The sunset gradually sank in the west, Xiang Qianren's thoughts were in turmoil, and he saw his father squatting in front of a small mound in front of the house, holding a cigarette bag and a cigarette gun in his hand, staring anxiously at the yellow mud road in the Zhuangzi, pacing back and forth from time to time, and taking a few sips of hookah.

Erdan has been extremely smart since he was a child, likes to read, and unlike other children who only know how to face the black soil with their backs to the sky, he has a lot of ideas, always wants to go out and break through, almost a recognized prodigy in the village, every time Daddy hears praise from others, the wrinkles on his weathered face will bloom, revealing a happy smile.

His mother cares about him well, it can be said that from childhood to adulthood, Erdan lives in the love of his parents, he knows that his parents have high expectations for him, and other people's children have already gone to the field to do farm work at his age, but he is studying at home.

Father Xiang's eyes narrowed, and he was still far away from Erdan, so he shouted: "Erdan, where are you going to play again?"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves full of patches and made a gesture.

"Daddy, I didn't go to play, the old gentleman was late today. Xiang Qianqian was vague, thinking about how to get by, but now he hasn't decided to follow the middle-aged knight to go away, so it's better not to tell his father and mother in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the door, a fishy fragrance came, Xiang Qianren sniffled, it was so fragrant, and he couldn't help but say: "Mother, why do you want to eat fish today?"

A woman's voice came from the stove room, "Today, your father helped Uncle Wang from the next village to fish, and he was not embarrassed to collect money, so he accepted two big carps weighing three catties. ”

Erdan hadn't tasted meat for several months, so he immediately turned back to his father and said, "Thank you, Dad." ”

Xiang's father's face was helpless, and he put it down, seeing his son so happy, he also felt sincerely happy, so he scolded with a smile: "You little rabbit, how are you studying today?"

Xiang Qianren coped with a few words, Daddy knocked on the cigarette pouch, got up and said: "Erdan, you have to study hard, next year is the county exam, whether you have any prospects in the future, but it all depends on this time, don't be like me, stay in the village for the rest of your life, alas." ”

"Okay, you talk every day, if you want me to say, our second egg will definitely be able to pass the exam. Xiang Qianren's mother put the food on the table in the courtyard and beckoned the father and son to come over for dinner.

Erdan's eyes lit up, and after sitting down, he devoured it, and his mother looked at her son lovingly, and gave him a few pieces of fish and meat, but she didn't move her chopsticks.

"Mother, don't take care of me, you can eat too. Xiang Qianren looked up and said.

"You child has loved to eat fish since he was a child, but you can eat more, my mother and your father ate some before, and I am not hungry. Xiang's mother looked at her son with a smile.

"No, you eat a few more pieces, I'll watch it count. Xiang Qianren put down his job and looked at his father and mother stubbornly.

Xiang's father showed a touch of relief in his eyes, stretched out his chopsticks to put the fish head and tail into the bowl, and said with a smile: "Now your mother and I have something to eat, you can eat quickly." ”

Erdan was puzzled: "Why don't you eat the body of the fish?" ”

His mother bit the head of the fish and quipped, "Your father and I like to eat the head and tail of the fish the most." ”

There is a person, when you are a baby, holding you, no matter how tired, still whispering to make you fall asleep and make you stop crying.

There is a person who, when you wet the bed from time to time in your sleep, is afraid that you will catch a cold, and disregards his own sleep, waking up several times a night just to touch the bedding under you to see if it is damp.

There is a person, when you are growing up, when you are studying, endure sleepiness to get up, just to make a breakfast so that you will not be hungry.

There is a person, after knowing that you like to eat fish, every time you eat the head and tail of the fish, you smile and ask her, why don't you eat the body of the fish, she smiled and replied, she likes to eat the head and tail of the fish, but you take it seriously.

There is a person who sews and mends your clothes for you as you grow, and there are a few bits of red in that stitch, which is difficult for you to see.

There is a person, even if you really grow up, she will look at you silently, silently happy, silently smiling, until finally, silently closing her tired eyes.

This person is called Mother.

There is also a man who, when you were a baby, lifted your body with both hands, held it high, and replaced the sun in his eyes and became everything to him.

There is also a person who holds your hands and helps you take the first step in life in that happy laughter when you have not yet learned to walk and falls.

There is also a person, in your joy again and again, holding your hand, taking you through the mountains and rivers and taking you to see the sky and the earth. In the back you look up, you will feel that he is the mountain and he is the sky.

There is another person, when you say that your mother likes to eat fish heads, and you are very serious about leaving the fish head and tail to your mother, he is beside him, looking at his wife, showing apology and softness.

There is another person, after you grow up, every time you think of it, it is harsh and staring, which makes you more and more bored, but as you grow up, you will find that under that stern gaze, there is a love that you couldn't see back then.

There is also a person, he is lying on the bed slowly closing his eyes, revealing fear, revealing helplessness, but your embrace, your soft voice, is to make him like a child, just like you when he was a child, he lifted your body, happy laughter, so that he is no longer afraid of helplessness, but warm, fell into your arms.

This man is called Father. (This short passage is from the immortal rebellion)

"Father, mother, the child will tell you something. Erdan put down his chopsticks, took a deep breath, and made a big decision.

"What?" asked Daddy and Mom, looking at each other and confused.

Xiang Qianqian looked at his father's face, his eyes suddenly became a little damp, thinking of going to the rivers and lakes, he didn't know when it would be time to meet again, he knelt down, buckled his head deeply at his parents, and choked up: "Dad, mother." The child is not filial, I am going to leave you and go to a distant place alone, and I don't know when I will see you again, this time I am here to say goodbye to you at the end. Please forgive the children for not being able to serve by your side. ”

Xiang Qianren's tears were blurred, with a crying tone, and then he got up suddenly and ran outside without looking back, wiping the tears with his sleeves as he walked, but it seemed that he couldn't wipe them all.

The parents who were left behind stared blankly at the back of their son who gradually disappeared into the night, and the head and tail of the fish in the bowl gradually became cold.

Children grow up with their parents, and from time to time they yearn for the wonderful world outside.

I often resent that my parents' surroundings were too narrow and old, and my parents' nagging was unbearable, and I wanted to escape from my parents' constraints early.

When you go out and see the outside world full of flowers and colors, you will naturally revel in it, where can you still afford to have a heart that is always concerned in a distant place.

Only when you encounter wind and rain and severe cold, the life of drifting everywhere is not good, and no matter how good the house is, it can't contain your own pain.

This is the old house that reminds me of my parents, who can shelter from the wind and rain and is kind and warm.

When you heal your wounds in the old house, your heart flies away early, and you don't have time to take a closer look at the old house.

It's old, and it should be repaired.

The children are growing up day by day, and the parents are aging day by day, and they can no longer bear the wind and rain.

You didn't hear a gust of wind and rain coming, and the old house was already squeaking and moaning, and the voice was low and depressing, for fear that the wings you wanted to fly would add weight.

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