A hundred years old

 　　We were too young, I do not know their loved ones will be gone

　　after the New Year, I am 15 years old, and great-grandfather was 100 years old. At the age of 100, I just sighed and sighed. I can't imagine what kind of age it was.

　　But in the past ten years, the Taigong's back has enveloped me like a spring breeze, warming my heart.

　　"Xiao Cong, do you know the grandfather outside the door? He has been staring at you for a long time." The classmate said to me. I glanced over, and an old man in plain clothes was standing in front of the door, looking around. He saw me with a smile on his wrinkled face.

　　It's grandpa, why did he come? How does he know that I am going to school here? I just stared at him stupidly, without saying a word, perhaps because of the embarrassment in my heart. He just looked at me blankly, but his eyes were so eager, his hands swayed slightly, as if he wanted to say something to me. In the end, I was called back by the voices of my friends. I waved to the grandfather, he nodded, turned and left. I glanced back and saw an old, slightly humpback figure drifting away.

　　On the way home from school, I talked to my mother about this, and my mother smiled and said, "Your grandpa is living at my aunt's house these days." In

　　the next few days, I never saw the grandpa again. Until one day when I came home from school, I stepped over the stairs, and suddenly I saw a bunch of sugar cane standing on the wall. I rushed into the house and asked in surprise, "Where is the sugar cane coming out?" I didn't know it, and ignored the grandpa sitting on the sofa.

　　"The grandpa bought it. He walked to the fruit market by himself and carried it here on foot." Mother said. I told Taigong before that I like to eat sugar cane the most, but he remembered it.

　　Looking back again inadvertently, he saw the old man who was smiling and panting. He got up and patted me on the cushion. I stretched out my hands subconsciously, but didn't have the courage to stand beside him. I stood upright in front of him like a piece of wood. I, who usually suffer from ADHD, seem to be cured in this instant. The mother went straight to the grandpa, took the grandpa's hand, and helped him stand up.

　　"Let's eat together." Mother said. The grandpa nodded and shook his head, saying nothing, just leaving. His mother wanted to continue to help him, but he broke free, turned her head, pointed at the sugar cane, smiled and nodded, her eyebrows showed doting.

　　Taigong stubbornly supported the escalator and walked slowly down. The thin, slightly humpback figure stretched infinitely under the reflection of the setting sun. I stretched out my hand and felt empty. Sitting back to that position silently, there is still a trace of residual heat.

　　After that, the grandpa never came to the city again. My mother sometimes said jokingly: "The grandpa is tired from carrying sugarcane on his back. It's such a long distance! What's the strength of such a thin person!"

　　After that, I saw the grandpa and went back to the country for holidays or New Year's holidays. But every time he knew that I was going back, he would stand on the side of the empty playground early with a cane, waiting eagerly. When we left, he stood there quietly and watched. After a long time, he staggered back. Through the car window, the thin back figure kept swaying in the wind, getting smaller and smaller in my line of sight.

　　At the end of this year at the age of 100, Tai Gong left. The mother said that the grandpa walked peacefully.

　　Sugar cane is still my favorite fruit.

　　That thin back figure was dusty in my mind, so clear and so warm!