gentle and cruel

Obviously it didn't feel as good as I imagined, but the backlash was so amazing. For two consecutive meals, I saw my grandma holding a bowl in silence and began to wander. The good-natured grandma greeted everyone to eat and drink, and my father also mentioned the deceased grandma's excellent craftsmanship in front of the guests. When I put the bowl in the restaurant, I saw my aunt and my grandmother gathered together. A second later, my aunt, who was still smiling at the table, said sadly, "Don't mention him, you'll get angry when you talk about it." Silence. Going home alone in the back seat, and the uncle who is driving in front, can only communicate in a real sense when talking about my cousin who is far away in Harbin. The difference between the taste of home is that we do not have the surname Hengshan.

Many knots exist, although they are well aware of it, but they are still left to it day after day.

I would still choose to leave quickly after dinner to avoid being bored, or I would turn away when I saw their loneliness, because even though the distance between them is clear, I never know how to get close.

I used to bow to everyone who came to express condolences in the most traditional way at my grandfather's funeral. I knelt all the way up the hill during the funeral, and cried uncontrollably at the road festival. In fact, my grandfather and I in the countryside have maintained the frequency of seeing each other once a year for 20 years. We have lived together for less than a month, and we may not talk for more than two hours. It's not that I know how to cherish it after losing a few percent of the truth. I have thought about it countless times if I start over, and the answer is always clear and cruel. The gaps in age, background, concept, and even language are not easily bridged by kinship. Saluting and crying are not due to the remorse that the child wants to support and the parent is not there, but the emptiness and self-healing after facing the gap and inaction or self-confessed inability to do anything. The mother's four-generation family will no doubt repeat this scene.

Therefore, many people will say that once a year is enough after watching their parents' disappearing figures for a long time, and they will calmly say that they have not fulfilled their wishes until their parents pass away three years later. What they hear is not remorse but sigh .

Just like the father who became a doctor according to his grandfather's wish, chuckled at his father's funeral, "What's the use of doing this?", and then continued to dance in front of the coffin according to the instructions of the magic stick.

The legend that grandma cooks first-class side dishes often appears at home banquets, and yellow butterflies can also be glutinous rice cakes or sweet potato cakes.

Walking without stopping originally meant just walking, walking, gaining, losing, and going back and forth. Those who are slow a beat may be regretted for life or occasionally sentimental, and they will not stop or stop.

The undercurrents and surging minutiae are strung together to form a life. Without tears, it is the real place, gentle and cruel.

Maybe it's just as good as childhood memories.

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