每次观看《说事儿》,黑土捡起掉在大氅上的饭粒往嘴里塞的场景,都让我想起了“抠门”的爷爷。爷爷是个老实巴交的庄稼汉,爷爷的爷爷还是老实巴交的庄稼汉。爷爷对那几亩祖传的坡地怀着深沉的热爱和敬畏,春天埋下花生,夏天撒下芝麻,秋天种下麦子,就连冬天也要种些蒜苗、菠菜和胡萝卜,一刻都舍不得让地闲着。寒来暑往,岁月的刻刀在他苍老的面颊上留下了深深的印记,像纵横交错的沟垄,盛满他念叨一辈子的花生、大豆、玉米。爷爷爱给我们讲“跃进年”带父亲 Every time I watched “say something”, the black soil picks up the rice grains that fall on the big broom and stuffs it into my mouth. All remind me of “Stingy” grandpa. Grandpa is a humble man, his grandfather’s grandfather is still humble. My grandfather had deep love and awe for the ancestral slopes of those mus. I planted peanuts in spring, sesame seeds in summer, wheat seeds in autumn, and even garlic, spinach and carrots in winter. With Cold and summer, the years of carving knife in his old cheek left a deep impression, like crisscross ditch, filled with his life talk about peanuts, soybeans, corn. Grandpa loves to tell us “leap forward” with his father