"Baby, didn't you go to Pingle Temple? The monks in the temple didn't tell you the day?" Yu Yan said with concern.

"Mom, Master Wangkong said, what heavenly secrets should not be revealed, Amitabha, I don't understand, my wedding with the wind chime is a big deal, of course I came to ask for your opinion?"

"Baby, don't worry, this is a big deal, I'll just figure out a way with your dad in the future, is there anything else?"

"It's all right. ”

"If it's okay, let's be busy, I have a very important customer coming today, I'm too busy." ”

"Mom, then I'll help you. ”

"No need, you have been in Chengdu for a long time, and you have forgotten what I taught you, go and accompany your little husband. Yu Yan smiled obscenely.

"Alright, I'm out. ”

I'm bragging to Wanqing, this girl is so coaxing, she deceived her in a few words, and she just happened to come out, with an unhappy face.

"Wife, what's that expression?" I asked.

"Oh, it's okay, let's go, let's leave for your house, Wanqing is fine anyway, are you going?" Zuo Mi said.

"Miss, there are very important customers coming today, I won't go, you and Brother Feng Chime have a good time, come back early." ”

Zuo Mi didn't know where to buy the gifts were packed in the trunk, so we set off, or Zuo Mi to drive, I was really difficult enough, I didn't even know where my home was, if it weren't for Jin Wenhui and Zuo Mi They didn't dislike me, I didn't do well now I am living on the streets, time flies quickly, more than three hours in a row, I got off the highway, looking at this city, I have to say that compared with Chengdu and Chongqing, it is still too bad, surrounded by high mountains, like a basin, there is a little flat ground in the middle, unpleasantly I am curious that there is Wanda Plaza in this place, which makes me curious about this city。

"Wife, this city feels small and exquisite, and my hometown is like this, which is really interesting. I sighed.

"Yes, it's the first time I've come here, I'll take a look, it's still a few kilometers away from your house, not far from the high-speed rail station. ”

"High-speed rail station, so to speak, my family is quite rich. ”

"Oh, so I'm climbing you. ”

"No, I didn't say that, you said it yourself, and you said it from beginning to end. ”

"Poor mouth. ”

Soon the car stopped under a self-built house, and when I got out of the car, I looked at the place and couldn't remember it at all.

"Is it really not a little impressive?" asked Zuo Mi, looking at me who was dumbfounded.

"Nope. Is our family here?"

"Yes, I heard Tang Tang say that it is on the fifth floor, let's go up. ”

When we got to the fifth floor, we knocked on the door and there was no response.

"Sister Zuo, could it be a mistake and didn't react?"

"No, the address Tang Tang sent me is here, it shouldn't be wrong. ”

"Then let's find a place to eat, and we'll see if there's anyone there. ”

Zuo Mi listened to my opinion, and after dinner, we also took a stroll around the scenery by the river, and returned to this self-built house with only six floors high, but there was still no response, but someone downstairs opened the door, and a middle-aged woman poked her head out and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, who is the owner of this family?" Zuo Mi said.

"Oh, he has died, and the key is with me, and he said he left it for his son, and he left a letter with me. ”

Zuo Mi opened the door, and the house was clean except for a little dust.

"Is this really my house?" I asked Zuo Mi rhetorically.

"Yes, husband, this is a letter left to you by your father, and your father has ......"

"I see. I lit a cigarette and smoked it myself, Zuo Mi looked at me helplessly, at a loss, seeing that there was still some dust in the room, picked up a broom and began to clean.

I looked at this letter, I probably knew what was going on, I was very unfilial as a son, I didn't even see my father's last face, looking at this letter, I remembered when I was a child.

When my father was young, he was a very handsome guy, with a height of 1.75 meters, thick eyebrows and big eyes, sharp edges and corners, especially full of bookishness, and the return rate was quite high. I inherited my father's good genes, and I have to thank him for everything except my size. For me, fatherly love is like a debt that I will never be able to repay for the rest of my life.

One morning, I was sleeping soundly when a phone bell woke me up, and I reluctantly touched the phone: "Hello, that one?"

"It's me, your father, happy birthday son!Happy forever!" I scrambled to my feet and picked up the desk calendar on the bedside table. But no, today is Laba, my lunar birthday, I have long forgotten. But my father didn't forget, and he wished me a happy birthday just like I did when I was a child. I was speechless for a while, "Thank you Dad" before I could say anything, and the phone had hung up.

Actually, I should have thought that every year on this day, my father would call to say hello. In his eyes, I will always be a child, and my father looks simple, but to me, it is heavy.

It was my father's misfortune and my misfortune, when I was 13 years old, my mother was killed by an illness at the age of nearly 30. At the age of 13, I don't know how many mother's stories I will remember in the future, only that mother's love has become an eternal memory.

He lost his mother's love at the age of two, and when he reached middle age, he lost his beloved wife. I vaguely remember the tearless grief on my father's face on the day my mother died. Many years later, when I knew how to love and have love, I could better understand my father's pain at that time. And all the pain did not erode my father's confidence in life, because he knew that there were still children he loved who were waiting for him and relying on him.

