1
Frankly speaking, I think my father does not know love.
My dad is now working as a technician at a construction site, and his life was roughly miserable when he was young: the youngest in the family, there are four sisters and two brothers; the second sister had a high fever when she was young and burned herself into a fool, and she died in less than thirty; my dad lost his mother when he was five years old, and it was the two brothers and the two sisters who pulled him up.
My father said he had never had a precise impression of his mother in his life, and the only time he remembered was when his two sisters suddenly cried and told him that his mother had died.
"I was less than five years old and didn't understand what death meant. I was just being held by your great aunt, following a group of adults, walking all the way from home to the entrance of the village, with people crying all along the way, and ringers banging gongs and drums, and your great aunt handing me two trees and telling me to put them in that pit circle. That's all I remember." My dad said.
And when I grew up and went to the graveyard to visit the graves, the two saplings had grown into huge trees that stood out in a barren cemetery.
My dad said that his biggest shortcoming as a child was that he was hit on the head by a stiletto, which still leaves a big scar. That time, he went to steal sweet potatoes from another family's field, and after eating them, he lay down in the field and fell asleep, and a stiletto almost knocked him to death. My dad graduated from high school, but not a regular high school, but a vocational high school.
He was very stupid, he knew nothing about math, and he failed to touch the line twice in a row. At that time, his second brother asked someone to let him go to Wangjiaqiao to attend the vocational high school, learning agriculture and forestry technology, two years back and began to come home to farm, really technology utilization.
After graduating from the vocational high school, my dad kept the family home, picking water, making noodles, herding cows, and farming. After a year my dad turned eighteen, the army came down to recruit, that year the whole village, he was the only one who qualified. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
But he didn't become a soldier because his grandfather was already paralyzed, and several of his brothers and sisters had already started their own families, so taking care of his father naturally fell to my dad.
"I was very eager to go out and make a go of it, but your grandfather was paralyzed in bed, and there was no one to take care of your grandfather if I went." My dad said.
I read my dad's long cherished diary, which had this paragraph:
"Going out to the world is certainly a dream I've always dreamed of, but how can I bear to look at my own biological father lying in bed without anyone to take care of him?"
After two more years, my grandfather died of illness, and my father was already in his early twenties, and it was fashionable to work outside, but my father still stayed at home. The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of a conversation with my father, and he was in the middle of a conversation with me, and I was in the middle of a conversation with him.
2
It's my mom's turn. In fact, my dad and my mom have been in the same class since we were kids, and we've been at the same table for years. My mom is a year older than my dad and went to school a year later. She was very skinny and grew up playing with his second brother.
My mom went to kindergarten, the kindergarten, my grandma and grandpa is responsible for lectures, grandma is a theater class, grandpa is a junior high school diploma, when the accountant, are also counted as educated people.
But my mom was never serious about her classes, and was often late for them. She often slept until 10:30 in the yard, and then rubbed her eyes and came out, but my grandma didn't scold her because she was the only one who had a daughter;
My great-uncle and my second-uncle also spoiled her. She was so happy that she shouted, "Another five cents and you can buy a box of jelly beans! The first time I saw this, I was able to see the woman's face, and I was able to see her face, and I was able to see her face, and I was able to see her face, and I was able to see her face.
My mom was a tomboy at the time, she didn't like to read those mushy romances, she liked to read martial arts books, and there were a lot of them.
My mom not only loved to read martial arts, she also practiced. When she was young, she knew a lot of styles, boxing, golden chicken stand alone, somersaults, inversions, flying wall ...... flying wall is a person below the support, the back of the person to the hands of a pooh spit, directly jumped to the wall. What are you doing on the wall? Steal apricots hawthorn to eat.
My mother and my father's origins are here, my family then there are two hawthorn trees, one in the yard, one against the wall, against the wall of the tree to the outside of the yard wall, bright red, causing a lot of people to steal, including my mother.
One time she tried to fly up the wall by herself, and after struggling to reach the wall, she met my dad, who froze - he was holding a pot and didn't know what to do with it. But my mom wasn't embarrassed at all, she was a classmate, she said, "Wang Haisheng, you just got up!"
My dad didn't reply, and my mom added, "Wang Haisheng, eat a few hawthorns from your house."
