Heart-finding notice

There seems to be such a story.

So a story that was deliberately buried deep in my mind.

"Grandpa! Hug!"

"Okay, grandpa will help you fly high!" The gray-haired man's eyes were tender and watery, and his careful movements exuded pampering everywhere.

He straightened his waist, picked up the boy wrapped around his calf, and heaved up and down in the air.

The boy laughed like a silver bell, his palm-sized face was red and cute.

"I like grandpa the most!" The boy grabbed the man's hair in a childish voice, and sat on his broad shoulders, his fleshy calves dangling in the air.

"I also like Xiaofan the most." The man said with a smile, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could not conceal the clarity of his eyes.

As long as the boy has been conscious, a man has been his sky, his world.

"Grandpa, why doesn't Dad come back to see me?"

"Daddy has to work so he can earn money to support you."

"What is money?"

"Money can be used to buy many things, such as your favorite chocolate and favorite toys."

"I don't want those, I just want my father to be with me."

"You have grandpa with you."

"That's different!" The boy pushed his grandfather away angrily, squatting in the corner capriciously, fiddling with the new Gundam toy.

The silence in the air was oppressive, and the boy remembered that his grandfather hated him for being vexatious.

The more I thought about it, the more wronged I became, and when I looked back, my eyes were full of tears, and I began to cry as I watched the gradually blurred figure of my grandfather.

"Xiaofan, why are you crying all of a sudden?" The man hurried forward, and picked up the child who was still below his knee.

The boy cried on his grandpa's broad shoulders, and it took him a while to calm down before saying in an intermittent milky voice

"Money... can you buy Dad?"

"Xiaofan..." The hand patting the boy's back paused, Grandpa's voice was full of helplessness and pity, he stroked his face with calloused hands, rough and felt safe.

That night there was a fierce quarrel in the room, and the boy saw his father leaving in a huff through the crack of the door, while his grandfather sat in his favorite rocking chair with his brows deeply locked.

So far, Dad has come home more frequently.

One time after returning home from junior high school, my father was unexpectedly at home, wearing the same black suit with a tie scattered on the briefcase beside him.

His face was full of tiredness and irritability, but the boy was so excited because of his appearance, he just picked up the test paper and rushed to him.

"Dad, look at me, I am No.1 in the class in this midterm exam!"

"Mmm," he said softly, without even opening his eyes.

"I took part in the city's drawing competition last time and got an honor!" Dad didn't answer this time, while the boy was racking his brains.

"Ah! Also, I..."

"Are you annoying! What to do, get out!"

The boy was frightened by the sudden yell, and tears fell down the disobedient Balabala.This was the first time that his father had shown his dislike for him so directly, but the boy had always naively thought that his father was just too busy to ignore him.

"Go back to your room." Dad's voice returned to calm, and his stern face still showed a cold breath.The boy grabbed the examination paper and ran back to the room without even daring to wipe away his tears.

Lying on the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and burst into tears, the crying weakened into a few intermittent residual sounds due to covering her hands.

At this time, grandpa went out to exercise, and he would not come back until dinner... The boy felt that he suddenly missed him and his warm embrace.I don't know how long it took, and I was tired from crying, so I fell asleep with tears stained on my face.

"Xiaofan, get up and eat."

In his sleep, a pair of big hands caressed the boy's face, wiping away the dried up tears.I opened my eyes, and my grandpa's kind face came into my eyes.Aggrieved, he got up and threw himself into the arms of grandpa sitting beside the bed.

"Where's Dad?"

"He's gone, Xiaofan is hungry, today I have your favorite red shrimp!"

Hearing that his father was gone, the boy felt relieved for some reason, but he was also a little bit unwilling.

"Okay, Xiaofan, how old are you? How long will you hold Grandpa!" Grandpa patted the hand on the boy's back and tried to peel him off from his body, but the boy's hand around his neck became tighter.

"Grandpa, why does Dad hate me so much?"

"Father doesn't hate you, it's just that he encountered some difficulties at work and was in a bad mood, Xiaofan, don't worry about him."

"But no matter how hard I try, I still can't get a single compliment from him. Dad...what kind of child does he like?"

Grandpa paused, the hand stroking the boy's hair was still so gentle.

"Xiaofan, grandpa told you that you don't have to do anything to win others' favor, you are who you are, and you don't need to change for others."

The boy raised his head buried on his grandfather's shoulder and looked at him in a daze.The wrinkles on Grandpa's face became more profound due to the traces of the years, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the smile that always gave the boy a sense of security.

"Then today's red prawns are all mine!"

"Hey, don't run so fast, save some for Grandpa."

"Don't! I am who I am, and I don't need to change for others!"

"Oh, you son of a bitch, you've learned badly."

One after another laughter wandered in the living room, the boy thought that such ordinary happiness could last forever.

Until I met him.