Happy times are always short-lived.

On a hot afternoon that is not a festival, not a meal. An Uncle Zhou, who worked in the bureau, suddenly came to our house.

The atmosphere that day was eerie, Dad and Uncle Zhou were talking in a low voice, and there was a thick envelope on the table. Mom sat expressionless and didn't say a word. But it didn't bother me at all, I was happily eating ice cream and watching TV, even if it melted in some places and dripped on my clothes and floor, I didn't care.

Suddenly, a slap came at me and knocked me unconscious, the first time I had been beaten since I could remember. Dad yelled at me, "Look at you on the carpet and clothes!" It's not the first time that ice cream has soiled the carpet and clothes, and adults used to wait for me to finish eating and then help me clean up.

My mother put her arms around me and said to my father almost without any emotion, "What are you throwing at your child?"

Uncle Zhou seemed to feel the atmosphere awkward, and got up to leave. Dad sent him to the door, and Uncle Zhou finally stopped lowering his voice and said, "What I told you, you should think about it." ”

The next day, Dad was taken away.

There were several police inspectors, and Dad had no room for resistance.

I peeked down the stairs through the crack in the door, just like I had peeked at TV many times. Dad was still tall, but he never looked back at me.

The family was in chaos, and the grandparents sold the newly built tiled house that they were going to divide the family for their brothers, and borrowed it from relatives and friends, but my father did not come back.

The roof leak happened to be rainy.

Within a few days, my mother's job was gone, and our little family was gone. All the valuable things in the two-bedroom hall were pulled away by my grandfather who called a big truck, and I was taken away with my mother, who was sitting in the co-pilot of the truck. She, like her father, never looked back at me.

I was left with some worthless things and was placed on the big dirt slope to go to the countryside. When I was young, I didn't know what sorrow was, and the adults were busy moving things, but I tried on one dress after another in front of the dressing mirror. But I didn't know that the people around me were watching the excitement of my house.

I thought my parents would be back soon, but when the grapefruit tree fell fruit and blossomed, and blossomed and bore fruit, they didn't come back.

Many years later, I learned that my father's crime was selling public property and taking drugs. The grandparents found a lot of people, and the former can not be held accountable for making up for the loss, but the latter is unforgiving.

There were two second-rate sons in the village, who didn't do their jobs all day long, and when they retired from the army after their father, they were entangled with him. Once, they asked Dad out for a drink, got him drunk, and stole the key to the unit's warehouse that Dad kept.

The two second-rate sons attacked their father for the first time, and they didn't dare to do anything big, so they only tentatively stole them out and sold some of them. When Dad found out, he thought it was a minor problem and pasted it with his salary. In his opinion, the two second-rate people did not have a serious job, and it was reasonable for him to help them.

This gang is out of control, and the two second-rate people steal more and more times, but only a little bit each time. They told Dad that there are so many things in the warehouse, flowing in and out, if you modify the quantity, it won't be discovered.

The behavior of the two second-rate children was soon discovered by the grandmother, who stood at the head of the village and beat gongs and drums, and trumpeted the deeds of the two of them stealing chickens and dogs. Although the two second-rate sons often make mistakes, when their grandmother makes trouble at home, they can only be turtles with shrunken heads and apologize with their elderly parents.

Grandma is afraid that her father will lose her job, and second-rate children are afraid of going to prison, so this matter is like this.

But Dad became famous among a bunch of people, and he was eventually lured into taking drugs. It's a money-burning hobby, not to mention that sometimes you have to manage several people, and finally one day, the East Window incident happened.

The day before the incident, Uncle Zhou came to report the news and send money, but Dad didn't leave. I haven't seen Uncle Zhou since, but he was the only one who sent money home after knowing that my father had an accident.

No one told me exactly how my dad started taking drugs, and I don't want to know. But how it ended, I saw it with my own eyes.

The drug rehabilitation center is in the county seat, and my mother took me to it once. Dad had a shaved head, and everyone was wearing a blue suit that had been washed and whitened. Dad seems to be thinner, but his eyes are clearer. I would talk to him at that time and tell him that I had fallen out of bed last night wrapped in a quilt and slept on the floor until the next morning. He just smiled and touched my head.

There was a long road to leave, with a wall with windows on one side and iron mesh on the other. Inside the iron net, a man in a blue suit was pressed to the ground by several people, screaming hysterically and resisting. Mom hugged me, pressed my head on my shoulder, and walked out quickly.

From then on, until my father came out, I never went to the drug rehabilitation center again.

Mom lost her job because of corruption. The bank lost 50,000 yuan, and finally found out to my mother, who was an accountant. Where did the money go and what did it do, my mother has not explained so far, but her silence is equivalent to admitting her guilt.

My mother was also conscientious when she was on the job, and the president and director discussed and decided not to pursue the loss. But the bank will certainly not be able to stay any longer, and as a bank clerk, the house allocated by the unit will also have to be repossessed.

The grandparents bear part of the bank's losses, and the other part falls on the grandparents. Dad's matter has left the family in debt, and grandma disregarded the last trace of face and begged her brothers and sisters who were separated when they were young.

At that time, the little aunt with excellent grades still wanted to go to school, but she couldn't get a penny. Grandma found her mother and tried to ask her to think of a way, but she still didn't say a word, didn't say yes, and didn't say no. Because of 50 yuan, my little aunt dropped out of school before graduating from junior high school, and together with my eldest aunt, I went to work in the silk reeling factory in the town.

At that time, the little uncle was still working with others, and his salary was paid once a year, so in the days when he came back for half a year, the family was full of sadness.

But what's the use of coming back, the money is just a formality in the hand, and in the blink of an eye, it is in the hands of the creditor again.

After returning to the countryside, the neighborhood relationship was quite harmonious, and there were few door-to-door debt collections. Although they lend out a small amount of money, for them, they can already take out a lot.

There was a grandfather in the village who made baked cakes in the town, and almost every evening, he would bring me a small baked cake with brown sugar filling, which was the most delicious snack I can remember.

The children may not know what is going on, but they will still come to me to play, including the daughter of Grandpa's family and the daughter of one of the second-rate children. However, my toys will always be lost inexplicably, until I am almost out of toys, and the second-rate girl will no longer come, and it will be the daughter of my grandfather's family who has been with me until junior high school.

When I went to the bank house with my grandmother to move the last bit of things, I heard terrible news. Just the night before, Uncle Xia, who was selling cloth at a stall in front of the bank, stabbed his wife to death because of family conflicts, and blood flowed out of the alley. And his only daughter, Xia Er, who is a year older than me, witnessed the whole process.

Maybe I'm lucky compared to summer. At least I, my family is not dead.

But there are things that I'd rather never got.