From second to sixth grade, I followed my dad almost all the time, and when my dad transferred from one school to another, I transferred to another school.

The first time I went to Linjia Primary School, I remember it deeply. It was one morning at the end of August, it had just rained, the country roads were muddy and difficult to walk, and my father and I set off from home at 7 o'clock.

Wearing rubber shoes, my father straddled a large cloth bag diagonally, carrying me forward with difficulty, every step was very difficult, the soil there was red, very viscous, the locals called it yellow clay. Walking on such a muddy path on a rainy day is a very strenuous task.

Our house is 14 kilometers away from this school, and my father carried me on his back the whole time, afraid of getting my shoes dirty, because children's feet grow fast, and I only have this pair of shoes to wear, and my mother has just finished collecting the soles of the new shoes. All the dads kept holding on until they put me down on the brick floor of the school.

It was very comfortable to lie on my father's back, but then my father sweated and walked for a while, and my father's clothes were all soaked, and the sweat soaked through my clothes, and I became more and more uncomfortable lying on my back.

At first, my father and I explained some precautions, but then my father didn't even have the strength to speak, so he walked forward silently, and it became more and more difficult to walk, and I didn't dare to move, for fear that moving would increase the weight of my father's back. Slowly I fell asleep, I don't know how long it took, my father twisted my buttocks, said it was almost there, I was sleepy-eyed, and saw a school not far away, the school gate was an iron fence gate, black, the two doors were closed, together, in the middle was a red five-pointed star.

Dad pushed open the door, Director Wang of the school's Academic Affairs Office came out to greet me, Dad squatted down and slowly put down me on his back, my feet were numb and I couldn't walk normally. Dad limped along, his trouser legs were full of mud spots, and I limped along because of the numbness of my legs and feet, in that case, Dad didn't seem to go to work, and the two of us were more like running away from the famine.

The director of the Academic Affairs Office opened the principal's room, and my father walked in, the principal's office was 14 square meters, sitting south and facing north, the door was open on the north side, and there were windows on the east side of the door, wood-framed windows, and glass inlaid on the windows. There is also a wooden window in the middle of the south wall, and a desk is placed under the window sill, and on the east side of the table is a wooden bed, 90 cm wide, which is supported by two stools. Next to the bed, a wooden cabinet is placed horizontally, and the function of this wooden cabinet is probably to push the door and not see the bed. Wooden benches are placed on the east and west walls near the entrance. Behind the door was a wooden washbasin shelf, on which a white enamel basin was placed, and several pieces of patent leather had fallen off, revealing black iron. That's all there is to it.

When Dad entered the office, he sat on a bench and many teachers came around to say hello. I sat next to my dad and looked at the group. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Ah, Principal Jia, your feet are bleeding." All eyes were on Dad's feet, and sure enough, there were blood stains on the ground. Dad lifted his foot self-deprecatingly, and everyone laughed, it turned out that the rubber shoes on Dad's left foot were only the upper of the shoe, and the sole was long gone. After the sole of the shoe was glued off, my father's left foot was bare, and there were many pieces of rubble and iron wire on the rural road. After everyone laughed, looking at the blood oozing from my father's heel, and then at me next to me, the pair of clean little flower shoes on my feet, everyone suddenly fell silent......

Some people hurried to get hot water in the cafeteria, and some hurried to find shoes for dad in their cloth bags. After the hot water was served, Director Wang looked at my tired father, and then at me, whose hair was scattered, and proposed: Everyone disperse, let Principal Jia trim and trim it.

Dad washed my face with hot water first, and then washed my feet with hot water, only to find that Dad had a deep scratch on his heel, which was constantly oozing blood. Dad bandaged it with gauze and began to make the bed and organize the luggage. Watching my dad limp and tidy up the room made me feel very distressed.

A child is a child, and I came out of that emotion in a moment. After lunch in the cafeteria at noon, my father began to devote himself to his work, and he had no time to pay attention to me.

I was wandering around the school by myself, and it wasn't open yet, and the school was empty.

The school is not big, square, sitting south and facing north, the school gate is in the middle of the north wall, and a straight road leads from the school gate to the south wall. There are two rows of houses on both sides of the road from north to south, with three classrooms on each side of the first row, seven faculty offices on the east side of the second row, and three classrooms on the west side. The northeast corner is the staff canteen, the northwest corner is the toilet, and the house to the south wall is the playground. The north and south roads are paved with bricks, and the intersections leading to classrooms, faculty offices, cafeterias, toilets, etc., are paved with paths that allow only two people to walk side by side, and the rest are dirt roads. Two-thirds of the windows in the classroom have glass, and in winter, the windows without glass will be stapled with plastic paper, and in winter, many children's hands will be frozen and cracked, and families with better conditions will sew cotton sleeves for their children, in fact, they will sew a cotton cylindrical sleeve, and put two hands into it to keep warm.

At night, I would sleep in that bed with my father, and I would always fall asleep, and my father was still working at his desk. At that time, even if there was any dispute in the teacher's family, he would come to the school, many times, the night was already very deep, I was woken up by loud talking, and I always watched my father do ideological work for the families of employees. The happiest time is the time to get up, every time Dad will say hurry up, I will reach out and let Dad pull me up, I use a lot of strength, Dad also pretended not to pull up once, and pulled a second time, several times and three times to play with me, Dad saw that the time was too late, as soon as I made a hard effort, I was pulled up, and Dad's busy day began.

One thing I still remember is that six or seven-year-old children, playing too much during the day, will sleep very heavy at night, one afternoon in physical education class, playing too crazy, after school and running to the village to continue to play crazy with classmates, sleep very heavy at night, dream that I fell into the water, the water is very icy, I tried to climb out, but I couldn't climb out. It was at this time that my dad pushed me, and I woke up from my dream, and I found that I had actually wet the bed.

I was so embarrassed to tell my father, "Don't tell anyone." ”

Dad smiled and said: We must hang it out to dry, otherwise how can we rest at night.

I cried and begged my father: I sleep on this at night, I'm not too cold!

After humming and chirping for a long time, seeing that it was time to eat, Dad smiled and promised to say okay. I was relieved to go to the cafeteria for breakfast and then go to the classroom. When I ran past the first row of classrooms, I saw that there was a rope tied to the row of trees in front of my father's office, and our mattress was hanging in the middle of the rope. Annoyed, I rushed to the principal's office.

A teacher passed by the door and asked me with a smile: Xiaoyu, did you draw a map of China last night?

When I heard this, I burst into tears and rushed to my father's office to cry, blaming my father for not keeping his promise. Dad laughed at me jokingly, the more you cry, the more people know, don't cry.

I didn't have lunch, I didn't have afternoon classes, I felt ashamed, the mattress, the quilt with the map drawn on it hung in the yard, everyone would see it, the whole school knew that I was wetting the bed, I didn't have the face to see anyone again!

I don't remember how it ended up, but I always haunted my dad for not keeping his promise, until I had a child, and after the child wetted the bed in the middle of the night, I would think about me back then, and why my dad did that. A big man, alone with a little girl, only has a mattress, and as a result, he gets wet, what else can he do but dry it?

But after that time, I never wetted the bed again.