My grandfather is a worker. As soon as I can remember, he has dealt with machinery, and he smells like oil every day.
Although he is dirty every day, the person I love the most is my grandpa.
When I was young, I would wait for him at the door every day, watching him running towards me with a dry cigarette from a distance, and hugged me high.
After entering the house and washing hands, the first thing is to look at my homework. If I did the homework, my grandfather would touch the words on my homework repeatedly, and said with a smile, grandson writes well and writes well. There must be promise in the future.
I remember that when I was a child, I liked pencil cases the most, but my parents never bought me. I often sneaked to my grandfather's house and took my grandfather's hand. Grandpa smiled and said, "You little troublemaker, you little troublemaker." But he would not stop, he would still follow me to the store, smiled and took out his rag bag, and took out the money to buy my favorite pencil case.
Once, I wanted to buy a very expensive glass pencil case. After I took my grandfather to see, my grandfather moved his mouth while looking at the price, but didn't say anything. In fact, at that time, my grandfather's brother borrowed a lot of money from him. Grandpa has always been generous. People, I only left a small amount of money, which my father told me later.
Grandpa didn’t say anything, he just took me out, and then slowly said to me, grandpa is buying it for you in the future, okay, I started crying loudly after listening, shaking my grandpa’s hand to say no, I just said want.
I still remember the sunset shining on Grandpa's beard that day, shining brightly.
I cried for a long time that day. I even forgot how I got home. The next day I forgot about the pencil case. After about a week, I was in class and suddenly my grandfather came to me. School, smiled and stuffed something in my hand-the pencil case I wanted.
It’s been too long, too long. My memory has changed like fermented wine. I can’t even remember the appearance of my grandpa or the appearance of the pencil case, but I still can’t forget the sunset that day, the sparkle Glowing beard.
What a precious love that is.