The two sides quickly set the wedding date, in the hometown of Chen's father asked someone to paint the house white, painted, laid the most fashionable floor, the whole house was new, Chen's father stood at the door, in the hazy night, smoking the cigarette in his hand, his expression gradually relaxed, so many years of running and busy, so that his back was slightly hunched down, perennial in the sun burning, so that his complexion showed a bronz.

Chen's father likes to meditate quietly under the begonia tree under the yard alone, since Wang's mobility is inconvenient, his words are less, he takes care of Wang's rest every day, he walks around the yard alone, he thinks about the future of his children, while thinking about his ideals, not poetry, is far away, since the eldest daughter had an accident, he feels that life is impermanent, always want to pick up the pen to record life, record everyone around him, record what happened around him.

Since his family moved to the county seat, he would pass by a high school every day, there was a bookstore opposite the gate of the school, Chen's father ran into it as soon as he was free, "Tao Shu", sometimes he found a good book and read it with relish, so he often forgot the time, and when the boss sent him a message Cui He delivered the goods, he found that it had passed the appointed time, so he picked up the book and rushed out the door.

The owner of the bookstore is a lean "little old man" in his 50s, wearing a pair of semi-round gold-rimmed eyes, and when he saw the old man Chen going out, he quickly shouted: "Stop, stop, I didn't give money!"

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