I suddenly received a phone call from my father on Saturday. He asked, "are you at home this afternoon?" I said: yes, what can I do for you? He said: nothing, just caught some fish, your mother asked me to send them to you. I said: it's windy today, it's so cold, just a few fish, it's not troublesome enough, so don't come over. He said: it's all right. I'll be there in a minute. I'll be there soon.
Sure enough, less than half an hour later, I heard the sound of a motorcycle downstairs. I said to my son, "Open the door. Grandpa has brought us fish." As soon as the son tilted his toes and opened the door, he saw his father standing on my doorstep, dressed in a yellow military coat, a helmet on his head and knee pads tied to his legs. I hurriedly said: dad, come on in. I didn't expect you to come so soon. Father didn't seem to hear what I said. He pulled out a woven bag from behind and said to himself, "I just caught it this morning. Your mother told me to bring it to you. I washed it for you, so you don't have to bother any more." I hurriedly said: OK, then hurry into the house. Unexpectedly, my father said, "I won't come in. Your mother is waiting for me at home." I said: after such a long walk, you must go into the house and have a drink of water. Father still stubbornly said: no, you go back to the house, the wind is strong outside. With that, he has started the motorcycle. Seeing that I couldn't keep my father, I said to my son, "say goodbye to Grandpa." My son stood behind me timidly, silent. I know that their grandparents and grandchildren haven't seen each other for more than two months. Even if we get together occasionally, it is also temporary and pitiful. When my father heard me say this, he stopped his movements and seemed to stumble twice. But in the end, the son did not speak. Father seems to have some regret, he said: go back quickly, I am leaving. In a sudden sound of motorcycles, in the rustling wind, my father hurried away.
In my memory, my father left me with more than this hasty back.
When I was in junior high school, I was studying in town. In order to save money, I walk four or five miles of mountain road home for dinner at noon. However, once after school, it was still raining cats and dogs. I was in trouble. Watching the well-prepared students take out a good lunch in the morning from the hole of the table, I regretted that I had no foresight, and I was trying to maintain my poor self-esteem. I didn't want my classmates to see me starving. As a result, a cruel ran into the rain curtain. As soon as I ran out of the school gate, I regretted it. Because it was raining so hard at that time, my eyes could not be opened by the rain, and the road under my feet was muddy and slippery, which had made me fall several times. At that time, I was in an even more dilemma. Turn back and still starve, and will let my classmates see my awkward appearance; go on, the bad weather and the mountain road really make me miserable.
At this moment, there is a figure not far in front, which seems to be very familiar with it, and is moving forward step by step. Slowly waiting for us to get close to each other, I realized that it was my father. At this time, he also saw me, as if some complaining said: such a heavy rain, how can you still run back? Your mother asked me to bring you a meal. Take it back. At this time, I was too excited to say a word and nodded energetically. At this time, he took out a ball of things from under his armpit, handed it to me and said, "No wonder your mother said you didn't take your raincoat. Here you are. Put it on." When I picked it up, I found that he had hidden our only raincoat in his arms all the time, but he had only wrapped it in a piece of plastic sheeting, and most of his body was drenched. I said: no, you wear it. I can run back to the classroom soon. At this time, he seemed to be a little angry and said, "put it on and stop showing off." I had to take it. He said, "I'm leaving. Go back quickly." With that, he turned around. I stood under the eaves of the school gate, watching him leave in a hurry and gradually blurred in the torrential rain.
The year I was admitted to the university, I went to study in Jinan. As it was the first time that I was far away from home, my father had planned to go with me. One of my neighbors happened to go to Jinan to study. He was a little older than me and had some social experience, so he patted his chest in front of my father and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure he gets settled." Maybe my father really wanted me to exercise my ability to live independently and went back after he sent us to Linyi Railway Station and told us again and again.
A month after entering the university, I slowly began to adapt to the new life. Sitting in the study room, I occasionally looked up at the falling yellow leaves out of the window, thinking that my father and mother might be running around in the fields where autumn harvest and autumn planting. Suddenly, someone told me that someone was looking for it outside. I ran out of the study room full of suspicion, only to find that my father was standing in front of me. I remember being so happy that I almost hugged him. I saw him standing there smiling in his sheepskin jacket, which he seldom wore, a black cap and a bulging bag in his hand. I hurriedly took the bag from his hand and said, Dad, what are you doing here? He smiled and said, "it's because of your mother. She always talks about you at home every day." Well, as soon as the work in the field was finished, she had to let me come to see you to see if you had lost weight and whether you had a good meal. I also smiled and said, you see this time, you can go back and tell your mother, right? The father smiled and said: yes, yes. When we returned to the dormitory, he took out a large bag of peanuts and said, "this is planted in our own field. Let's give it to your classmates to taste." Then I showed him around the school, and it was obvious that his face was full of joy and excitement. We went to the restaurant again. After dinner, he said to me, "I'm relieved to come and see it. I'll go back by train tonight." I was surprised: you came such a long way just to take a look at me? Why can't you stay for another two days and take a good look around Jinan? My father told me: it will cost one more day to stay here. Don't you know it's not easy for us to make money? Besides, there is still unfinished work in the field, and I can't let it go. When I heard it, I stopped saying anything.
When I took him to the station, he repeatedly told me to eat whatever I wanted and not to lose my health in my study. I nodded and agreed. He told me to rest assured that I should stop being homesick and write a letter to my family when I really thought about it. I also nodded and agreed, and the joy of the reunion was shrouded in the sadness of parting. When I entered the station and watched his hasty figure disappear into the bustling crowd, I did not know when my tears had fallen.
Dad, is Grandpa gone? A call from my son suddenly woke me up in contemplation. Oh, yes. Let's go home to see Grandpa next week, shall we? good! The crisp child's voice of his son is scattered in the cold wind, and the father who walks in a hurry must hear it, I think.
Author / Iron Horse Battle Qiufeng
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