Geng Hao's father is called Geng Yongjun Yongjun, his grandmother was pregnant when he resisted US aggression and aided Korea, and the neighbors said that the US imperialists immediately jumped over the 38th parallel and hit the door of our house, they are barbarians with yellow hair all over their bodies, eating human flesh raw, you have to give birth to this child quickly, and when you grow up, you can go to the battlefield to fight with the US imperialism to protect the family and defend the country. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His grandfather said that if the child is born as a man, he will be called Yongjun, and if he goes to join the army to serve the country in the future, he will be named after a woman.

It was impossible for people in that era to name their children without being associated with the grand narrative of the country, especially boys, a falling billboard could kill more than a dozen founding of the country, going to Korea, National Day, and building the army.

Although Geng Yongjun is tall and big, and his beard looks very vigorous, he has no intention of joining the army, he is gentle in his heart and likes to paint. Later, he went to an art academy in Chengdu to study painting for a few years, and then returned to the town to teach art.

Art classes for junior high school students are similar to physical hygiene classes, and they are one of the subjects that students look forward to the most but the school pays the least attention to.

Geng Yongjun has revenge, depressed, lives like a walking corpse every day, does not get married at the age of 40, others come to propose marriage and refuse, there are often people pointing and pointing on the side of the road, educating children that when they grow up, don't be like this beard, weird all day long.

Until a girl named Xia Yun appeared.

Her hair was shorter than that of a boy, her small eyes narrowed into a slit when she smiled, and a black mole the size of a cherry grew ceremoniously on her flat nose.

Xia Yun lived in a dilapidated house with her grandmother, and the students at the school said that Xia Yun was a fool and threw stones and mud at her, and Xia Yun covered her face and cried.

Geng Yongjun saw it, chased after the people who were laughing at Xia Yun with a bigger stone, and after driving those people away, he took out a white rabbit toffee from his pocket and stuffed it into Xia Yun's hand, Xia Yun burst into tears and laughed.

At that time, Geng Yongjun was in class, and Xia Yun was happily waiting for him outside the classroom, leaving him the biggest and sweetest wild strawberries he picked on the side of the road.

In town, they're two misfit weirdos, and the teachers at school say that, even the weirder old men in the nursing home.

Xia Yun had a tragic background, and I heard my parents talk about it later.

Xia Yun's grandfather is called Xia Fugui, who is called Guiye by the people in the town, on the day Xia Yun was born, outsiders asked: "Guiye, what happened to you?" ”

Your lord's face sank, his mouth was crooked, and he sighed and said, "It's the same as her mother." ”

The outsider said "oh" and stopped asking.

Since then, the noble master has never entered his son's house again, and he has not even taken a picture when he meets him on the road, and his relatives have become strangers.

One day, Xia Yun's father came home from halfway to get fertilizer, and when he saw your grandfather coming out of the house in a panic, he asked, "Dad, why are you here?" ”

The noble man's face turned pale, and he walked out of the courtyard wall without looking back.

As soon as Xia Yun's father entered the house and found that Xia Yun's head, which was less than a year old in the bed, was covered by a pillow, he hurriedly lifted the pillow and found that Xia Yun's red face had turned purple, the corners of his mouth were hung with sporadic foam, and his eyes were devoid of the aura of the past. Xia Yun's father knelt on the ground with a "touch" and begged God to take back his old life, don't do this to his children.

Xia Yun grew up slowly, but when she was a child, her brain was not good due to lack of oxygen and suffocation, but she had a good life and met someone who did not dislike her.

She married Geng Yongjun and became pregnant with Geng Hao.

The most tragic marriage is when two bodies are entangled, and two souls do not know each other. At that time, there were many arranged marriages in the town, women looked at money, men looked at faces, and people like Geng Yongjun and Xia Yun could be called outliers. They are attracted to each other, love each other deeply, and have souls communicative.