My father still did not say anything, lowered his head to move steps, my mom again said: "Do not say anything means agree, I enter your home to eat ah!"
"No way! You are stealing." This time my dad said something, he looked up, at my mom, his hands shaking a little.
"Look at you, if you're not going, you're not going, I'll see you at school tomorrow!" My mom got off the wall and headed home, clutching three hawthorns in her hand, bright red and big. She almost fell down when she was running back.
After we got married, those kids often came to my house to steal hawthorn, and at that time, the courtyard wall of my house was already broken through a big hole, and those kids stepped on a brick and went up easily. They could easily step on a brick, and they could pull a lot of hawthorns, and they could even knock off the branches of the trees. My mother saw it and shouted at them, and then they learned to be smart and stole it from my mother during her lunch break.
My dad worked on a construction site for the first time, and earned five thousand dollars a season back, and he asked my mom what she wished for. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. My mom said, "Yes, I really have to make up for it. You have to make up for that yard wall first, and we can't let others steal our hawthorn!
My mom is very trendy, her hairstyle at that time towards a "cool" mode, I have seen her young photos: short hair, wearing a black hat, hanging above a row of slippery English letters; wearing a worn baseball lab coat, the lower body is jeans, worn just broken holes, shelved to the present day, the proper hip-hop girl!
I was a hip-hop girl.
My mom also sings songs, and at that time there were not many girls who would not hum a couple of paragraphs, plus my grandma was working in the village's Yu opera troupe, playing a loud female number one, naturally, she was exposed to a lot of - she will be a lot of, the old-fashioned Mu Guiying Hanging Marshal, Hua Mulan, and newer Liu Daoguo Speech, Chaoyang The newer ones include "Liu's Speech" and "Chaoyang Gully". A lot of Yu opera is sung with a kind of friendliness and simplicity, and my mom goes well with that.
But she doesn't sing much anymore, now that she bought a trolley subwoofer with a group of people from her village and dances on the main street every day, she's become a real mom!
3
My father and my mother's life is basically introduced, we can see, my father and my mother's status at that time is not equal.
How did my dad catch up with my mom? In fact, my father did not even chase my mom, my father is a elm brain, in today's words is a dead man, steel straight man. He's a man of steel, and to what extent is he steel?
On one occasion the homeroom teacher took roll call and saw that the seat next to my dad's was empty. The homeroom teacher was a bit old and couldn't remember his name, so he asked him:
"Wang Haisheng, who's the one next to you, and why didn't you come?"
You said it was a simple thing, but my dad stood up when he heard it and didn't say a word. He certainly wasn't unable to remember his deskmate's name, he was too shy to say it, because his deskmate was a woman. That day the homeroom teacher asked him for ten minutes my dad did not say a word, the homeroom teacher in a fit of pique threw him out.
"Go outside and talk to the air!"
So I couldn't figure out what my mom saw in my dad, and I asked my mom, what do you see in my dad?
My mom said my dad was different, and when I thought about it, I was right: my mom was the most special of the girls, and my dad? He's the most special of the boys. Different like different, you don't say it's a good match. I asked what else, and my mom thought for a second and said, "Does being stubborn count?
"At that time, your father was very boring, only one friend in the whole class, the friend's name is Hair of the Dog, your father's handwriting is very good, he admired your father."
"Your father is not good at math, once the teacher assigned homework, almost after school your father has not finished writing, gnawing on a pencil sweating. Hair of the dog saw it and wanted to let your dad copy his homework."
Your father did not speak, or bored to write the problem, the dog hair over and over again to let your father copy homework, and then he really can not he threw the homework to your father's desk. Unexpectedly this action to your father angry, he stood up a hand to throw the dog hair homework.
"If I say I won't copy it, I won't copy it!"
I laughed after hearing this, and told my mom that this makes your heart move, my mom said that time is not like now, there is no one rush to explicitly fall in love, the girls are not afraid to stay alone in the class, they are to see me come and let me go in first.
"There was also a time when your father was very rude!" My mom, who had been working on the soles of her shoes, suddenly remembered this part of the story.
