Teng Zhi went home for the holidays.

According to the time on the letter, we came to the station and stood at the pick-up station to wait for Tengzhi.

There were many rickshaw drivers standing at the door, blocking the exit, I stood under the big tree far away from them, from time to time a few drivers came over and asked me where to go, I didn't care, an uncle looked at me with a lewd smile from time to time, kept calling for me to get on the bus, everyone began to sell their rickshaw business, hot days, I shivered.

In the distance, I saw a car from Hengshi to Ziyang slowly driving into the station, as soon as the passengers got off the car, the drivers flocked to the car, enthusiastically helping you with your luggage, and then waiting for the opportunity to put your luggage in the car, and then asked where you were going next, before you opened your mouth to ask the price, the car had already started, Su Wei had tried the experience of "being on the bus" before, of course, this kind of hospitality is very good, but when you get off the bus, you will be slaughtered several times like a fish in water.

A car from Hengshi to Ziyang, the window is attached to the big Hengshi, and the word next to it is Ziyang, that's right, this is it.

I tried to look up at the car, I tried to stand on tiptoe, trying to find Teng Zhi sitting in the window, the car was moving very slowly, but I still couldn't see the passenger inside, but I felt a familiar shadow in the back of my head, and I thought it was him.

"Mother, I see my father!" I pointed to that location.

"I think I saw it too." Su Wei shielded one hand from the harsh sunlight.

After a while, the exit was jammed with tricycle drivers and passengers, and I tried to find a familiar face through the gap, but I dodged from time to time, so as not to let Tengzhi see me in time, I used the head in front of me to block it slightly, dodging as I went.

As I got closer and closer to Tengzhi, I was a little timid.

We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we've always just written letters and said polite words, but my father and I can't get close.

When the crowd slowly dispersed, when I saw him, I was so sure that this was him, but I couldn't believe it was him.

I saw that he was struggling to drag out a huge bag from the mouth of the shuttle bus, how huge? It's just that the two sacks are piled up half as tall as they are, and they look very heavy, as if they have a thousand pounds of iron inside.

The driver had a cigarette in his mouth, one hand in his pocket, and when the cigarette was about to go out, he helped Teng Zhi pull it out, and at this time, I reacted, and we ran over, when he had his back to us.

I felt distressed from afar, he was still wearing the blue and white coat as always, there was a piece of tape glued to the sleeves, a faded collar, a rough texture, when he turned over a little, the wind blew his coat, and I saw the pockets in his coat, which were so thin that they were slender, and then look at the top he was wearing inside, which was also the style of many years ago, without buttons, revealing a piece of red skin and a clearly visible collarbone.

The dark gray trousers he was wearing, cut by the sharp machine, and some lint, seemed to have stuffed everything that was easy to access into his pockets on both sides, and the pockets were so bulging that if he hadn't seen him dressed so poorly, he would have thought they were full of money.

"Father." His ears didn't seem to hear me calling him.

I screamed several times in a row, and it wasn't until I got close to him and patted him on the shoulder that he turned his head to look at me.

"Sissy, why are you here?" Teng Zhi's surprised expression surprised me.

"Take you home."

With that, I began to tear off the tape from his sleeves.

"Father, why did you stick a piece of tape here, there is dirt here."

"Don't pull it, it's sticky for me, the clothes are broken, I won't sew them, this tape is still quite solid." He pouted angrily and pressed the tape tightly.

At this time, the back of his chapped hand bleed a little as soon as he exerted force, and it felt like salt when he touched it, but his face did not change.

"Why do you have such hands? Doesn't it hurt? ”

"Yes, you're such a big person, you won't be any nicer to yourself at all, why are you living so poorly?"

"Working for others is like this, how can there be a good life at all." Teng Zhi continued to pack his luggage.

"You said you don't take good care of yourself outside, a big man made himself like this."

"Father didn't give me any leeway, didn't you urge me to go out? Now I'm out, and you're here again. ”

I saw that the two of them were arguing enthusiastically, and neither of them would let anyone.

When he was not looking, I tried to push the cart in his way, first with my feet on top of it, so that the cart could be pulled by tilting, but I only made the cart move lightly with all my strength.

Teng Zhi immediately grabbed the small cart: "Let me come, you can't push it." ”

I saw Teng Zhi with his foot, and the small cart moved forward.

Seeing that his hand cracked a few small holes, I silently followed behind him, looking at his slightly hunched back, when you want to help, you will get his sentence I come or it's okay, I can only be a pusher when the cart can't move forward before it bumps.

I looked down at Tengzhi's worn-out liberation shoes, surrounded by yellow glue, the skin on the surface fell off with a small hole, the laces were dirty, thin like a needle and thread, what did I go through to wear the shoes in such a cycle, I trembled in distress for a while.

