gone to the wrong door, but there was no ominous sign.I have been used to this kind of scene for more than ten years, and I don't believe that any external force can destroy it.But it is often what we believe is leaving us at an invisible speed as time goes by.The established life you are used to may change dramatically the next morning the sun rises.But before the change, you never imagined this change.

Naturally, I couldn't think of it either. "Did your grandma go to bed first when she was sleepy?" Grandpa comforted me like this.But his tone revealed that he himself did not believe such words, and grandpa stepped into the door of the back room hastily before me.I hurried to follow. Stepping into the door of the back room, we saw grandma sitting by the fire with her head bowed. "Grandma, grandma!" I didn't dare to walk over, and called out from a place four or five feet away from her.I felt extremely heavy under my feet, as if dragged by thousands of catties.

Grandpa also paused, and asked softly: "Is your old man asleep? Don't wait if you can't wait." Grandma still didn't move.The dry firewood in the fire was burnt to a short length, and the fire had already been extinguished, only the dark red charcoal glowed in different shades under a layer of white ash, as if they were breathing. In this way, grandma's face was illuminated by the dim charcoal fire, as if it had been evenly coated with a layer of red paint.Grandma's head hangs down, like a sunflower that is sluggish and cannot bear the burden on her head.