"Your father is not an ordinary person." Finally, the mother spoke. And as soon as she spoke, my heart was clenched. In my eyes, my father has always been an ordinary person, he is just a carpenter with good skills. The sun rises and the sun sets, and every day of my father's life is related to carpentry.

My father often went to other people's homes to measure them himself, and sometimes he would take me with him. Those people respected their father very much, and whenever his father went to someone else's house, those people would pour water for his father very politely, which was also because of his father's good craftsmanship and his reputation in the local area.

When my father was working, he was very serious, and he often sawed wood in the carpentry room at home with a saw, and this sawing was most of the day. When I was a child, I was ignorant, and I went to call my father, but as if he didn't hear, he continued with his work, and with a serious face, I had to sit aside and wait.

He won't come and talk to me until he's done with his work. The father's concentration on doing things is not only that, as long as the father takes the next job, before the completion of the job, the father will never take the second job, even if the other party bids high, the father is still indifferent.

My father was attentive to his work, loved carpentry, and made a living as a carpenter, but all these told me that my father was just an ordinary person, who had no quarrel with the world, only for himself and his family. This is also my understanding of the ordinary, different people have different interpretations of the ordinary.

Some people think that only being world-famous is extraordinary, and some people believe that everyone is extraordinary. And I think that only by stepping out of one's own circle can it be extraordinary. For as long as I can remember, my father has been doing carpentry every day, accompanying me and my mother every day, he has never stepped out of his own circle, and his life and work are also for his own circle, such a person is just a real ordinary person.

"The first time I met your father, he was badly injured." The mother continued to talk while crying.

My mind followed my mother's words back to more than 30 years ago, when I was not born and my mother was in her prime. At that time, there were very few people who could live without labor, and their mothers were ordinary girls who worked in the mountains. In spring, the mountains are shaded by green trees, the grass is boundless, flowers are blooming everywhere, and incense is wafting everywhere.

But in such a season, a puddle of dazzling blood shattered the beauty of that mountain. Lying among the flowers was my father, whose blood had dried up, and on his chest was a bright red flower, which had been stabbed with a knife. The mother screamed in fright, but at that time, the mother was the only one around.

Just when the mother wanted to run, the father who fell to the ground moved slightly, and his mouth made a sound. This stopped the mother, who thought he was dead, so she was afraid, but the person is still alive, and the kind mother cannot see death without help.

So the mother carefully squatted down and put her ear close to the father's mouth, and finally, the mother heard the father's whispered words: Help me, don't alarm others.

No one wanted to die, and neither did my father, and my mother didn't dare to think too much, so she dragged my father into a ruined temple on the mountain. Under the special background of the era, the temple has been smashed by the people in the village, and no one will go to that kind of place. My mother went out to collect herbs, bandaged the wounds on my father's chest, and boiled medicine to feed my father.

I don't know if it's lucky, the folk remedies really saved my father's life. During the time when I was taking care of my father, my mother always left home early and returned late, and my mother's family thought that my mother had become more industrious, so they didn't ask too much.

My father always lay down in the ruined temple to rest, and only got up when he was taking medicine and eating. My mother didn't dare to talk to my father much, but my mother just wanted to help this person. My father told my mother not to let anyone know that he was in the ruined temple, and although my mother didn't know why, she did everything according to my father's wishes.

After more than a month, my father's injuries were much better, and he was finally able to walk on his own. I hadn't bathed for a long time, and my mother said that my father was like a wild man, with a long and messy beard, and a dirty and smelly body. But after tidying up, my mother found out that my father was very spiritual.

After getting acquainted, the mother finally dared to ask the father's name and origin. My father told my mother a nice name: Li Yiran. However, he refused to tell his mother about his father's origin. As for the reason for the injury, my father only chased and killed the enemy in a perfunctory manner.

From that time on, my mother felt that my father was not an ordinary person.

After his injury recovered, his father did not leave his mother's village immediately, but accompanied his mother to work in the mountains every day.

Later, they fell in love with each other, just because of the ordinary life. My father told my mother that he was attached to life on the mountain and that he wanted to live in peace for the rest of his life. My father began to show up in the village, which was very small, with only a dozen families.

My father came to the door to propose, and my mother's family readily agreed. They are all poor people, so naturally they don't think about asking for any gifts. My father was in the village, doing carpentry diligently, and then going to the town to sell it, which was already a very good condition for ordinary people.

It was at that time that my mother learned that my father could actually do carpentry.

My father's fingers were long and white, and he didn't look like a poor man, much less like a carpenter, so my mother thought it was all the more weird. However, my father refused to tell my mother where he came from, and my father only used the excuse that he was a refugee.

After my father and mother got married, they lived a stable life. But on a thunderstorm day, a tragedy happened that both mother and father did not expect. At that time, my mother and father were on the top of the hill, and the thunder was everywhere, and they hurried home, but when they got home, they were surprised to find that their mother's elderly parents had fallen at home.

The door was not closed, the wind and rain were blowing, the sky was dark, the candles in the house were extinguished, the mother was holding the two corpses and crying, but the father picked up the sickle in the corner and looked around. The danger came quietly, and in the darkness, someone attacked the father.

The father quickly subdued the man, and treated the gangster, the father did not give the other party any chance to speak, and after pressing the other party to the ground, the father directly cut the other party's throat with a sickle. Ignoring the crying mother, who had died and lived, the father took advantage of the darkness of the night to drag several corpses to the top of the mountain and bury them.

After kowtowing to the tombstones of his mother's parents and promising to take care of his mother, his father left overnight with his heartbroken mother. At that time, the investigation system almost collapsed, that kind of small place, there was a murder, no one would care, after a few days of running, my father took my mother to G City.

From then on, my father and mother lived there until I was born, until I grew up, until the news of my father's death reached my ears.

My mother told me about her and my father's early experiences, which neither my mother nor my father ever said to me. Hearing these words, I soon realized that something was wrong, my father's origin was too suspicious, and the person who attacked him, the person who killed my grandfather and grandmother, was obviously the one who hunted down my father.

His father was rescued by his mother and survived by luck, he wanted to live a peaceful life, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't escape the pursuit of others. If it's just an ordinary person, how can it be possible to attract others to hunt down and kill it again and again. Because of my father's involvement, my mother's parents died.

After escaping for her life to G City, her mother completely lost her relatives. Since then, the mother has become more dependent on the father, and the father, perhaps out of guilt, has begun to take care of the mother. The mother did not hate the father because of his involvement, after all, they were just victims.

At that time, my mother never thought of calling the police, and she also learned from her father that those who wanted to kill her father were very powerful.

"So, what exactly is the origin of my father?" I suppressed my emotions and asked.

The mother does not hate the father, but after all, the parents are dead, the mother will definitely ask clearly, and it is absolutely impossible for the father to perfunctory the past.