When I was in middle school, my home was far away from school. It takes more than an hour to ride a bicycle, and there are either mountains or large fields on both sides of the road, and there is a small mountain village with dozens of families in the distance. In winter, when I turned into the mountain road and watched the sun set, I was terrified, and I always felt a voice behind me. A gust of wind blew, and I was scared into a cold sweat, and I was wearing less clothes, but it was even colder when I was scared.

Cold, through the moonlight and snowlight, I felt as if there was a figure in front of me, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat, it wouldn't be a bad person. Or...... I had no way back but to forge ahead.

When it got closer, it was indeed a figure, as if it was still pushing a bicycle. It's a little familiar, and I finally see it clearly...... Father, he took me out more than twenty miles, and then stood there waiting for me. The moment I saw my father, I finally let go of a hanging heart, but looking at my father's face full of hoarfrost and constantly rubbing his hands, a moving feeling was difficult to let go. I felt so guilty that I could have allowed my father to come so far to pick me up in the winter when it was minus twenty or thirty degrees Celsius, and it would be a whole winter to pick me up.

Mountain roads, ravines, moonlight, snow, on the long way home, 13-year-old I silently told myself that I must study hard and be admitted to the ideal school, worthy of my father's wind and snow all the way. When I was admitted to a key high school as I wished, my father's suddenly bright smile has been wandering around the simple four-wall space, traveling through time and space, and I am happy to this day.

After a few years, my father still seems to be waiting for me from school, but it has become me waiting for my father, as the years go by, my father is no longer as vigorous as before, his steps are slow, walking on the mountain road with heavy steps, at that time I borrowed the neighbor's motorcycle, and arrived home in just ten minutes, although it was only a short ten minutes, I can imagine my father shivering in the cold wind, and has been persevering.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and I can't help but think of the past that I reluctantly remember and want to forget forever.

At that time, for a little boy, a new dress was the greatest hope and happiness. My mother prepared our new clothes early, because the conditions at home were not good, and I didn't usually buy new clothes, most of them were worn by my cousin for me, and I wore them for my neighbor's younger brother. I remember one time my mother took me to the market, I was wearing a white shirt that already belonged to my neighbor's brother, and before I could set off, my brother cried and chased out, shouting "Don't wear my clothes...... while chasing" Looking at the figure of my brother running behind, I sat on my mother's bicycle and smiled triumphantly. Now that I think about it, my laughter was so hateful, and my brother's crying back then was probably not only because I was wearing her clothes, but also because my mother took me out on the street and left her at home.

But no matter how we deal with it, when the New Year is over, my mother will not treat us badly. Either buy a brand new flower cloth and sew it by hand, or take us to the market to choose a new set of clothes when we have a little more money, so that we can wear our favorite clothes and visit relatives on the morning of the first day of the new year.

Mother left, half a month before the Spring Festival. As the Spring Festival approached, my father finally told me, "I won't buy you new clothes this year, although I have a hunch, I still have a little hope." Now, with all hope shattered, and the Spring Festival no longer meaningful, I immediately felt the pain of losing my mother, which even went beyond watching my mother's coffin being carried away by a large group of people, and then there was no more bedridden figure on the kang in the house.

I hid in the corner and cried, on a cold day, there was a pain in the tears on my face, but I couldn't control it, it seemed that the only way I could vent at that time. I know that kind of sadness is downright for a child, there are no distractions, only deep longing for the mother, and then endless assumptions that she is still alive.

The day before Chinese New Year's Eve, my father suddenly told me to take me out on the street. I sat on the back seat of my father's bicycle, forgot about the pain, and went to the market happily, wandering through the stalls selling clothes with great interest, and finally chose a cooler top, and I still remember the moment when I wore it embroidered with cartoon characters on each of my two pockets. I forgot all the pain and didn't think about why my father had changed his mind. That Spring Festival, I have no regrets, but it left me with deep irreparable regrets in my life. Isn't it just a piece of clothing, in order to satisfy vanity, I don't understand the embarrassment and hardship of life that my father faces. Today, even if I could afford to buy more clothes for my father, how could I not make up for my guilt.

When I went to work, I felt more relaxed than ever, and I finally couldn't drag my father down, and I had the spare energy to do something for him. I was so busy that I didn't know how much I had to communicate with my father, and I didn't know if he was lost, and every once in a while, my father would always find an opportunity to visit me in my lodging building, sometimes I would accompany him to lunch, and sometimes I would just say a few words in a hurry, and then watch his background fade away.

After retiring, my father was not busy and opened a small clinic by himself, although the business was average, he used the pen in his hand to write about the people and things around him. Writing was his hobby when he was young, and we all hope that he will work hard to delay his aging and give us more time to repay his hard work.

Once, I stumbled through the newspaper and read his article, reminiscing about my mother. Time flies, my father's pen to my mother has never been erased, and all the pain and thoughts in my father's buried heart have been suddenly released in the words. But he worked hard to always be strong, optimistic, kind, selfless, and motivated, leading and caring for his son, saying goodbye to the past, and moving forward into the future.