Chapter 170: Love's Album
Guo Xianda walked out of the smoky room, and he didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked in the room just now, the old woman glanced at Guo Xianda with disgust, and then walked to the window and opened the window.
Wu Hou glanced at his grandfather, after all, he was still a child, and when he was most helpless, he would still call the people closest to him.
"Grandpa..."Wu Hou called softly.
Wu Daqi stopped talking, Guo Xianda glanced at him indifferently, then sat on the sofa and said, "Unless you get Wu Hou's forgiveness, this family will never accept you." ”
Guo Xianda's attitude is very tough and cannot be refuted, Wu Daqi glanced at his father-in-law with a smile, and he was still a little afraid in the face of this little old man.
The room was quiet for a while, the cold wind blew in through the open window, and the old woman who felt cold went back to the house and took a coat to put on Guo Sunflower.
Wu Daqi looked at the four of them, pursed his lips, and said, "Son, you open your backpack and take a look at those photos." ”
Wu Hou's mood had calmed down, he hesitantly glanced at the backpack on the sofa, he didn't know whether to open it or not, he didn't know what the photo Wu Daqi was talking about, what kind of photo it was.
Guo Xianda lit another cigarette, took a puff and said, "Good grandson, go open it and take a look." ”
Wu Hou nodded, turned around and opened the backpack on the sofa, the texture of the backpack was very good, when Wu Hou's hand touched the backpack, he knew that this backpack was definitely not cheap, although he had not been exposed to luxury goods, but he could also see the extraordinaryness of this backpack.
The outermost layer of the backpack was opened, and Wu Hou saw that there was a photo album inside, so he took it out.
On the cover of the album are three villains, a man and a woman, two adults, and a child standing in the middle, the male one has Wu Daqi written on it, the female one has Guo Sunflower written on it, and the child has Wu Hou written on it.
Wu Hou chuckled in his heart when he saw this, hesitated for a while, and then reached out and opened the album.
The first picture that catches the eye is of a five or six-year-old child, wearing a dirty cotton jacket, squatting in front of a restaurant and looking in, the child's face is haggard, and his eyes are full of food cravings.
"This is..."Wu Hou was a little surprised, he remembered this restaurant, this was a noodle restaurant at the entrance of the community before, it had been closed for many years, he often squatted there and looked in when he was a child, at that time the family was poor, his mother's income was very low, he was often hungry, every time he walked through the restaurant, he looked inside with envy, and wanted to go in to eat a bowl of hot noodles, but every time he was stranded because he had no money.
Wu Daqi had red eyes and said, "I know that when you were a child, you were often hungry, although Sunflower sent you to the mountains, but occasionally when you came back to the city, you often squatted in front of the restaurant and looked inside. ”
"How did you have this picture?" Wu Hou asked.
Wu Daqi smiled and motioned for Wu Hou to continue flipping through the album.
Wu Hou flipped through the first photo and saw the second one, which showed a little boy in white short sleeves and shorts, carrying a yellow schoolbag on his back, and a woman holding his hand next to them, and in front of them was an elementary school. Wu Hou remembers this schoolbag, which was the first schoolbag in his life, and accompanied him throughout elementary school.
"This is when you go to school on your first day. Wu Daqi said slowly with tears in his eyes, "Your mother saved up for half a month and bought you this schoolbag." ”
Guo Sunflower and the old woman walked over, and the mother and daughter looked at the photo and looked at each other, with a look of surprise in their eyes.
"Who took this? You took it?" Guo Sunhua said in disbelief.
Wu Daqi waved his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Wu Hou continued to flip through and saw the little boy in the third photo, carrying a small yellow schoolbag, his hair was messy, his face was dirty, and there were tear stains.
Wu Daqi said bitterly, "This is the first time you have fought with others, because others scolded you for being a child without a father, so you fought with them, and several children of the same age bullied yourself, I know this... I know it all..."
Wu Hou's tears crossed the bridge of his nose, hung on the tip of his nose, and finally dripped onto the photo, he sniffled and continued to flip.
The fourth photo is of eight-year-old Wu Hou, riding on a bicycle, with a smile on his little face, looking at his beloved bicycle with a happy face, and a smiling Guo Sunflower standing next to him.
Wu Daqi continued, "Other children, when they were five or six years old, they learned to ride a bicycle, your mother had no money, and she saved up for a long time, so she bought you a bicycle when you were eight years old, your mother was busy with work and had no time to teach you to ride a bicycle, and you had no friends, so you groped for riding. ”
These are memories that are a long time ago, so long that Wu Hou is about to forget, if he hadn't seen this photo, these memories would have been hidden in the depths of his mind and gradually forgotten.
Then there is the fifth photo, which is a group photo of Wu Hou and Guo Sunflower, when Wu Hou was twelve years old, the two went to the photo studio to take pictures, the mother and son in the photo are dressed very neatly, Wu Hou is wearing a red sweater, and Guo Sunflower is wearing a floral dress.
"When you were twelve, your first natal year, your mother spent a few months knitting you this red sweater, and this picture was specially requested from the photo studio where you took it. ”
Wu Hou remembers this sweater, until now, it is still in his closet, although it has faded badly, shrunk so badly, and can no longer wear it, but Wu Hou has been reluctant to throw it away.
