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Hong Yanwu took a deep breath and finally opened the door with a trembling hand.

"Squeak-", the doorshaft snapped. As a stronger smell of medicine came to his face, the dream home was presented in front of his eyes.

Welcoming the door was the elm table, with a steaming medicine jar in the corner, which seemed to have just been decant.

There were still so many burns and scratches on the tabletop, and the only remnants of the luodian inlays on the table were cut off with a knife when he was a child. In his memory, his father often sat at this table, drinking his unchanging jasmine double smoke, and from time to time he would squint his eyes and hum a few words of "Xiaoyaojin".

On the table behind the table is a white porcelain bust of a god-like leader, which was placed here after the young revolutionary smashed the original pastel hat rack. The gilded Western table clock on the case seems to be the mother's dowry, it has been a few years, but it can still walk, but the little foreigner in it can no longer turn, and every hour is two or three minutes faster.

On the wall behind the case is a photograph of a great leader, framed in glass, and hung in the middle of the hall. And the grandfather's Xishan landscape that was originally hung here, and the couplet written by his father, "Danxia comes out of the bright moon, and the wind moves the stream", but during the "movement", it was secretly burned by the mother behind closed the courtyard door. At that time, my father couldn't bear to look at it, so he hid in another house and couldn't come out. At the same time, many other calligraphy and paintings, as well as photographs and letters, were reduced to ashes.

In short, the whole hall looks dilapidated and old, the tone is gray and dull, but everything is neat and spotless. The most decent thing in the house is the pot of jade-skinned narcissus on the flower table by the window. In a rectangular daffodil pot, the water reveals a variety of sparkling colored stones. The emerald green seedlings growing on a few flower bulbs are either nine or eleven qi, and almost all of them bloom every time they bloom. Basking in the sun, it shows colors and vividness that are very different from the environment.

"Who?" a crisp inquiry came from the back room on the west side.

"Me. Hong Yanwu hurriedly stepped into the house.

When he closed the door and turned around, a girl with a medicine bowl in her hand had come out of the back room, looking at him in a daze, her eyes full of surprise.

"Brother?"

"Xiaoru. ”

Hong Yanwu had a smile on his face, but his voice was already choked.

His younger sister Hong Yanru is three years younger than him and looks like her mother. She was dressed in a light blue plain dress with many patches, and she stood in front of him like this.

At this time, looking at the good sister who had been lost in his memory made Hong Yanwu feel so kind and warm.

My sister is still young, has not yet started a family, and has not given birth to children. The important thing is that she is really alive!

For a moment, his eyes blurred.

Hong Yanru couldn't understand Hong Yanwu's inner turmoil at all, and her reaction was only surprise. She couldn't wait to put down the medicine bowl, hugged Hong Yanwu's arm, and affectionately pulled him straight to the west room.

"Third brother, come, come in......" Hong Yanru shouted excitedly while reporting to the back room. "Dad, my third brother is home!"

In this way, Hong Yanwu was dragged into the west side of the inner room.

On a small bed converted from an arhat bed, he saw at a glance another loved one he had lost, his father Hong Lucheng.

When father and son saw each other, they were undoubtedly excited about each other.

Hong Lucheng's eyes lit up obviously, and he even held his hands and wanted to sit up. But after a while, he gave up again. Then he turned his face cold in the trembling of his body, and forced himself to look indifferent.

In his previous life, Hong Yanwu had never seen his father on the sickbed, so his father's current illness brought him a strong shock. His father was much thinner than his last impression, almost to the point of skin. The broad forehead, sunken eye sockets, and gray hair all showed a terminal haggardness.

Thinking of the contradictions between their father and son in their previous lives, and the regret of never seeing each other again. At this moment, he inevitably had an extremely complicated feeling. There is fear, there is luck, there is regret, and even some illusory and unreal.

Prompted by an inexplicable sourness and melancholy, he walked to his father's bed and called out affectionately. "Dad!"

Hearing this, Hong Lucheng's eyes turned obviously red, but he still kept his face calm, pretending not to know him, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

One sentence made Hong Yanwu extremely embarrassed but speechless, he couldn't help but look at Hong Yanru.

But my sister couldn't help it, her big eyes were all helpless, so she could only bite her lip gently.

Hong Yanwu groaned and took the initiative to bow his head to show goodwill. "Dad, I'm your son. Are you alright?"

Hong Lucheng frowned and snorted coldly. "I don't need you to worry about whether I'm okay or not. Didn't you say I didn't have a father?"

These words are tantamount to a slap in the face.

"Dad, I miss you, this is my home. Yes, I said bastard things at the beginning, I am an unfilial son, I am sorry for you. That's why I'm asking for your forgiveness. Hong Yanwu's head lowered the more he spoke.

"Forgive me, I'll tell you, it's late!"

