In the small river of my memory, father is a vague term, because the man I call father always gives me the feeling of mystery, you never know what he is thinking, and even if you do, you can't understand why this old man, who is about to reach the age of sixtieth, is always pondering, always looking at the distant sky in a daze with eyes that have long ceased to be bright, or even a little cloudy!

I remember that before I graduated from elementary school, I had never seen or even heard of my father, and I even thought that I was a wild child, a wolf cub, a wild seed that popped out of the cracks in the rocks.

But fortunately, I still have my mother, and the woman who loved me told me that "your dad is amazing, there is nothing he won't do, he is earning you money, and in the future, let you go to college and find a job, don't believe what others say, dad loves you!" ”

Whenever I listened to my mother's words, I always waited with joy for him to appear like a Monkey King's footsteps and clouds, and then defeat all the people who bullied me.

But every New Year's holiday, my good wishes are ruthlessly shattered, and my father has become synonymous with the unfilial son of my grandparents, the unscrupulous brother in the mouth of my aunt and uncle, and the unreliable uncle in the mouth of my cousins.

It wasn't until after middle school that I lived with my father, and my father's words and deeds undoubtedly determined my future growth, and I was glad to have such a father, and I was glad that he taught me all the things that a man should do, and he was glad that he warned me about all the things that men should not do, although he did not take the lead in these things in the back, but his wide and thick trouser belt always took the lead when he said that he couldn't do me!

My father had a lot of friends in my mind, and I wondered how this old man, who was toothless and fat, who always showed himself bald, and who was vicious, had so many friends.

Could it be that something is wrong with their eyes?

My father was willing to drive that dilapidated second-hand car out when he was fine, use the most fashionable taxi software to earn some money, and then buy back a lot of ingredients and make exquisite dishes by himself, as if showing off his skills, at this time, I wondered if my father was a chef in some mysterious department when he was young?

And at this moment, there will always be luxury cars coming, some middle-aged people in suits and leather shoes throw down their expensive coats, follow their father's shouting of "five leaders, six, six, six...", as if taking off a mask that makes them tired, and follow my father to talk about the recent affairs of his children, and say those drunken words that everyone should let go of everything when they have reached this age, and I don't understand.

Or there are always some people who are not very well-dressed, their bodies are different from those successful people before, everyone has a strong atmosphere of rivers and lakes, these people are more direct after drinking too much, or they just pull me and say, "Child, do you know?" That year, your father broke down on the street for me, for me! Otherwise, your dad would have been even bigger..."

Either it's taboo Mo Shen bows his head and drinks, saying some code words that I don't understand, and cuts in the rivers and lakes, such as "Frame, out, fishing, three..."

Father always received everyone very warmly, when they came, regardless of whether the road was blocked by wind or shine, my father stood at the door with his tall figure to watch, watch, or drove out directly to pick up!

But when they finished drinking and left, their father always stopped saying a word, and told them with a back to say, "Let's go!" ”

Then my father drank it alone for a while, and I wondered how my father, a person who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, knew Liang Qiushi's famous sentence "You go, I won't send you!" You come, no matter how stormy it is, I'm going to pick you up"...

Maybe it's because I'm getting older that I can understand my father's sadness, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the sad attitude of my father.

"Dad!" I sat down on the edge of the table nervously and called out softly to my father, who I didn't know if it was a little drunk or drunk.

"Hehe... What's wrong son? My father raised a pair of misty eyes and looked at me red.

"Let's talk?" I pretended to be relaxed and lit a cigarette for my father, and then lit it for myself.

"What are you talking about? You're here for inspiration, huh? My father asked, smoking a cigarette and looking at me with slanted eyes.

"There's nothing more to write about, I just wanted to talk to you," I said awkwardly as I reached out and scratched my nose.

It may be that the father suddenly has a desire to talk because he is drunk, or it may be that the father wants to support the child's career.

In short, I don't know why, my father listened to my words and said, "I read the things you wrote, I want to say that it is unusual, don't blame me for being straightforward, because the so-called rivers and lakes and society you have experienced are really children's play!" There is no morality to speak of, what kind of brainstorming did you write, what real ghosts and fake ghosts, in my opinion, children play tricks on each other! Otherwise, I'll tell you my story, son, go back and see what you write about your father? ”

I was stunned when I heard my father's words, but I immediately instinctively took out my little notebook, looked at my father and said, "Come on, let me hear your story!" ”

Then in my father's simple, direct, and Chiguoguo's words, I saw an absurdity... No! It was not absurd, it was the crazy years, in those years, my father and his friends, brothers, siblings, wrote a history of struggle, my recorded hand trembled slightly, and my heart could not be calmed for a long time.

