Prose features "Grandpa's Wind in Winter"

Grandpa has three dads. This is the story of their childhood.

Seventy-five years ago, grandpa was born in this beautiful village where bandits were rampant. Grandpa said that when he was born, people in the village lived a hard life. They often eat one meal and don't know the next one, so they are not full.

In wartime turbulent society, it goes without saying that you will meet bandits when you are hungry and bandits when you are unlucky. Those who have a few dollars are beaten, and those who have no money are given long-term jobs from the beginning. If you don't do it well, you can't get paid. If you make a mistake, you will have to eat a whip ... that year, living was a pain. I often hear grandpa say that it is better to die in that year.

Grandpa was born in a bad family, so you can't blame your biological father for his incompetence. Born at that time, it was all fate. Grandpa's uncle had no children, so he adopted his uncle as his son as soon as he was born. The old rules are so fixed. Grandpa can only send it with them and call him dad. There's no choice. In this way, grandpa is in two strings, and both sides call him dad.

In August when Grandpa was ten years old, a gang of bandits came to the village and took most of the villagers' food. Those who resisted were shot. Grandpa's biological father died at that time and fell in front of him. I was poor at that time, and the only valuable thing in my family was a hen. Because it can lay eggs, it is regarded as a treasure by the whole family. Grandpa used to hold it when he was a child to prevent it from being hurt. The robbers came, and they wanted to take the hen away, but grandpa wouldn't let them, which angered one of the robbers, wannabe. The imitator was about to start work on grandpa, but grandpa's biological father swore to resist. As a result, several bandits framed him, stabbed him from behind and stabbed him to death on the spot.

There is a osmanthus tree in the village, which was a long time ago. It blooms in August every year, and the fragrance is very strong, but grandpa has never smelled the sweet-scented osmanthus, because the place where grandpa's father was killed is under that sweet-scented osmanthus tree. At this time, grandpa knelt beside his father. Although the petals of osmanthus fragrans fell all over the floor, he only smelled the smell of blood all over the sky.

Two or three years later, grandpa's third uncle, that is, his second father, also passed away. Since then, the burden on grandpa's shoulders has been much heavier, and one has to take care of both sides of the family. At the age of ten, he took the mountain road to the neighboring village before dawn every day to find a job and call it a day, and then went home by moonlight. At that time, it was called short-term work. It was in such years that grandpa earned a few cents a day by doing short-term jobs. Grandpa's mother sewed some clothes at home.

Grandpa 15 years old, a man with a foreign surname led two children into this village and lived here. Later, he married his grandfather's mother by mistake. In this way, grandpa's third father appeared. Not only that, but also a younger sister and a younger brother.

Grandpa's third father is eccentric and just a learned man. According to grandpa, he was a juren. In addition to literary chapters such as poems and songs, he is also familiar with astronomy and geography. Often in the evening, he would sit under the eaves and tell several children the contents of the book. On sunny nights, he will take them to see the stars. However, grandpa's brothers didn't learn this knowledge at all, but later my uncle learned to smoke from him.

Later, life gradually stabilized, and grandpa and several of his brothers and sisters also got married. His father, Juren, enjoyed peace for several years. Looking at his children and grandchildren, grandpa's third father gradually became sad.

There are many children, but they are not happy for his old age. Grandpa said that when his third father was old, he took turns eating at several children's houses, and they wouldn't treat him badly for what he ate. Instead, he went to the mountains all day, and several children were worried that he was old. When he was on the mountain, he accidentally had an accident, but he couldn't stop it, so few people didn't give him a good look. Grandpa, his third father, is not happy either. He even publicly stated that he would be buried under the big pine tree at the northern foot of Xishan Mountain after his death, so as to ensure that the bricks used for the tomb were not needed by his brothers.

This really stumped grandpa and his brothers and sisters, so they didn't stop him at all. A few years later, grandpa's third father died at the age of eighty. Before his death, he said that he was a juren who studied astronomy and geography, and it was true. After his death, grandpa sent the coffin to the north of Xishan and found the pine tree according to what his third father said before his death. When several brothers were digging in the messy hut, they dug up a lot of bricks, just enough to build a grave.

After grandpa's third father left, grandpa began to read almanac, which may be influenced by grandpa's third father or his respect. He regretted not studying what he taught well when he was alive. Grandpa didn't go to school, but he knew a few words when he was with his third father. Later, grandpa wanted to know more words at school. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. Besides, under the conditions at that time, he couldn't bear to go to school for one ton of rice.

Over the years, grandpa gradually began to accommodate his children. After all, he is old, and many things at home can only be handed over to the children, and he no longer asks about his family's livelihood. I just take the cow to a hillside every day, let it go, find a shady place to rest by myself, and then take it home when the cow is full.

Grandpa has a big temper, just like his brothers. People in the village say that he has the same temper as his third father. Sometimes when the cows don't listen, grandpa will stop and scold a few words. But he has a good attitude towards others. In the village, grandpa is the person who has seen the most things and experienced the most pain, and has also witnessed every step of the village. He used to help erect the pillars of every house and cover every house with tiles ... He spent all his energy here!

In those years, grandpa walked too much, but his road continued. Today's grandpa spends the most time with him every day, except that cow, which is the sun on the western hills, red, shadowy, bent and cold. ...