Now my father is going to travel far again, just because of the immortal hope in his heart and the dream that has protected him for many years. Bless them!
The fallen leaves are flying, the autumn is getting thicker and thicker, and the cool breeze is blowing tighter and tighter. After get off work, I prepared supper alone. I looked at the faint night outside the window and suddenly missed home, so I immediately called a video to my mother.
The video rang for a long time before it was connected. When I saw that the picture was very confusing, I swallowed the food in my mouth and asked, "What are you doing? You are walking back and forth, haven't you rested yet?" A hurried voice came from the other end of the video: "Take your clothes and those pair of soft-soled shoes, listen to me and stuff them in..." As my mother said, the picture was dark instantly. I guess she put her phone in her pocket. Although they didn't say anything to me, I already understood that my father was going to work again.
As expected, after a while, my mother took out her phone again, and the scene appeared as my father was cleaning up his bag. "Look at your dad, let him stay at home and refuse to listen, and he is going out again. I can't control him, I want to care about you!" My mother's tone was a little vicious, but I saw her stuffing a bottle of canned loquat into her father's bag again. The father waved his hand to his mother and muttered in a low voice: "What are you talking to your child for? How can I make money if I don't go out?" My father had no time to talk to me, so he put a charging cable, toothbrush, soap, etc. into his bag, and a pile of things were chunky, making his bag bulge.
"Let this can be eaten for you. You have been coughing these two days, and I can't stuff it in my bag." My father stood up and weighed the bag, and told his mother intentionally or unintentionally that he should drink warm water first when he woke up in the morning, not take a bite of cold air, and he always coughed non-stop. "This can is not heavy. I want to buy it at home. It's very convenient. You will definitely not be able to bear to pay when you go out. Take it away." My mother unzipped the bag and stuffed the can in again. I felt a little wet when I listened to their conversation. I couldn't bear to leave my father to work, and I felt sorry for their thrifty life at home, and I had to give in to each other a bottle of canned food.
Father has been depressed since her foot injury last July. I asked for medical treatment and recuperating at home. Half a year passed in a flash, and I felt very uncomfortable. In March this year, he went to Shanghai to work without listening to advice. Who knew that he had accomplished nothing in three months, and finally returned home dejectedly. My mother and I both advised him to be more open-minded. It’s a big deal if you don’t go out for a year or two. If you have food at home, you can spend some money tightly. But obviously my father was not willing to live a life of farming at home. He said that he was only in his fifties and his daughter was not married yet and should not be retired at home. In any case, he had to find a way to go out and make money. When my father said this, he seemed to be in his twenties. At that time, he also packed his bags and went to work far away to make money. He set out at the beginning of the year and came back at the end of the year.
I remember that whenever my father was about to travel far, my mother started preparing clothes and food a few days in advance. In those years, my father went to work in Xinjiang, and he went there for a year. My mother put all the clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter in different bags, and prepared more than a dozen pairs of socks, for fear that he would not have any clothes to change, but he knew that no matter how much preparation was, it was not enough. My father at that time had courage and strength. He was not afraid of bringing too much or heavy. He likes his mother's pickled side dishes in glass bottles, and he always brings several bottles when he leaves. He said he couldn't get used to the food there, and when he was missing home, he would pick up some side dishes made by his mother on the rice.
The night before my father took the train, our whole family would have a relatively sumptuous supper together. If there is meat, it will cook meat. If there is no meat, my mother will catch fish from the river. When I was young, I was ignorant and danced with my hands and feet when I was eating. From time to time, my mother would ask me to eat less and squeeze the fish into my father's bowl.I tantrum said that my mother was partial, so my father would smile and slam the bowl into my bowl, then touch my head, feeling that I would not see me for another year after leaving. I don’t know how tall I would grow when I come back...
Now that time has passed, my parents are no longer the young couple of the past. I was not reluctant to leave or affectionate that night before leaving, but my tears fell down the corners of my eyes and dripped onto my white rice. In the past few years of working outside, I have experienced the storm of society and the hardships and loneliness of being alone. Only after experiencing this experience did my father understand how much he spent on the long train for several days and nights to the distance and paid for this family. It’s so difficult for my mother to take care of me alone and do heavy farm work at home!
Now my father is going to travel far again. Tonight, how many fathers and mothers in the world are going to travel far? It’s just because of the immortal hope in my heart and the dream that has protected me for many years. Bless them! (Yuan Qiuqian)
