That night, it was very windy and snowy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Especially when we sat on the benches, the night wind blew harder, whirring and slapping people in the face.

I'm fine, wearing gloves and a padded jacket, and I can withstand it.

My father, on the other hand, was wearing only a thin coat, but he didn't seem to feel cold when he looked like that.

"Changshan, do you miss your mother?" My dad lit a cigarette and smoked it, with one hand around me and the other in his hand, the expression on his face was somewhat complicated, as if there was a trace of indescribable grief.

When I heard this question, I didn't answer it immediately, but wrinkled my little face and thought about it very seriously for a while.

"Yes." I say.

"I want to, too." My dad sighed, picked me up, and then hugged me tightly, as if he was afraid that I would be cold.

"Will she ever come back?" I asked.

"No, it won't." My dad laughed, pinched my face with his hand, and said, "But she will wait for you somewhere else, and in a few decades, or a hundred years, you will meet her." ”

"So long?" I looked like a little adult, sighed and said, "When do you have to wait until this happens?" ”

Hearing me say this, my dad couldn't help but fall silent.

I didn't notice anything strange at the time, I looked at my father, and I didn't say anything more.

After a while, my father lowered his head without warning, rested his head on my shoulder, and his body trembled violently.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" I asked, confused, and scratched my dad's head with my hand, and it was then that I realized that his sideburns were all white.

"Son....... Sorry ........"

My dad didn't seem to want me to see him crying, so he pinned his head vigorously, and when he hugged me, he whimpered when he spoke, which was very uncomfortable to hear.

Although I was young at the time, my brain was fine, and as soon as I heard my father's voice, I knew he was crying.

"Why are you crying?" I asked him funny, and my heart said that this is strange, usually he makes me cry, but now it's good, it's all reversed!

"I didn't protect you two mothers....... "My dad's voice was very hoarse, and the suppressed crying made me red-eyed when I heard it: "If Dad is a little more promising....... Get your mom to the big hospital early........ That ......."

"Grandpa said, it's all fate." I said, repeating what the old man had said to me a thousand times.

"Fate?" My dad laughed miserably: "yes, it's all fucking fate!" ”

After my dad said this, he couldn't suppress his crying, although there was still a feeling of suppressing his throat, but compared to before, the cry behind it could be regarded as a howling cry.

If it weren't for the night wind blowing, it completely suppressed my father's crying, and it was late at night, and there was no one outside....... It is estimated that the scene of my father crying bitterly can attract a lot of onlookers.

After about four or five minutes, my dad barely stopped crying, rubbed his eyes, and said to me in a hoarse voice, "I'll have to leave in a moment." ”

"Let's go?" I looked at him stunned, and I didn't react: "Where are you going?" ”

"Go do something." My dad sighed and said, "I probably won't be able to come back anytime soon." ”

Hearing this, I didn't pay attention to it, after all, he is not often at home, and I have long been accustomed to him going to work in other places for a long time.

Seeing that I didn't react, my dad didn't know what to say, so he was silent for a while, and suddenly took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to me.

"It's almost time, I have to go, when you go back, give this letter to grandpa, you know?"

"You give it to him yourself." I took the envelope, looked at it with curiosity, and said, "What's in it?" ”

"Faith, what else could it be?" My dad smiled helplessly and patted my head: "You go back, I'm ........"

At this, my father's expression froze for a moment, and then he looked at me without saying a word.

His eyes looked like he was saying goodbye to me, and the reluctance in his eyes could still be felt even when I was young.

"Dad is gone, will you miss me?" He asked me.

"Yes." I nodded, and replied crisply, without thinking at all.

"Well, don't forget to think about it....... Hey, don't think about me. My father suddenly frowned, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes became a little relieved: "You usually accompany your grandfather more, and do more housework, don't be stupid to stand on the side and only know how to watch, understand?" ”

"Understood." I nodded.

"When I'm not there, you pay more attention to your body, so is the old man, his body is not as good as before, if there is a sign that something is wrong, you can ask him to go to the hospital to see." My father continued to tell me.

"I know." I said, "I'm not a kid anymore!" I know all of this! You don't need to remind me! ”

As the saying goes, the children of the poor are in charge early.

It is no exaggeration to say that I was born poor, and in this kind of family where my grandparents depend on each other, the speed of understanding is much faster than that of ordinary children.

When I said that, my dad just laughed and kept nodding.

"Okay, you kid has a chance, I can see it."

As he spoke, my dad patted me on the shoulder, his smile full of relief.

"If I go back....... If I'm not at home, then you'll have to watch this home for the old man in the future, understand? ”

"The old man has a strong temper, sometimes he is in a bad mood, and if he loses his temper with you, you will bear it, don't talk back to him."

"That old man is already good-looking, if you talk back to him, maybe you will have to be angry with him!"

"Let's talk about you, you rabbit cub also give me a good look, don't make trouble while I'm not there, study when you should study, when the old man teaches you to write, you dare to be impatient, and when Lao Tzu comes back, he won't kill you!"

"Also, you're a gentleman, not a girl, no matter what happens, don't cry, do you hear?!"

"I'm telling you, that's .........."

That night, my father said many things to me, and I never forgot every word, and I remembered every word.

Although I didn't even remember much about my father before this, at this moment, I remembered it all.

That's right.

I remembered it all.

Not at all.

"Come on, I'll tell you so much, you can remember as much as you can." After my dad finished speaking, he lit himself a cigarette again, took two puffs, looked at me intently, and smiled vigorously.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked him.

"I'm happy to see you! Can you not laugh when you're happy? My dad laughed, then stood up, walked slowly in front of me and squatted down, looked at me with complicated eyes, and kept helping me pat the snowflakes on my body.

"Dad, you'll be back early." I looked at him and said.

"I'll do it as soon as possible." My dad said, still not doing anything else, still helping me to slap my clothes, as if they would never be clean.

"I'll take care of Grandpa." I say.

"I believe in you." My dad smiled and nodded.

"Dad, when will you come back when you go out to work this time?" I sat on the bench, swaying my legs slightly, my expression curious.

"I don't know." My dad sighed.

"You won't come back, will you?" I asked.

At the time, I just asked this question casually, and it didn't mean anything else at all, but to my father's ears, it wasn't so easy to answer.

He was silent for more than half a minute before he said, "No." ”

"That's good." I laughed.

As I spoke, I yawned, couldn't help but rub my eyes, and said, "Dad, I'll go back first, I can't stand it." ”

"Sleepy?" My dad asked me with a smile.

I mumbled and said, yes.

"Then you go back quickly, don't burn your body." My dad said, reaching out and naturally helping me out of his chair.

Just as I was about to run home, my father suddenly grabbed me, and the strength of his hand was quite strong, and my arm hurt.

"Tap, tap!" I howled, and my drowsiness was gone for a moment: "What are you pinching me for?!" ”

"Ah...... You okay?! My dad seemed more anxious than me, squatted down, hurriedly rolled up my sleeves, looked at the red handprints on his arms, and said with a distressed face: "I'm sorry, son!" I was just careless and ......."