It can be seen that Hong Lucheng is very angry. He slammed the edge of the bed hard as he spoke. "Are you not only sorry for us, who are you worthy of for those things you have done? ”

Hong Yanwu's heart was sinking, and he knew that what he had done was like a knife, which had pierced his father's heart. And he can't complain about his father's accusations at all.

"Dad, you see, the government has forgiven me, and by letting me out, they are giving me a chance to be a new person. I beg you to give me another chance too......"

Hong Yanwu's plea made Hong Lucheng's face very painful, but his attitude was still categorical.

"If you can change it to today, don't bother talking. In the future, you are you and I am me. You'd better go. ”

"Dad...... You're ...... Forgive the third brother this time. Dad, please. ”

Hong Yanru saw that her father seemed to be dead set on and really wanted to drive her brother away, so she finally couldn't help but interject and plead.

Hong Lucheng was very unhappy because of his daughter's participation. "Xiaoru, it's a lot of things, you don't know how he left this house?"

Although Hong Yanru said that she didn't want her father to be angry, she still refused to give up when it came to Hong Yanwu's stay. "It doesn't matter how the third brother couldn't stand you before, and how you were angry with the third brother before, after all, ...... After all, he's your own son, can't you forgive him?"

Speaking of this, she turned her head again to comfort Hong Yanwu. "Brother, actually...... Mom and Dad miss you a lot......"

But Hong Lucheng snorted coldly and denied it directly. "Shut up. I don't have this son. He had severed ties with the family two years ago. Let him go!"

Hong Yanru was really anxious, and she talked back to her father for the first time. "Dad, you can't be so impulsive. Who doesn't make mistakes? You'll regret driving your own kids!"

If it were an outsider, I might have forgiven him and tolerated him, but when I thought that he was my son, I felt cold from my heart...... One of the most regrettable things I've done in my life is that I shouldn't have given birth to him, I shouldn't have a son like him!"

These words, like a thousand knives, made Hong Yanwu feel that his body and mind were bleeding. In an instant, the pain and indebtedness of the past were as clear as a knife. His face was pale, and he longed to find a crack in the ground to drill down.

Hong Yanru didn't expect her father to say such heavy words, and let out a sad cry. "Dad!"

"Xiaoru, you have to help him talk again, I'...... I don't recognize you anymore. ”

Hong Lucheng was angry and reprimanded his daughter for the first time. After that, he closed his eyes and said nothing, and then stopped looking at the two children in front of him.

Hong Yanru couldn't help but take a step forward, and wanted to say more.

But Hong Yanwu didn't want his sister to be angry with his father, so he frowned and pulled her and shook his head.

However, Hong Yanwu was not discouraged, and when his father calmed down, he pleaded again gently. "Dad, blood is always blood, no matter how opposed we are, wherever you go, you are also my father. Can we have a good talk?"

Hong Lucheng was very resistant, and his eyes were still closed. "If you can't change your temperament, there's nothing to talk about. In your original words, 'I don't want to stay in this house anymore', 'I'm always against you'. In this case, we simply broke it off, so as not to be awkward for both of us. ”

Hong Yanwu seemed to have been slapped again, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he regained his courage, "Dad, I know you are angry, and you don't want to believe me anymore." But can you listen to me?"

Hong Lucheng was still indifferent, and he didn't even snort lazily.

Hong Yanwu suddenly had a feeling at this time, feeling that there would be many unexpected things in life. In the past, he never thought that his willful behavior would bring what kind of pain his relatives would bring to him, and his father would reject him so much. And this result has now pushed him into an embarrassing and unspeakable situation, wanting to cry without tears. This is probably the so-called causal cycle.

A deep remorse struck him, and he hung his head deeply, tears falling uncontrollably.

Hong Lucheng seemed to feel something, and unconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at Hong Yanwu.

But Hong Yanwu was immersed in his emotions and didn't notice it at all. Only whimpered and continued.

"Leaving home made me think a lot, for better or for worse, and how heavy the price I paid for my mistakes, I'm afraid only I know. You used to say that blisters on your feet came out of your own. That's right, I can now appreciate more and more the meaning of this sentence, no matter what you think, this home will always be my home. You'll always be my dad. I left home, left you, left my mother, left my loved ones, this was the only thing I did wrong. ”

These words, every word is full of true feelings, accompanied by choking and hoarseness, it sounds impossible not to feel agitated.

Therefore, when Hong Yanwu's voice fell, no one spoke in the house for a long time.

In this strange silence, not even the clatter of the bells of the hall could be heard, only the bleak wind outside.

This also made everyone in the room quietly feel the heaviness of the atmosphere, and felt the entanglement, slaughter and pain in their hearts.

After a long time, Hong Lucheng finally raised his head and stared at his son seriously.

