At night, I came out to relieve my hands. The sky was like a black hole, and it was almost impossible to see the bottom. Long sighs kept coming from the guest room, and with such night, such sighs seemed even more helpless. I seemed to be able to do nothing and could not end such sighs. I lifted up my pants and continued to go back to sleep in the room. Lying on the bed, I felt sleepy, and what echoed in my mind was grandpa's sigh.

Grandpa never enjoyed a blessing in his life. When he was young, he was busy making a living, but when he got old, everything went wrong. Finally, he saw that his descendants were all getting better, but he passed away.

Several of the donkeys in my grandfather's house have died. I can't remember which one this time they died. For farmers, the weight of a donkey is half the pillar of the family. Now, the donkeys in my grandfather's house have died one after another. As the first breeder, my grandfather's psychological defense has completely collapsed.

Every time I went to my grandfather's house, my grandfather always smiled. No matter how unhappy he was, he always gave his grandson the brightest side. During those days, I was afraid that I would see my grandfather. I was worried that my grandfather would not know whether to be embarrassed when facing my grandfather. Should I pretend to be laughing or be depressed? My grandfather seemed to be a little unable to hold on. There was no smile on his face, but just asked me lightly.

I was still a child at that time, and I really wanted to comfort my grandfather, but how a child said that sentence was difficult for me at that time. I seemed to have said to my grandfather: It's okay, everything will be fine. Whether it's said it or thought secretly in my heart, I have such thoughts.

Donkeys die for no reason, which is not common in rural areas. At that time, I was wondering what exactly caused my grandfather’s donkey. Is it really because of fate? Or is it because of some gods who can’t stand my grandfather’s family? Or is it because of villains behind the scenes and pretending not to know? I can’t guess randomly, because I don’t know the situation at my grandfather’s house very well.

I quietly walked into the donkey house when everyone was sad and checked the scene. Just like a detective, I really wanted to find out the reason to prevent this tragedy from happening next time. But I didn't have any talent for detectives. In terms of superstition, I felt that the possibility was not high. Which little ghost is so cruel that it would not be enough to harm it once, and it would become worse! Even the little ghost would not be so vicious. Maybe it was because the material restrained in the grass given to the donkey, which caused the donkey to be poisoned and died. But this speculation could not be verified. At that time, my uncle and his uncle did not test the food of the donkey. Maybe it was because the donkey had some serious illness and had serious illness one after another. This speculation was a bit far-fetched. How could the donkey have any signs of illness? There is another kind of thing I think is most likely. Maybe someone had any grudges with his grandfather's family and poisoned the donkey's fodder or water secretly. Of course, this speculation was a bit bold and could cause panic, but the rationality seemed to be stronger.

No matter what the reason was, the blow to grandpa was the same. He must have a deep self-blame inside. He blamed himself day and night, and except for blaming himself, he seemed unable to save everything.

During that time, my grandfather was basically bedridden, and he was already destroyed. He must be asking in his heart: I am just an ordinary citizen, why do I have so many disasters? He has too much depression and bitterness in his heart. After experiencing family variables for a few years, he is now facing such disasters. For an ordinary person, the damage in his heart has reached its limit. He has no choice but to do anything.

The sighs after sigh are my grandfather's description of this life. He is questioning life, why is life so difficult? Occasionally I hear my grandmother say to my grandfather: "Don't sigh anymore, is it useful to sigh?" This is a kind of relaxed advice from my grandfather. Yes, is it useful to sigh? But for my grandfather, sighing may be a little more comfortable. If the things I hold in my heart are not released, people will have problems. Therefore, everyone can accept my grandfather's sigh all night.

Grandpa was a strong man and a person who dared to fight fate. He stood up and bought two donkeys. Generally, after experiencing such disasters, most people would give up the idea of ​​raising donkeys, but Grandpa was unwilling to give up. What did he want to prove through practical actions? For a period of time afterwards, I was particularly afraid of hearing news about Grandpa and donkeys, because once such news comes, my mother would rush to my uncle's house, and something must have happened again.

However, fate will not favor you because of your struggle. Grandpa’s donkey is dead again!

When I learned the news again, I wanted to become a super detective immediately and find out what was going on. I came to my grandfather's house again with a nervous mood. Compared to my previous grandfather, this time my grandfather seemed to be much relieved. My grandfather just smiled bitterly now, and I didn't hear my grandfather's sigh at night.

Grandpa may have been used to the unfairness given to him by fate, so he began to smile bitterly in life. Grandpa continued his life and he no longer stayed in bed. Compared to last time, Grandpa's condition made everyone feel more at ease. I also thought about how to comfort Grandpa, but when I saw that he was a little bored, I had a game of chess with him.

Grandpa, how about playing chess?

Grandpa smiled, Hum! Yes, let's see if there is any progress this time?

Horses are jumping, soldiers are walking, cars are eating...

Grandpa temporarily let go of his worries and fought a war without suspense with his grandson. I lost every time, but I tried my best to give my grandfather a devastating blow. Only in this way can my grandfather forget his temporary worries. Grandpa smiled! Because he won again!

A few years later, the donkey storm has faded, and my grandfather’s mentality has improved a lot. I came to my grandfather’s house again, and my grandfather was very calm.

After dinner, I said, "Grandpa, how about a game of chess?"

Grandpa smiled and said to me: "Your chess can't be played by me!"

I said, "Grandpa, I'm making progress now."

Grandpa played two games with me, but this time I won both games. But after winning, I felt even more disappointed. It may not be that my chess skills have improved, but that my grandpa’s chess is regressing. At that time, I always lost, but I was happy to lose. This time I won, and I was quite disappointed.

Unexpectedly, the chess game was a farewell work between me and my grandfather. My grandfather got diabetes and finally left the world very soon. At that time, I had just started work and couldn't go back to see my grandfather for the last time. On the night when my grandfather left, I collapsed on the floor of the duty room, burst into tears. I remembered the love he loved me when he was alive, the suffering he had throughout his life, his kind and kind smile, the scene of us standing in front of the door to take photos, and the scene of arguing with him for a chess piece.

After writing this, I recalled my nostalgia for my grandfather and couldn't help but shed tears of reluctant tears.
Chapter completed!