"At that time, there was a man in our class nicknamed Fat San, with a fat face, a big belly, a full body of pugilistic meat, a horizontal face, and a gang of little brothers. Your father is the only person who does not mix with them, fat three favorite thing to do is nothing to find trouble, is a typical prick, often in your father's side to move around.
"I always thought your dad was quite a wimp before, so tall, and he didn't dare to kick him in the face. The result of one day but let me impressed: fat three in front of your father to do small movements, your father wrote a pen post ignored him, fat three feel feel feel your father's temperament, so playfully dumped a 'no mother child', your father heard this sentence all of a sudden anxious, get up and a fist down, the fat three whacked to the ground! "
My mom said that Fat Sam was beaten up that time, and his face was swollen, and it took several days for it to go down. Since then the whole class has reacquainted themselves with my dad, and everyone is courteous to him, even her. My dad said that we have to have principles and a bottom line, we have to tolerate when we tolerate, but once we exceed that bottom line, we have to dislike it even if we have to fight for our lives! So I have since learned that my dad's bottom line is the dignity of the people he loves.
My mom is roughly like, is my dad's righteousness and dignity, and my dad like my mom which point? I asked my dad, and he couldn't come up with a single useful sentence out of this wooden bottle of mumbling. I had to ask my mom again, my mom said your father does not like me, your father like class flower le!
The class flower and my mom is a good friend, at that time the whole class of boys almost all crush class flower, my mom once asked the class flower, so many boys like you, graduation you pick which one? She said she wouldn't pick anyone, she would go out and pick someone else! She went to college and married a man from out of town. I asked my dad if he liked Banhua. I'm not sure if he's a good person, but I think he's a good person," he said.
"But what I like is the beauty of others, the external beauty." My dad says he's a "man of letters" and he's too old for this kind of bullshit.
"I like your mom because I like your mom's cheerful personality, and I look forward to getting married and dabbling in me and living happily ever after."
"But I wasn't competitive and didn't give her a good life, causing your mom to be like this now."
"Pussy, falling in love is liking, but getting married is being responsible for who you marry. If I were to do it again, I probably wouldn't have married your mom, or even willingly become a bachelor."
"Let you study hard is not to harm you, without culture and without ability you can't give your woman the life she wants, you're a man, sooner or later you'll have to face this."
"To make one's woman happy is a man's greatest happiness." My dad said this in my freshman year of college, and I couldn't believe it was my dad saying this when I typed it out of a tweet at the time.
4
After my grandfather's death my aunts opened up to introduce my dad to a daughter-in-law, and they entrusted my Uncle Wang with the task, and who says men can't be matchmakers anymore? He even introduced a lot of foreign women to the men in our village, a proper matchmaker," he said.
Uncle Wang promised to introduce a lot of people to my dad, but either he was too poor to do so, or he couldn't see anyone else.
My father's family was poor, but he was very handsome, and he was very good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and there was a rumor that he once wrote a couplet for a rich family in a foreign country, and the family snatched him up and made him their son-in-law.
But these are all stories, the reality is cruel, no one is interested in my father, there are a few who are interested in the "crooked", and one is a fool. The first thing I've noticed is that my mom has been making jokes about my dad, and if it weren't for her, he would have had to live with a stupid woman!
Uncle Wang introduced my father to all the women in our village, and my father stopped proposing marriage, and even stopped talking, just shaking his head. When it was my mom's turn, my dad finally said something, he asked in a whisper, "Do they want us?"
Then Uncle Wang went to the marriage proposal, nothing to take, empty-handed to the marriage proposal. The first time I saw him, he said, "I don't know if he's going to be able to make it, but I think he's going to be able to make it," he said!
What did my grandfather mean? The first thing I did was to ask my mom if she would agree to the marriage.
"Just like that." My mom said. The fact is that there are a lot of people who have come to my grandfather's house to propose marriage, but they were all rejected by my mom, and that's it, and that's what I mean!
After two days, my father went to my grandpa's house, which is called the old station in our place. My dad just came to my grandpa's house all nervous, sitting on a small bench, a pair of hands on the knees, head down, do not speak, occasionally coughing two, thirsty on the fierce irrigation.
"Don't drink, go on the ground, practice a few tricks!" Grandpa suddenly said this to my father, and took him to the field.
This was also the trend at the time, the old station house had to work, make a little strength, to see the ability.