Wu Hou exhaled a long breath and continued to flip down, and then he saw a photo of the mother and son at the door of the current house, Guo Sunflower was taking the key to open the door, Wu Hou was smiling happily on the side, but the angle of the photo was on the side, obviously taken secretly from not far away.
Wu Daqi smiled and shed tears, and said, "When you bought a house that year, you two moved in on the first day, and you ate braised pork at night, right?"
Guo Sunflower looked at the photo, crying silently, and Wu Hou continued to flip it with trembling hands.
The seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth....
There are dozens of photos, each of which is Wu Hou's figure, after he graduated from primary school, others are taking graduation photos, he is sitting on the swing alone, he is sitting in the classroom, listening to the class absent-mindedly, there is him walking on the road alone, kicking stones as he walks...
There are also photos of Wu Hou making kites with books at school, as well as photos of him hiding in the toilet and secretly smoking, being in a daze in the playground during class hours, chatting with the doorman after school, and so on, all kinds of photos.
Flipping to the last photo, Mai Wenxiang's figure appeared on it, the two were on the forest road, Mai Wenxiang was riding a bicycle, Wu Hou was trotting, this road Wu Hou remembered that a few years before leaving the city, he would walk this road with Mai Wenxiang every day after school.
The photo turned here, and the back was gone, Wu Hou gently closed the album, and lowered his head in a complicated mood.
On dozens of photos, all the looks of a boy from a child to a teenager, from short to tall, from fragile to strong, Wu Hou, who has lived for more than ten years, never knew that he was secretly taken so many photos.
My thoughts seem to go back to many years ago, that little boy, experiencing sadness, sadness, and loss again and again, and finally slowly adjusting his mentality, smiling, sunny, and cheerful. That's the traces of my own growth, without these photos, these memories can only be made up in the memory, and it is impossible to present them in front of me.
Wu Hou laughed expressionlessly, and said with a dull look in his eyes, "Where did you get the photo?"
Wu Daqi looked at Wu Hou and said seriously, "Son, although I am not by your side, I will send someone to see you every year and ask him to take some pictures of you for me." For so many years, I have relied on these photos to persevere, and I know that as a father, I was absent from your growth, failed to take you to eat noodles, failed to teach you to ride a bicycle, and failed to stand up to protect you when others bullied you, it was all my fault, but you must know that I really love you and you are the most important people in my life. ”
Wu Houmu, who was expressionless, looked at the photo album on the table, sighed, and asked softly, "What are you? A photo album, is it love for me and my mother? You have been gone for almost 20 years, 20 years! Do you know how my mother and I have lived these 20 years? I look at your clothes and this backpack, you should have a good life outside, right? But do you know how much my mother has suffered over the years! How many times have I been laughed at!"
"Other people's dads have been with them since they were young, riding their bikes, going to the playground with them, standing up to protect them when they are being bullied, but I've always been alone. ”
"Rich people can fight for their fathers, and those who are not rich can also fulfill their responsibilities, but what about you? You said that you love us very much, when my mother climbed the stairs alone with fifty pounds of flour on her back in winter, where were you? Where were you when I was bullied? When I was expelled from school, where were you!?"
"Now that I'm grown up, my mother is relaxed, but you're back, hehe, it's ironic, Wu Daqi, my mother has worked hard to support this family, and after so many years of operation, we have this house and a medium life, and now that you're back with a light breeze, you want to step in my family, let me call you Dad? I tell you, this can't be! This is my family! My family will never have you!"
"Take this album of yours, with your ridiculous thoughts and love, get out of my house, I don't need a father," Wu Hou became more and more excited the more he spoke, and finally picked up the album and smashed it at Wu Daqi, roaring angrily.
The excited Wu Hou didn't notice the eyes of the other four, they were already slowly surprised, especially Guo Sunhua, who looked at Wu Hou in disbelief.
"Son, what did you just say, you were expelled from school?" Guo Sunhua looked at Wu Hou in disbelief.
Wu Hou reacted at this time, he was so excited just now that he actually told him that he had dropped out of school.
Tears crossed his face again, Wu Hou couldn't cry, tears flowed down like beads with broken threads, he sobbed and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you... I'm not in school anymore, I was expelled from college for less than a semester..."
Guo Sunflower was like being struck by lightning, and the whole person stayed there, this news made her sad more than the suffering of more than ten years.
For more than ten years, it has been the idea of cultivating Wu Hou to grow up, and in supporting her tenacious struggle, she doesn't want much, as long as Wu Hou can go to college, find a good job, and live a peaceful life in the future, it is enough, but Wu Hou suddenly said the news, which broke all her illusions.
"How can this be...."Guo Sunflower muttered, tears falling to the ground one by one.
Wu Hou didn't know how to face his mother, he turned around in tears and snatched the door, his grandmother called him, he shouldn't, Wu Daqi called him, he ignored it.
Wu Daqi was about to chase out of the room, Guo Xianda stood up and said in a deep voice, "You stop, he will only be more annoyed when he sees you." ”
Wu Daqi stood at the door embarrassed, turned to look at his father-in-law, Guo Xianda glanced at the three of them, and said to the old woman to take care of his daughter, and then went out to chase Wu Hou.
There were only three people left in the house, and tonight was destined to be a night full of tears, and the old woman hugged her daughter, comforting her again and again, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.
Wu Daqi looked at this scene, closed his eyes in pain, and said to himself, "Cry, cry, after all the tears, don't be sad in the future." ”