XIX. The story of that year

When I got home, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and I had been shopping all day, and I couldn't wait to move the whole mall home. Many of them threw their things away, lazily lying on the bed, their shoes flying all over the place.

Where's Mommy?

I suddenly remembered my dear mother, I hadn't seen her for many days, and I finally came back from my hometown, and now where have people gone?

Mom's room was empty.

Neat furnishings, staggered murals hanging one by one. When I walked to the bed, I was deeply attracted by this painting. A family of three sat together, with a large field of golden rape flowers behind them, blown by the gentle wind. The little girl sat in the middle, holding her parents' hands, smiling happily, so innocent.

On the right, there are small shallow dimples.

Duoduo couldn't help but stroke it with his hand. This... Is this me? Why didn't I find this painting before?

In the past, when I was studying biology, the teacher said that a child with dimples must have dimples from his parents, either both, or one of them.

And the dimple on his right, and Mom doesn't.

I think my dad must have been like me, with shallow dimples and a charming smile. I haven't seen my dad since I was a kid, and I never know what he looks like. Over the years, my mother has worked hard to pull her into an adult, perhaps, this person who is called Dad, many should hate him.

Tears, like the lack of embankment, overflowing, may have cried in the past few days, and the eyes are slightly swollen. Many people wipe their tears vigorously and smile towards the ceiling, and when they are sad and want to cry, as long as they look up at the sky, the tears will obediently obey and never sneak out again.

"Duoduo...."Mother Xu's voice came from behind, probably because Duoduo was so engrossed in it just now that he didn't even hear his mother open the door.

Duoduo wiped his eyes, turned around, and smiled, "Mom........ this painting?"

Xu's mother did not respond, and her eyes were also clouded with a layer of fog. She walked over, stood on tiptoe, took the painting down with the frame, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, without saying a word, rubbing the fine dust over and over again with her palms. Finally, he stopped his hand on the man's face.

"Mom, why haven't I seen this painting before?" Duoduo continued to ask, Mom likes to draw, there are always all kinds of paintings in the room, but this one, she really hasn't seen it.

After a while, Xu's mother stopped what she was doing, seemed to feel that she had wiped it clean, and hung the photo frame on the wall again.

Only then did he slowly speak, "This painting was painted by your father, and there was no you at that time!"

Duoduo also sat on the edge of the bed, tilted his ears, and listened carefully to his mother talking about this ancient past.

Xu's mother's eyes were slightly red, "Your father is a painter, at that time in college, he was from the art department, and my mother and I were from the dance department, and there were many boys chasing me at that time, but I just liked your father." ”

As he spoke, his face was full of pride, and he couldn't help but smile happily.

"And then?"

"And then, then, under the fierce pursuit of your mother and me, your father quickly and obediently obeyed. ”

"Ah??? so you are still chasing my father?" Many people were surprised, but they didn't expect their mother to have such pride, and sure enough, there is a mother, and there will be a daughter.

"You stinky girl, what do you mean by chasing backwards? In the end, your father confessed first. Mother Xu curled her mouth, angry like a child.

"Okay, then you go on!" Hee-hee, Duoduo obediently shut his mouth, for fear that his mother would not say anything again.

"And then, as soon as I graduated, I got married, and after I got married, I had you, that's it. Mother Xu waved her hand and pushed Duoduo out of the door.

"Wait... Wait, then, what about my dad?" Takado knew that this question was very unacceptable, but she couldn't help but ask. When she was seven years old, she got into a fight with her classmates because they ridiculed her for not having a father. She was so angry that she went up and tore up other people's clothes before she was willing to give up. Later, I was punished by the teacher, and I ran all the way home from school crying and asked my mother, "Why don't I have a father?

Mother Xu, who was cooking, threw down the rice pot in her hand, and could only quickly comfort her, and find some excuses that she didn't even want to say anymore. As he spoke, he even cried to himself. That year, many were only seven years old, only seven years old.

A seven-year-old child, the one who has wanted to feel like a father since he was a child, and who has not tried, you will not understand.

"Your dad said that he was going to wander, that he was going to paint the most beautiful scenery in the world, and that one day, when he did, he would come back. Mother Xu's eyes were full of affection, even if he had abandoned her, she would be in the same place, waiting for him to come back.

Many people have held their mother's hand, and many years of ups and downs have come over, "Mom, let's wait together, wait for my dad to come back, wait for him to sell me marshmallows to eat, and wait for me to give me birthday gifts for more than 20 years"

"You girl, you know how to eat" Mother Xu knocked her on the head, and touched her face dotingly, the child has really grown up.

Many of them leaned into their mother's arms, lying quietly, and no one spoke.

But will Dad really come back? He is so ruthless, desperate to leave our mother and daughter behind for the sake of his so-called dream. I hate, I hate Dad. I don't want a dad, I can protect my mom!