Finally, looking at my father, whose voice grew quieter, then murmured, and finally fell asleep, I lit a cigarette again, ready to tell you the history of the struggle of those fathers!

It was the late autumn of 1979, on Taoyuan Road, Nanguan District, the most famous slum area in City C, outside a gate hole called Qingliu Hutong, a half-sized man wearing a white shirt that was rare in the world at that time ran in from the gate hole, and shouted to a family inside the gate hole while running, "Third sister, third sister!" ”

"Who?" A girl in her twenties pushed open the door of the house and walked out in a daze, and when she saw the boy, she was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong Xiaohai?" ”

The young man in a white shirt named Xiaohai bent over and leaned on his legs, and said to the third sister breathlessly: "Third sister, the pillar is intercepted on the big river dam!" ”

"What?" As soon as the third sister heard Xiaohai's words, her eyebrows immediately stood up, and she quickly turned around and picked up a coal shovel from the firewood pile in front of her house, and rushed out of the gate without saying a word.

Xiao Hai saw the third sister rushing out, and he quickly pulled out a wooden halberd that was neither long nor short in the firewood pile and rushed out.

At that time, it was still full of the so-called "cultural fighting" and "martial arts" left over from the special era, and young people in various regions were all over-energetic, they did not attach importance to learning knowledge, did not attach importance to education, and basically gave up on themselves every day because of the negligence of their parents.

At that time, there was a big river in the middle of the two major districts of City C, Erdao District and Nanguan District, the mother river!

To the north of the river is Erdao District, and to the south is Nanguan District, and between these two districts, half of the big and small, ruffians and hooligans are all distinctly active in the area where they live, and they never cross the river easily.

And today, Liu Zhu, a young man who lives on Taoyuan Road in Nanguan District, went out to play with his own little Hon Hai, and when the two came to the big river dam unconsciously, they happened to meet a bastard who was more famous in Erdao at that time, two bald people.

Because both sides were bloody young people, and they both had the so-called hostility at the time, they fought together without saying a word.

After the second bald man and his brother knocked Liu Zhu to the ground effortlessly, they asked Hon Hai to deliver a letter to the people in the cave of Liu Zhu's house, saying that if he didn't take a big unity, he would throw Liu Zhu into the big river dam and drown, so Hon Hai hurriedly ran back to report the news, in that era, what was the concept of a big unity? That's one-third of what a top workforce earns in a month.

Liu Zhu's third sister was still a member of the district skating team at the time, with excellent physical fitness, and when she heard that her brother had an accident, she immediately carried a coal shovel, followed by a Hon Hai who looked like a scholar and had no power to restrain the chicken, and the two of them quickly came to the top of the big river dam.

Maybe it's because it's been too long, and the second bald man doesn't really want money, so he repaired Liu Zhu and left.

When the third sister came with Hon Hai, Liu Zhu was lying on the ground wet alone, his nostrils were bleeding and he was gritting his teeth and scolding.

Looking at her younger brother's embarrassed appearance, although the third sister knew that it was okay, but it was inevitable that the third sister, who was angry and uncomfortable, kicked Liu Zhu hard, and then walked home with Hon Hai to help Liu Zhu.

"You're waiting, you're watching! Lin Zi is back, I have to smash the two bald people in their yard! Liu Zhu covered his head with one hand and scolded fiercely.

"That's it! You can stop it for me, and those who come out to fight every day don't go to school well! The third sister scolded her brother after beating her brother.

"You don't care about me!" Because Liu Zhu is the only seedling in the family, his five sisters and a younger sister are his own son, so he is arrogant, and after shouting to the third sister, he threw off his arms and walked towards the house by himself.

"Pillars!" Hon Hai opened his mouth and shouted, and then wanted to chase Liu Zhu, who was limping.

"Hon Hai!" The third sister hurriedly walked two steps, and while shouting, she took out five cents from her pocket and handed it to Hon Hai and said, "Buy him something to eat!" ”

"Hey, I know the third sister!" Hon Hai smiled and agreed and then turned around and chased Liu Zhu, while the third sister walked towards home with a relaxed heart, in that year, a big girl like the third sister had to go home to prepare dinner for her sisters and parents, as for Liu Zhu, let him go crazy outside!