The rebirth of a small town, starting from birth

For example, now, around seven in the morning, the diligent and studious little Chen Bing got up from his grandmother's bed early.

At this moment, Liu Yue's mother was still busy at the breakfast shop at the entrance of the elementary school, and his father, Comrade Chen Shichao, was working at a construction site thousands of miles away. Grandpa, needless to say, must have gone for a walk by the river. As for grandma, through the window, she could be seen working in the yard.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Bing slowly stood up and carefully stood up from the bed. Then he pushed a small stool and came to a table. He skillfully opened the drawer of the table and found the radio from the mess.

After getting the radio, Chen Bing closed the drawer and pushed the small stool back to its original position.

After doing all this, he climbed onto the bed and put the radio under the pillow, then turned the volume down to the minimum and tuned in to the familiar radio channel. Soon, French mumbling came from it.

There are very few French channels. Chen Bing secretly searched for a long time without telling his family, and finally found the French audio broadcast from 7 to 8 o'clock every day.

After listening and repeating for half an hour, Chen Bing keenly realized that grandma might come into the house.

Don't ask me how I know, I heard the neighbor next door borrow something from her.

While there was still time, Chen Bing turned off the radio, pushed the bench back to its original place, and then returned to the bed calmly pretending to be asleep.

Ten seconds after Chen Bing closed his eyes, grandma pushed the door open and walked in.

After she came in, she first glanced at the room, and then searched in the cabinet for a while. About half a minute later, she left the room with something.

After she left, Chen Bing did not get up and continue listening to the radio immediately. According to his understanding, grandma's next move was to wake him up.

After a minute or two, she really came back here.

Speaking of which, the reason why she wakes me up at this fixed time every day, or to see if I am awake, has something to do with me. Because I used to insist on getting up on time at 7:30 every day in order to listen to the Russian news at 8 o'clock in the morning.

"My dear grandson, are you still not awake?"

A hand was placed on my shoulder, and Chen Bing also cooperated to make a gesture of waking up.

I saw him turn around and wake up "sleepy-eyed", and then opened his mouth to ask for food. At seven and a half months old, he can already eat some porridge, fruit puree and other complementary foods, so my grandmother ran directly to the kitchen and used a small bowl to feed him some porridge.

I saw my dear grandmother scoop a spoonful of white porridge with a white porcelain spoon, and then put it directly into her mouth, chewed it, and spit it back into the spoon.

"Ah... why are you looking at me, eating? Why don't you eat?"

Chen Bing first looked at the urgency on her grandmother's face, and then looked at the broken rice porridge in the spoon, which seemed to be drooling.

I, Chen Bing, will never eat a bite even if I die or jump down from here!

As Chen Bing's mouth was tightly shut and she looked very determined, grandma finally gave up after three minutes of persuasion.

"You kid, you are so picky about such good rice porridge!"

She touched her head angrily, and then ate the bowl of rice without leaving a single grain.

Most rural women have this kind of personality, always saving in a ridiculous and pathetic manner.

After dinner, grandma went to the drawer and took out the radio, fiddled with it for a while, and put it in front of Chen Bing.

It was already eight o'clock, and the French program had ended, so Chen Bing had no interest in the radio.

"Ah! You kid, you spend three days on the Internet, you have to concentrate on what you do, don't you know?" Seeing that Chen Bing looked uninterested, the grandmother didn't care whether he understood or not, and began to lecture him, "You are the same as your father, you are energetic at the beginning of everything, but you get lazier as time goes by. You know..."

In this way, Chen Bing listened to his grandmother scolding his father for five minutes, and saw her scolding his grandfather for ten minutes, and then began to narrate the deeds of the old bachelor at the east end of the village when he was young. Taking advantage of the intermission, she also scolded a dog that passed by and barked twice.

Finally, she changed the subject and praised Chen Bing, holding him and saying "good grandson" and "good grandson" non-stop.

After venting almost all the complaints in her heart, she carried Chen Bing and brought a stool to the door, peeling peanuts while listening to the crosstalk on the radio. From time to time, she also greeted the neighbors passing by and chatted with a few people.

Really, the image of an old rural woman was vividly presented in Chen Bing's eyes.

Grandma was peeling peanuts on the side, while he was sitting in a basket covered with a blanket and doing nothing.

At a certain moment, Chen Bing was stillRecalling an article called "Blessing" in high school, there was a child named A Mao who looked a little like me now.

Perhaps because she saw that I was bored, grandma took a peeled peanut and put it into her mouth.

Fresh peanuts, I haven't eaten them for a long time and I'm really greedy. Just when Chen Bing opened his mouth to eat, grandma took the peanut away with a strange smile on her face.

"You haven't grown all your teeth yet, why are you eating peanuts?"

Why are you giving me peanuts if you can't eat them?

I was speechless, really speechless. Is it fun to tease children?

Next, no matter how grandma tempted Chen Bing with peanuts, he was indifferent.

"Ah, so smart."

After sighing for a few words, she stopped trying to tease Chen Bing. If other children were teased by adults like this, they would definitely cry, but her grandson was so well-behaved, he didn't cry at all, and it was especially interesting to tease him.

Grandma has taken care of five or six children, but Chen Bing is the first one who is so well-behaved. I have never even heard of someone like him.

"My dear grandson, my dear grandson."

Thinking of this, grandma couldn't help but pick up Chen Bing and get close to him.

After enduring her closeness, Chen Bing was gently put back.

The morning passed slowly, and when the sun was hanging obliquely in the sky, at around ten o'clock in the morning, grandpa's hunched figure appeared at the other end of the village.

Almost as soon as she saw him, grandma stood up excitedly, pointed at him and began to criticize him for running out for a stroll early in the morning.

She counted from head to toe, making him speechless and no longer dared to say a word, until he walked into the house dejectedly and took the initiative to wash and hang clothes, and then grandma slowly closed her mouth.

Chen Bing in his previous life had never seen such a scene, because since he could remember, grandma no longer existed in his world.

I heard my parents say in casual conversation that my grandmother died of illness when I was almost one year old. The cause of death was not clear, but it was an old illness.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad. Compared with his parents, my grandmother was just a "stranger" who had been with him for a few months, but in these few months, my grandmother's care for him and the interaction between grandparents and grandchildren still left a deep impression in his heart.

But he couldn't do anything. He was just a seven-month-old baby now. Even if he knew in advance that his grandmother would die in a few months, he would be powerless.

After all, it was a long-term illness that took her life, not an accident overnight.

If the death of a loved one is irreversible, what can he do?