Colorful years

"I sincerely hope that my maternal grandparents can always stay healthy and happy, and that they can stay by my side for a long time, like guardian angels, protecting me every step of my growth."

The night grew deeper, and in the utter silence, only the occasional chirping of insects could be heard.

In this peaceful and serene atmosphere, with the gentle company of his grandparents, Congcong's eyelids gradually became heavy, and his consciousness slowly began to blur.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes and gradually drifted into a sweet and warm dream.

In his dream, Congcong found himself transformed into a small and adorable bird. He flapped his wings and lightly flew off the ground, soaring freely in the boundless blue sky under the loving gaze of his grandparents.

A gentle breeze caressed his feathers, bringing a refreshing coolness; sunlight bathed him, making him feel endless warmth and light.

Congcong stretched out her wings to her heart's content, enjoying this unrestrained freedom, and was also deeply intoxicated by the unprecedented happiness and joy.

The next morning, as the first gentle rays of sunlight quietly peeked into the room and softly brushed against the curtains, Congcong slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

He rubbed his still sleepy eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find that his grandparents had already gotten up and were busy in the kitchen preparing a sumptuous breakfast for the whole family.

Congcong quickly jumped out of bed, dressed, and ran to the kitchen, wanting to help his grandparents with some housework.

He deftly handed out bowls and plates while chatting and laughing with them. The kitchen was filled with warmth and joy, and even the air seemed to be filled with a sweet atmosphere.

It's worth mentioning that yesterday afternoon, my grandfather slaughtered a plump hen, and in addition to making delicious Kung Pao Chicken with the tender chicken breast, my grandmother also carefully stewed a large pot of fragrant chicken soup.

As soon as Congcong, the little glutton, smelled the tempting aroma, he couldn't wait to run to the kitchen. He stared wide-eyed at the golden chicken soup with a thin layer of oil floating on top. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, full of anticipation.

When the chicken soup was finally served, Congcong couldn't wait any longer and picked up a spoon, carefully scooping up a spoonful of the scalding hot soup and putting it into his mouth.

At that moment, a rich aroma exploded in his mouth, giving his taste buds an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. As he sipped the incredibly delicious chicken soup, he exclaimed, "It's so delicious! This is simply heavenly!"

For the next two days, Congcong was immersed in the warmth and happiness of that bowl of chicken soup, as if surrounded by endless love.

On the third day, he finally finished the whole pot of chicken soup. He patted his round belly contentedly and said to his grandmother with a smile, "Thank you, Grandma! Your chicken soup is so delicious. I love you so much!"

After breakfast, Grandpa said goodbye to his in-laws and went home alone.

Congcong's maternal grandparents took him to the fields to experience the joys of farm work.

Congcong was wearing a cute little vest and shorts, and a little straw hat to shield himself from the sun. He looked just like a little farmer.

He followed closely behind his grandparents, imitating them and doing farm work in a very professional manner.

Although he was covered in sweat from exhaustion, Congcong's face was always beaming with a happy smile.

As the sun set, Grandpa and Grandma brought Congcong back home. They sat under a big tree in the yard, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and chatting about everyday things.

Congcong nestled close to her grandparents, listening quietly as they recounted stories of the past.

Although those stories are somewhat distant, they allowed Congcong to feel the charm of his grandparents in their youth and the weight of time.

"Grandpa, Grandma, you must have been very beautiful when you were young, right?" Congcong suddenly asked curiously. Grandpa and Grandma smiled shyly and happily.

They looked at each other and nodded. Grandma smiled and said, "Yes, we were very beautiful when we were young. But now we're old and useless."

"No way, Grandpa and Grandma, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart," Congcong said earnestly and firmly.

Hearing this, the grandparents felt a warm glow in their hearts. They knew that this was Congcong's love and respect for them, their most precious treasure.

As night fell, Congcong spent one warm and happy night after another with his grandparents.

He felt the warmth of home and the power of family love, which made him stronger and braver, and filled him with boundless anticipation and hope for the future.

However, happy times are always short-lived.

Before long, Congcong was going home.

He reluctantly bid farewell to his grandparents and embarked on his journey home.

When Congcong was young, his maternal grandfather entrusted his maternal uncle (his maternal grandfather's younger brother), who sold mountain products at the supply and marketing cooperative, to escort him home.

Although he was extremely reluctant to part with her, Congcong knew that he still had his own life to live and his own dreams to pursue.

On the way home, Congcong kept looking back, hoping to catch a glimpse of his grandparents.

Only when their figures gradually disappeared from sight did Congcong turn around and continue walking with a sense of loneliness and reluctance.

Back home, Congcong vividly recounted his experiences at his grandmother's house to his parents.

He recounted the love and warmth of his maternal grandparents and the deep affection between them.

The parents were deeply moved. They knew that Congcong had a very happy holiday at his maternal grandmother's house and had gained a lot of valuable life lessons.

From then on, Congcong cherished the time he spent with his maternal grandparents even more.

On his maternal grandparents' birthdays or during the Spring Festival, Congcong would go up the mountain to visit them, chat with them, take walks with them, and help them with chores.

He expressed his deep love and respect for his maternal grandparents in his own way.

Congcong's maternal grandparents also often think about him, and they pay attention to his growth and progress.

Whenever Congcong achieves good results or has good news, they smile from ear to ear, their joy and pride seeming even stronger than when they themselves have achieved something.