After leaving babysitting, I found my daughter more and more like her

When my daughter counts her relatives, she always mentions You, a nanny who once took her.

That year, my family moved to Hexi.

My mother is frail, my wife and I have to go to work, and the child needs to be entrusted to a nanny during the day. We met You through an acquaintance who lived near my house.

In fact, You hadn't reached the age of a grandmother in Hunan. He was about fifty years old. He just watched his son work as a temporary worker and it was too hard to pick soil. In order to let him go to the factory, he retired early.

She was outspoken, wide-hearted and fat, and when she smiled, two flesh balls bulged on her face, squeezing so much that she lost her eyes.

Her laughs are a public resource in this neighborhood.

After dinner, I can often hear this familiar laughter coming from afar, smashing into the window, falling on the petals of the cuckoo or the newspaper you unfolded, adding bright colors to your mood.

The child became frightened, crying and not wanting her. But it didn't take long for the child to calm down and fell in love with her laughter.

The child tried to touch her fat face with her hands. She opened her mouth wide with laughter, turned her face away, turned back suddenly with a "squeak", and made a grimace, which made the child find it exciting and interesting.

She could seriously repeat this simple game countless times, laughing with her child every time.

The child has a grandmother since then.

You's husband is also a retired worker and is good at cooking. He is often invited by restaurants to help him, but he does not return home for several months.

The two sons work in the factory, one is a fan of fishing and the other is a good violinist. The wages are not high, and they are both in the stage of love. Naturally, they are short of money to spend.

Grandma You often said with red eyes: "My two prodigal sons are not as good as me, Han Han. How much money can I have? Or I, Han Han, feel sorry for my grandma. When I cry, she also cries, wipes my tears, and asks me to eat oil cakes. ." He said, and another stream of tears fell.

Han Han is my daughter.

Summers in the South are hot.

In the middle of the night, the room was still like an oven, all the furniture was hot, and the cold water was smeared on. The dark water stains were quickly divided, and then the pieces were shrunk and evaporated to nothing.

People were so hot that they gasped, and they suspected that they had the smell of cooked meat.

Even on a night like this, there were far fewer mosquitoes, and they were probably scorched to the point of dying and losing their spirits.

Of course, the child can't sleep well on such a night. He just closed his eyes for a while and woke up with a "wow".

At some point, we heard someone calling downstairs, and when we went to the balcony to listen carefully, we realized that someone was calling the child's name, and it was Grandma You.

With her heavy body on her back, she climbed the stairs panting and was ushered in the door.

She said that at home, she heard crying in the distance, and she couldn't sleep. She could hear that Han Han was crying, so she wanted to take the child to her.

She didn't have a special way to cool down. She could only fan the child all night, or go out for a night walk with the child, looking for a windy place.

All summer, the coolest bamboo bed and the most airy place in her house belonged to my daughter.

Whenever the sun fell on the high wall on the side of the transportation company, Grandma You would spray water on the ground in front of the door to clear the heat, place the bamboo bed under the plane tree, and wipe it with cold water at least twice to prepare my daughter for the night.

Her son accidentally sat on the bamboo bed, and she immediately shouted loudly: "Is this for you? You guys are so angry, with a hot ass, sit on anything hot. Let's go, it's not your part!"

Daycare is almost full. We wanted to give her processing money, but she refused to accept it, pushing it around like she was going to fight you.

Later, Grandma You's health was not as good as before, and the doctor said that she had a heart problem.

Just in time for the child to go to kindergarten, we sent her to my grandmother's house - there is a good kindergarten there. It's far from my home, and the kids can only come back on weekends every week.

In the days when the child first went, Grandma You lost her soul and came to my house from time to time to inquire about the child's current situation.

My daughter goes home every Saturday from kindergarten to elementary school.

She was still far away from home, she was about to jump off my shoulders and ran towards Youjia like the wind, until she threw herself into Grandma You's plump embrace, and once she got in, she wouldn't come out.

There are always many children of neighbors in Youjia - Youjia often has relatives from the countryside, who use tractors to transport rattan chairs, chopping boards, bird cages, melons and fruits for sale in front of Youjia, which also brings the local accent and the atmosphere of rural sunshine- - The children stayed there to watch the fun, and did not want to go home for a long time.

In 1988, my family moved to Hainan Island.

Every time my daughter eats a novel tropical fruit, she will say: "Grandma You is here, let her try this."

She wrote some letters to Grandma You. You don't know many words, and most of the replies are written by someone.

I'm worried about Yu's heart attack. I didn't tell my daughter about this worry, for fear that she wouldn't be able to accept a world without grandma.

She still often writes to Grandma You, and often receives letters from Grandma You. Every time she read the letter, she held the letter paper and laughed again and again.

To my surprise, she looked like Grandma You when she laughed.

Her face was like me in the upper part and her mother in the lower part, but her smile was undoubtedly from Youjia: she smiled so unreservedly, without scruples, and ecstatic.

I remember the group of neighbor children who often wandered in and out of the house. All of them had this kind of smile.

Grandma You will never die no matter how many diseases she suffers from.

It's not that she will leave five or six figures on her bankbook, and it has nothing to do with rank or academic title, and her worn-out furniture and old-fashioned wooden oven will eventually be thrown away by future generations.

But she left joy on the children's faces and made their smiles bloom like flowers.

The autumn rain is continuous, and the autumn rain is continuous.

Even if I am on an island thousands of miles away, I will wait for her laughter with an empty mailbox.