记忆里最清晰的,是爷爷笑眯眯的神情。爷爷总喜欢坐在窗前的土阶上看夕阳,看见我们跑来,就笑眯眯地捋捋胡须,吧嗒着他的旱烟,呵呵地笑了。爷爷那黑油油的烟袋和锃亮的烟斗,虽不是什么高级货,但被爷爷奉为至宝,给个金饽饽都不换。我们淘气的时候,就喜欢把爷爷的烟袋藏起来。爷爷一觉醒来不见了烟袋,脸上就憋出了红光,孙子们的目的达到了,都强憋着不说话。不过爷爷自有办法。他叫我们坐成一圈,开始“威逼利 The clearest memory is grandpa smiling expression. Grandpa always like to sit on the soil in front of the window to see the sunset, saw us coming, smiling whispered beard, bar clattering his smoke, chuckled. Grandpa that dark oil pipe and shiny pipe, though not what the high-quality goods, but was grandfather treasure, to a gold 饽 饽 do not change. When we naughty, like to hide my grandfather’s cigarette bag. Grandpa woke up to see the smoke bag, his face choke red, grandchildren reached the goal, are strong simmering do not speak. But grandfather own way. He told us to sit in a circle and start ”coercion and profit