When I was a young man, my father was a literate scholar, but his life as a teenager had sharpened his character: my grandfather threw him a stiletto and told him to hoe, so he whacked a stiletto and a stiletto as hard as he could, and the stiletto was pried open two or three times in the morning, after he finished hoeing half an acre of land.
My father was so tired that he couldn't catch his breath, and my grandfather finally smiled and said to my grandmother, "This kid is not bad, he is capable and willing to work hard, and he will be fine if he is beaten more."
Afterwards, my father talked about this incident, he said that when he came back from my mom's house, his arm was already so sore that it almost dislocated. My dad and my mom were halfway there, and grandpa agreed that they should be together, and they started the relationship phase.
Then my father and my mother have never been in love, both of them are the first love, the rural areas do not have a movie theater, the two of them on the street blindly sneaking, my mother asked my father will pedal the foreign car will not, my father said no.
This is the first time in the world that I have seen the world's most important and the most important thing in the world is the world.
"You can really stupid!" My mom said. She went home and rode out on a big sorghum bike and said to my dad, "Come on up!" My mom was wild and pedaled downhill, scaring my dad into wrapping his arms around my mom's waist.
"Ride slow! Slow down!"
My mom didn't say anything and drove faster and faster, and when she got out of the car my mom laughed at my dad and said, "Riding a bike scares you like this.
When my dad married my mom, he didn't arrange anything: the bride price, the ceremony, the banquet, not even a wedding photo, and in recent years I've been yelling for them to make up a wedding photo, but I don't know where they've gotten it.
Then my father went to pick up my mom, in the middle of the night, held up a flashlight, 10 o'clock at night to my grandpa's house, knocked on the door, whispered a sentence to pick up the people. The door was opened by my grandpa, who only said:
"Take her back! A daughter-in-law for nothing!"
There were no streetlights at night, and there was only one moon on the empty path, and the rest was the sound of the silent wind. My mom saw that my dad came on a bicycle, she smiled and said can you ride?
"I can ride it, it's not hard to learn." My dad touched the handlebars and spoke sarcastically.
"Let's go then?"
"Home?"
"Home."
5
After they got married, they couldn't feed their family by farming alone, so my father finally started working outside the home. At first, he learned carpentry from my third aunt, but then the carpentry industry declined, and he started learning to be an electrician: stringing wires, placing wires, installing lamps, running machines, and doing all sorts of work.
It's not easy to work outside, it's hard work, and I'm afraid of accidents, because many construction sites are not formal, and the chances of accidents are very high: I heard that the most recent one was a young man of about my age, working outside, in the middle of summer, the sun on the 30-meter-high floor was hot and dizzying, and the young man tied the reinforcement bars above and along the side of the building, and an unstable drifted off, and then snapped to the ground like a piece of broken tart. the ground like a broken tart.
"That was close, that was close." My third aunt said, he was in the same construction site with the youth, the youth fell down when he was walking from the first floor to the outside, two more steps or two seconds faster, he and the youth as a piece of meat pie!
There are a lot of things like this that happen at construction sites, and no one can say for sure. My dad had an accident once: he was driving a winch at a construction site, pulling a lot of diagonal spikes, and the machine started, putting the wood on top of it, and giggling, giggling, giggling, and spinning, and rolling, and it made a lot of noise.
The most fearful thing about driving a winch is that it will stick in your hand, and if your hand is not steady enough to get out of it, it will be gone when you take it back. My dad was doing that, and my mom would remind him every time we talked on the phone to pay attention to safety, and my dad was very careful, wearing two layers of gloves every time he went to work.
But the accident happened: it wasn't the hand that got stuck, but the wooden board cracked, and the board smashed into my dad's teeth, clicking and smashing my dad's incisors!
That day, my dad took a leave of absence to go outside to fill his teeth, counting the work injury, the boss compensated 500, and he himself paid another 500 to fill a mouthful of good ceramic teeth. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it. My dad wanted to hide this, but my mom found out in the end, and she asked how it happened. My dad said he fell down when he was walking.
"Can you knock two incisors out?" my mom asked. My mom asked, my dad did not say anything, he is the worst at lying, after a while to explain the whole situation. My mom started to cry after hearing this, ever since she married my dad she's been a different person, no longer as big-headed, crybaby, and abnormally sensitive to nerves as she used to be.