Hong Yanwu also unexpectedly found that there were tears in his father's eyes at this time, and it seemed that his hostile attitude had loosened a lot. He couldn't help but feel some hope.

And at this critical moment, Hong Yanru said a decisive word.

"Dad...... If you don't recognize your brother, what can you do......

Hong Lu froze steadily, and then immediately choked violently and fell on the bed. The desperational eagerness was rare for his two children.

When Hong Yanwu's brothers and sisters stepped forward to help, they also found that two lines of cold old tears had flowed down their father's face after the vicissitudes of life......

The father allowed the elder brother to stay. For this matter, the happiest person is Hong Yanru.

After coming out of her father's room, she was like a little bird, chattering all the time asking what it was like in the tea lake, whether she was tired from labor, whether she was afraid of the earthquake, and Hong Yanwu answered them one by one. On the contrary, Hong Yanwu also asked his sister about the situation at home.

Under the bright sun, the brothers and sisters get together, and although the language is light, it is permeated with the love of brotherhood. They talked about everything, talked a lot about inconsequential things. And when Hong Yanru asked about the food situation of Chadian Farm, it made Hong Yanwu remember that he was hungry.

There are only some leftovers at home, and Hong Yanru is a little difficult to talk about. However, Hong Yanwu did not dislike it, and rushed into the small kitchen as soon as he heard that there was something to eat. Subsequently, he stopped his sister who wanted a hot meal, and it was directly a violent meal.

When he drank the rest of the porridge in the pot in a daze, rubbed his half-cold head, and then ate none of the soybeans in the pickles, he hiccuped and straightened up with satisfaction.

Hong Yanru looked stupid on the sidelines, thinking that the third brother couldn't eat enough when he saw the sky in the labor camp, and his eyes were red again.

Hong Yanwu couldn't help but persuade and coax, claiming that he didn't fight for a day before he played Zhu Bajie for his sister. In this way, Hong Yanru finally broke into tears and laughed again.

Hong Yanru knew that the third brother couldn't do without money, so without waiting for Hong Yanwu to speak, she went back to the house and took the initiative to get her two yuan, and asked Hong Yanwu to go to the bathhouse to take a bath first. Because it was all the change saved by pasting cardboard boxes, she was a little embarrassed to say that the money was a little small.

But Hong Yanwu's reaction made Hong Yanru unexpected, he did not accept it happily as in the old days, but was uncharacteristically silent. And then, what was even more unexpected was that Hong Yanwu actually took out ten yuan and stuffed it in her hand!

Hong Yanru was taken aback, there was too much money, she didn't dare to ask for it.

But Hong Yanwu forced the money back and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Then, Hong Yanru heard Hong Yanwu say in her ear, "Buy yourself something." The third brother was sorry for you before, and he will never let you suffer a little more grievances in the future. words.

This made Hong Yanru's heart warm, but she had never been hugged like this, even if she was her own brother, she couldn't adapt to it, she couldn't help but blush, and she was in a hurry to break away.

When she finally struggled to break free, she was about to complain that Hong Yanwu's actions were too reckless, but she found that he was in tears and almost cried. This immediately made her feel confused again.

What's wrong with the third brother today? There is a strange thing everywhere. How can I come back sentimental, as if I have changed into a different person.

That's what I just said to my father...... Is this still the brother who didn't have any seriousness before?

Seeing Hong Yanru stunned. Hong Yanwu realized that his emotions were out of control, he quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, touched his sister's head affectionately, and left only the words "I'll take a bath and come back in a while", and went out of the door.

When Hong Yanru and others chased out, Hong Yanwu had long since disappeared. She looked at the money in her hand, and she was in trouble again.

That's ten yuan, which is enough for the whole family to pay for a month's food.

If it is a pasty cardboard box, a small building block box of two cents, a large one for five cents or eight cents, a shoe box for one and a half cents, and the largest one for a cake box. According to this calculation, how many mushy do you have to earn it?

This money...... Where did the third brother come from?

Thinking of this, Hong Yanru's eyes suddenly widened, but then, she immediately shook her head again.

No, it won't. The third brother just came home today, where can he be? Maybe someone else gave it to him? But what if it was ......

Hong Yanru's heart became more and more chaotic, and finally sighed helplessly. In short, she decided to put the money away first, and then ask the third brother when he came back.

After a moment, she remembered something very important and had to hurry up. So, after entering the house and saying hello to her father, she also turned around and went out of the house.

In fact, the place she was going to was very close, but she just thought of Qiuzi's house in the west courtyard opposite, and used the public phone to tell her mother who was going to work the news that the third brother was coming home.

She knows her mother's heart too well. Since Hong Yanwu was re-educated through labor, his mother has been counting the days day by day, tearing up the calendar one by one, hoping that this son can go home as soon as possible.

Mom would have been very happy to receive her call.