Chapter 10 Why?

Dad carried me all the way with barely my feet touching the floor, and soon we reached his bedroom.

"Lao Yi, your daughter?" Teacher Xu next door heard the sound of the door opening, looked at me and asked.

"Yes, she lives here now, please take care of her in the future." Dad nodded and said politely.

"Oh. You're busy. After speaking, Mr. Xu retreated to his room.

Dad put down the package that my mother had made for me, and while making the bed for me, he briefly explained the precautions for daily life. Tell me to take the bowl and go to the cafeteria to eat.

I was carried to the canteen by him like a fly, and when I went to the canteen, he pulled me inside, and said to the masters, "This is my daughter, she will come to the canteen every day to eat in the future, and I will pay the meal money to the canteen on the first day of every month, please take care of me." He turned to me and said, "Uncle, aunt." I followed my father's example, bent over and said, "Uncle, auntie, please take care of me more." ”

As soon as I finished speaking, many teachers came to the cafeteria one after another.

After lunch, my dad took me back to his bedroom, opened the package, and the new schoolbag was replaced by my sister's old schoolbag, and a pair of pink crystal sandals slipped out of the bag, and I understood that this was what my father brought home that day, and it was also the thing that caused my grandmother's death. I thought to myself, I'd rather not have these and let my grandmother live well.

"I'll put these things in this box in the future......" Dad said as he picked it up. After the instructions, he sat on a bamboo chair, took out a piece of paper from his bosom, handed it to me, and said, "I will do the same in the future." I'm going to buy you a little alarm clock in the afternoon. For the first three days, I will come to remind you that after three days everything is on your own. ”

I replied promisedly, I was really scared, I didn't dare to talk about going home again, my heart was sad, and tears flowed down.

Dad would turn his head and say, "Do you recognize the words on it?" ”

"Oh." It took me a long time to remember the piece of paper he gave me. Quickly picked it up and looked at it, and honestly said, "Some recognize it, and some don't." ”

"I'll read it to you." He took the piece of paper, read it, and asked, "Remember?" Stick it to the head of your bed, with paste in the desk drawer. ”

"Remember." I replied as I put the piece of paper on the head of the bed.

Just remember, take a handkerchief and a basin and go with me to fetch water, wash your face and feet.

Tomorrow, you will go directly to the elementary school to go to class, you and Peiyu will be in the same class, and you can be with Peiyu first. He was about to leave, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he turned back and said, "Don't move the picture on the drawing board." ”

Dad was gone, leaving me alone in this strange room.

I looked at the house.

Dad's bedroom was very large, the house was a horizontal rectangular shape, there were two double-opening glass windows on the wall opposite the door, he hung a dark blue curtain on the third of the room to divide the room into two, the outer room was a small living area, and inside was a painting room, a study, and a bedroom.

Remembering the painting my father said, I lifted the curtain and entered the inner room, the sunlight dyed the room orange, a large easel stood by the curtain, and a long-haired woman in a light blue dress stood barefoot on a stone with her hands stretched out as if she was about to fly. Fairy, this must be fairy, I reached for her feet, and I touched something bulging out of the earth. Stepping back to the wall and looking again, her feet were sticking out again. I followed her eyes and saw that in front of her was a sea, and at the end of the sea floated a semicircular sun, and a few red and yellow clouds in the sky, oh, I thought, that was her home......

Under the window sat a large writing desk like home, with pens and some paint that was about to dry, a brush glued to a palette, and a half-turned book. Horizontally on a black countertop. I stood on tiptoe and took the book down.

The book is so thick, the color of the paper is yellow, and a foreigner is printed on the cover. Only one word is recognized. I put the book back in my place.

I thought I was going to school tomorrow, and I didn't have a notebook and a pen in my bag. When I think of the white-washed pale yellow canvas school bag, I think of the beautiful new school bag and my grandmother who died because of it. I'm my grandmother's baby, and my father's baby.

Suddenly, I thought of the embroidered "plum blossom fragrance to bitter cold" on the new school bag, I am plum blossom, I will definitely be fragrant. I took out my notebook and wrote my name on the top of it.

Actually, I was very young and studied in my grandmother's classroom. My grandmother is a substitute teacher in the village elementary school, and she is all-round in language, mathematics, music, and art. When she was in class, no one took me, so she put me in a big basket made of bamboo, and I didn't make a fuss, looking around with my eyes wide open. When I was more than a year old, she gave me a pen and a small notebook, and told me to kneel on a long wooden stool in the last row of the classroom and crawl on the desk to scribble, as long as I didn't mess with the classroom.

After I was four years old, my grandmother began to teach me to read and write, consciously or unconsciously, and memorize some simple Tang and Song poems. There's something in the painting I scribbled. I learned to read, and my memory is so good that I can basically remember it after my grandmother taught me to do so. My grandmother often praised me, saying that I was smart, and that as long as I worked hard, I would definitely become a scholar in the future. "If you want to be blessed in the future, you have to go back to your parents and go to the city to study," she said. ”

So......

"Yiyi," Dad's voice came from outside the door. I jumped up in shock, and ran to open the door before I had time to stuff the notebook into my bag.

Dad carried a large bag in his left hand and a small wooden stool in his right hand. I reached out and took the little stool and called out to Dad.

Dad put down the bag and said, "Organize these things by yourself and put them in the small cupboard." The alarm clock is placed at the head of the bed, and I tell you the time, and I will get up after the alarm clock rings every day. The key you hang on the item, do not take it off. What are you doing? What did you write? Dad asked, holding the notebook.

"Hmm." I whispered. Dad touched my head and said, "Don't bring your classmates here, I'm going to paint here." Study hard, I'll buy you something missing. ”

Dad was so warm, the hand on my head seemed to have a warm current flowing into every vein of my body, and I was almost suffocated with happiness.

"Dad, why does Mom hate me?" I asked worriedly.

Dad's hand retracted like lightning as if it was burned with boiling oil, and his face was suddenly covered with frost, "What nonsense? Come to the department for something. Without waiting for me to answer, he turned and ran away. I stood there dumbfounded, hating myself for saying such stupid things. His body was shivering with cold as if he had been pierced by an extremely cold ice arrow.

"Nail bell ......," the bell rang for the end of class in the school building...... It's time for dinner.

After eating, I habitually walked to the house, the door of the house was open, and as far as I could see, there was food on the table, and the four of them sat around the table. Dad looked up and saw me, put down his chopsticks and stood up. Mom saw me too, and she glanced at my dad and sat at the table eating her meal as if I were air.

"Second sister, eat." My brother ran out and took my hand and shouted.

"Lan, bring my brother back." Mom's voice is a little out of tune. Dad came out of the house and looked at me and asked, "You didn't go to the cafeteria to eat?" ”

"Eat." My nose is a little sore. Dad carried me in his left hand and walked out quickly.

I whimpered and asked, "Dad, why can't I be at home?" ”