"You're trying to scare me to death!" My mom cried non-stop, but my dad and will not coax people, I and my dad is also an embryo, the two men straight can not. The neighboring lady came, she advised my mother, don't cry, don't cry, think positively, the person is good, it's okay, the two teeth are just, it's okay, who hasn't lost it before?
My mom didn't cry after hearing that, and then we all made a joke out of it as time went on. What was the impact of this accident on my dad? The impact was that since then, my dad never smiled again when he took pictures.
My father went out to work at the age of twenty-two, and now he has been working for twenty years, and the most horrible accident he encountered in these twenty years was ten years ago, a life-and-death car accident:
One year, my father went home on May 1, and he had to cross the Linzhou road. One of the roads was particularly steep and dangerous, called the "Eighteen Plate", meaning that you have to make eighteen big turns to get down from the mountain. He talked to my mom on the phone before he came back, and my mom said yes, I'll make dumplings at night and come back to eat.
My dad packed up and headed home, and when he came back, he took a bus that drove like that, and nothing happened along the way. But halfway through the journey, someone realized something was wrong: it was clearly a downhill road and the driver was driving so fast. A passenger said, eh, master you drive slowly, be careful to hit a tree.
The driver said well well, immediately become slower, immediately become slower. But the driver is still driving very fast. The front row of the sharp-eyed people found, how this driver is now full of sweat, and then look at his feet, slamming on the brakes just can not stop ah!
The driver couldn't hide it, so he had to tell everyone that the brakes were out of order and he could only drive on. A car of people suddenly could not sit still, someone lost over, said that what are you waiting for? Open the door to jump ah!
Said to do, clang a pull open the door, the wind whirring ran in, like a wolf. Bold a bite, hey yo a shout, chirp a jump, like a railroad guerrilla jump train. The bystanders look, eh, did not fall dead, turned two grunts and climbed up again. A lot of people then jump, go one is one, who do not want to just so vain death.
My father was in the car, he was clutching his bag, where he had just earned 5,000 dollars.
Do you want to jump? So many people have jumped are still fine, my father clutched the bag ready to jump out, then a fat man behind suddenly crowded over, shouting I jumped first I jumped first. My father thought, jump on the jump, more a person less a person thing.
But sometimes the fate of this thing who can not say: the bus "bang" sound, hit the corner of a bridge pier. The driver did not even open the gears, the corner is almost finished, disliked a little forward, the bus by inertia acne to the back. Just so a stall, that fat man jumped the car, only to hear a click, not offset the fat man's leg was crushed!
My dad was able to get out of the car, and took a broken school bag to his home. My dad didn't have a phone at the time, and it didn't take long for the story to reach home. My mom was confused when she heard this, wasn't that the same train that Haisheng took? The rolling pin fell to the ground, she shivered and went outside to inquire about the situation, and heard others say that the people in the car did not die, but one person's leg was broken.
"Whose leg is broken? Whose leg is broken?" My mom grabbed the question.
"I'm not sure, it seems to be a young man."
"Eh, isn't your family Haisheng coming back in the next few days? Isn't it ......"
"My family Haisheng? He, he wasn't on that bus, wasn't on that bus." My mom lost her mind and said that she did not go home, went to my fourth aunt's house, where she did not say a word and kept crying. My fourth aunt comforted her, so many people in the car, how do you know the leg broken is Haisheng?
Time and again at night, my father still did not come back, this time everyone's heart is a little cold, if nothing, but also should take a phone call back ah.
My mom was so cold that she left my aunt's house and walked back, and my fourth aunt supported her, when she suddenly heard a voice from behind:
"Qiaoyun! Qiaoyun!"
My mom and my aunt hurriedly turned around: it was my dad! My mom froze there with tears in her eyes, and my fourth aunt slapped her: "What are you waiting for? My mom froze there with tears in her eyes, my fourth aunt slapped her: "What are you waiting for? My mom ran over, I was eight years old at the time, in my limited memory, that was the first time my mom hugged my dad. Back home my mom said he why don't you give us a message?
"It's not a surprise for you." My dad laughed and said, he still has the face to joke at this time!