On the day Geng Hao was born, Xia Yun suffered heavy bleeding and did not survive. At that time, there were four women in labor in the hospital, and Xia Yun had an accident and left. Geng Hao was brought up by his aunt since he was a child, and he never called Geng Yongjun a father.

From then on, Geng Yongjun began to drink heavily, maybe he blamed Geng Hao for Xia Yun's death, and beat Geng Hao every time he drank heavily.

Geng Hao told me that he never thought about leaving that fucking house all the time. He said that he would fight a war with his father for the rest of his life until the old man left this world.

This time, his father suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and his life and death were uncertain.

That night, he called me to tell me that his father was gone and that he hadn't been able to see him for the last time. When the old man left, he kept muttering "Geng Hao...... Geng Hao", his dead eyes were still round, he didn't see his son, and he didn't blink an eye. When Geng Hao arrived home, his body was cold.

I didn't know what to say on the phone, my throat was clogged, and I wanted to comfort him for a few words, as if he didn't need comfort. I said I needed some help getting my parents, and he said he did.

A week later, Geng Hao returned to Beijing after the funeral, and I invited him to dinner. There was a stubble that talked about the things in the town, and didn't say a word about his father's affairs.

He said he wanted to drink and I asked him for a few beers. He said he wanted to drink white, and I asked him for two more bottles of white.

He drank to himself, glass after glass, when I aired. I knew he needed to vent and wasn't going to stop it.

After drinking, he froze, holding his head with both hands and thinking about something, when he suddenly punched the table, and tears fell down like beads of broken thread.

"Tell me what needs to be said." I say.

He began to sob, sounding very strained and painful, his throat felt like he was choked by something, and the suppressed emotion that he wanted to release permeated him. Eventually, everything exploded like a levee.

"I didn't think I would cry, but I didn't think ......," he paused, wiped his tears with a napkin, blew his nose, and continued, "Seeing his body, curled up, like a dead monkey." I knew he would never hit me or scold me again.

"I always remember that he was drunk and beat me, and he was all kinds of bad. I lived in resentment every day, never asked him about his life, what he thought, never entered his heart. I forgot that he meticulously cooked breakfast for me every day, forgot that he carried me to school and his feet were scratched by the glass without saying a word, and he bled all the way to school, and every time he left me food, he left me the best food, and he himself ate casually every time. ”

"I said I wanted to paint, and he bought me the best brushes and paints. You know, he kept calling my name before he died, his eyes couldn't see, his hands were still scratching everywhere, others wanted to calm his heart, grabbed his hand and said Haozi was back. He still grabbed it everywhere with his hard hand, and he could feel that it wasn't mine. ”

"I remember the last time I talked to him was before I went to Beijing. He put the sausages made in my pocket from my hometown, and I took them out of my pocket and threw them on the ground, saying that I didn't like to eat them, so don't put them on. He put it in again and said you can't eat it when you go to Beijing, and then I threw the sausage on the ground again, and he silently picked it up and stuffed it into my bag while I was asleep...... Fuck me! I can't forgive myself, why am I so stupid! ”

Geng Hao lay on the table and cried, crying like a child who had done something wrong: "Dad, my Dad! ”

Darwin said that tears are a kind of "relic" of evolution, no matter how cool you are, you are still human, and it is inevitable that you will be vulgar.

I'm not going to let him mourn, he needs to start a new life with regret and pain.

Crying and crying, he fell into a deep sleep and snored. I carried him back to his dorm and settled him in bed.

When I walked out of the Academy of Fine Arts, the sky in the east was white, the dry grass was over, the white dew was frost, and the cold hit people, and in the first winter in Beijing, we will all face our own cold and haze.

Just as Geng Hao is growing, we will all continue to grow like crazy trees in Beijing, there is the sunshine and nourishment we need, and I hope that next winter, in this cold wind like a knife in Beijing, the cold will no longer be so aggressive. Or, we should fucking spend the most money on a better down jacket.