"There are a lot of cheap shoes nearby, so you can check them out tomorrow and buy a pair of comfortable shoes." Su Wei said.

"I know, I still want to buy a coat, it's still summer, and it's cheapest to buy winter clothes now." Teng Zhi compared to himself the type and size he probably wanted to buy.

I was relieved, it was the first time I had heard him be so generous to him, and I was really happy to hear him say that he wanted to buy a coat.

But a lot of the time, he's just talking about it, and I really don't dare to get my hopes up.

After waving to us and helping to carry our luggage into the car, we got into the car.

I heard the sound of Ryu coming down the stairs in the distance, and his slow steps paused for a moment before he reached the door.

He smiled at us: "Tengzhi, are you back?" ”

He put one hand on Teng Zhi's shoulder.

"Father." Teng Zhi bowed his head and smiled.

Two father and son who are related by blood seem so polite at the moment of meeting.

Teng Zhi's cart was stuck at the door, and the law suddenly seemed to change his face, he squeezed all his strength on his face, frowned, pointed to Teng Zhi's luggage and said, "It's just to bring back useless things, what's the use of piling up all over the house." ”

As soon as the words fell, the law went to the coffee table and cleaned the tea set.

I said while pulling Tengzhi's big bag, "Grandpa, no need, we don't drink tea." As if he hadn't heard, he boiled water and took out tea leaves, and continued to scold Teng Zhi, "Throw out useless things, it's just a mess in the house, what does it look like." ”

"Let's put it here at the entrance of the staircase first, you pile up so much of this garbage, and when Qiu Feng comes back, it is estimated that it will start to make noise again." I guess Teng Zhi shouldn't be able to hear clearly, so he was silent and didn't speak.

I could hear it, but I didn't dare say it.

I know how worthless such things are in our eyes, but in Tengzhi's eyes, they will always be "treasures".

"Sit down for a while, wait a minute, go over and pack your luggage, and throw it out if it's useless." The rhythm is like a gesture to throw garbage.

Watching Teng Zhi hurriedly put his luggage one by one in the designated place of the law, he smirked at me after cleaning up, like a child who was shy of being counted down by his father.

Zhilu's face was full of displeasure, and he couldn't spend a little patience on Tengzhi's body.

I never imagined that Teng Zhi would become what he is now, in the environment where he worked for a long time, his ears and hearing gradually became impaired, plus he was not fluent in speech, he always saw people in a shabby coat, in short, the more shabby the clothes he had to wear, he wanted to dress himself up like a beggar, so that no one noticed.

I remember Su Wei once described to me a real thing:

Su Wei's house once came in with a broken beggar. When Su Wei was still unmarried, she worked in the cement factory with Yali, everyone liked to watch movies, and each family moved a stool to sit at the entrance of the village, pull a large curtain, and watch movies together. Before the cement was completely ready, Su Wei clamored to leave, to catch up with a good position, and Su Wei's younger brother followed her to leave first. Su Wei's father took the two siblings home to get the stool first, and Yali followed behind. Before arriving home, Su Wei found that the big iron door of the house had been opened, and it turned out that someone had unlocked it. The two siblings looked around the house, and later found a beggar sitting in the corner of the kitchen, he took off Su Wei's father's clothes and belt and put them on, he grabbed sugar in one hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and touched the big gelding raised in the kitchen with the other hand, and plucked a few bright hairs on his tail and stuck them in his ears. Su Wei was frightened and cried, and when she heard the shouting, Su Wei's father hurriedly ran home and drove the beggar out.

I heard that beggars in the past were like rats crossing the street, and everyone shouted and beat them. As long as a beggar enters the village, the villagers will definitely catch him in a car in the middle of the night, tie him up, and then transport him to the next village, and so on and so forth.

Su Wei said that I was afraid that it was the previous gangster incident that affected him, making his defense as hard as a shield.

He was often mistaken for a bad old man in his early sixties, and he was really too different from his usual father.

He wasn't like that before, and in my memory, he was very good at dressing himself up and dressing himself up as a suave person.

In the photo, he is wearing a white shirt, a red tie, a beige sweater vest, a pair of tight blue pants with a pair of black Martin boots, and a beige coat.

He was full of confidence, and he could only be locked up by the photo like this.

Every site or scenic spot he has been to is a commemorative photo with the same movements, he props his hands on the place where his back can lean, one foot is crossed on the other, and the toes are on the ground, otherwise, his hands naturally hang down, staring blankly at the camera in front of him.

Compared with the current man who is timid and hunchbacked, it turns out that he is getting old.