Because my grandparents died early and my grandmother had a bad temper, my naughty father was often beaten and scolded by my grandmother, so my father's childhood tasted the bitterness of the world.

Text: Qiu Feng Wuhen Picture: From the Internet

Father was born on September 25, 1929 (lunar calendar). When he was two or three years old, his grandparents passed away.

Father and uncle were raised by their great-grandmother. Because my grandparents died early and my grandmother had a bad temper, my naughty father was often beaten and scolded by my grandmother, so my father's childhood tasted the bitterness of the world.

Compared to his father, his uncle is much luckier. He is well-behaved and willing to study. Later, he went to a private school and became a cultural person. Later, he served as the branch secretary of the village.

Father is unfortunate, but also lucky. My father has a flexible mind and a cheerful and optimistic personality. When I was a child, I grazed cattle and went to the river to fish, and could do all kinds of farm work.

My father also learned to sing opera. This is what I admire most about my father. My father is illiterate, so how do I remember those long lines? And then perfectly interpret it? My father also learned martial arts from his master and obtained a skill for treating bruises and injuries. My father also opened a martial arts school and accepted disciples. He was also a famous bruises doctor in our town, which is the traditional barefoot doctor .

In that era of chaos and everyone's life was in a difficult situation, my father took on the burden of the family. He not only had to bear the school expenses of his uncle but also took care of his elderly grandmother, and his family was living a relatively prosperous life.

After marriage, the father obeyed his mother's advice, and in the eyes of others, he seemed a little cowardly. But he disagreed with his father's mockery from his neighbors.

The year I was born, my father was exactly 49 years old. He became the father of a newborn at the age of being a grandfather. As the youngest child in the family, I am also the only male (the above three sisters, a brother died before), I should be loved by my father, but my father is free-range to me.

I remember when I was very young, my father seemed to have never cared about me. I had never been beaten and scolded by my father, never once, even if I had harsh words. When I was in elementary school, I had excellent grades in school, and the certificates were covered with a whole wall, but I seemed to turn a blind eye to these fathers and just smiled.

Whenever my classmates' fathers always praise me for my good studies and have a promising future when they grow up, my father always smiles kindly and never responds positively. He just smokes his dry tobacco with satisfaction. Thinking about it now, my father was not unhappy, but kept it all in his heart.

And the mother's love is exactly the opposite. She fully reflects her love for me. My mother is a strong person, so my father has always accommodated her, so some men in the village say that my father is a cowardly man.

At that time, when other children had no shoes to wear and were still picking up rags from their brothers and sisters, I had dressed my shoes and socks neatly since I was a child, and the clothes were brand new.

This made me very upset. After school, the other friends threw down their schoolbags and went to the stream to fish. I could only squat in a distance and watch, and I couldn't get my shoes and clothes dirty. Because my mother did not allow me to go into the water, I was so envious of my friends at that time.

Sometimes when my friends catch a lot of fish, they will divide me into a few and wear a small willow branch and carry it home. If I get my clothes dirty, I will be scolded by my mother, and a beating is indispensable. My mother also scolded my friends, calling them not to take me to the water. Thinking about it, I am really sorry for my friends.

Whenever I get a certificate, my mother will definitely visit her. If the neighbors don’t know, my mother will show off intentionally or unintentionally. She will always go home with a smile on her face amid the praises of her neighbors.

When my mother visited relatives, it was the happiest time for my father and I. My father would definitely ask me to pick up eggs in the chicken coop and make fried rice for me to eat, because my mother did not allow it when she was at home. Eggs should be kept for the market to sell for money, and only when I got the prize, would I stir-fry an egg for me.

My father would also give me pocket money and ask me to buy his beloved wine and the candies I like.In normal times, the mother does not allow her father to drink. One is to worry about her father's health, and the other is to feel sorry for spending money.

When it's hot, my father would ask me to take off my shoes and socks, take me to the stream to catch fish, and take a bath in the river. Only then did I truly release my nature and play freely. Even if I was muddy all over. At that time, I felt that besides studying, catching fish and swimming was so interesting. Sometimes I really hope my mother visits more relatives!

After graduating from elementary school, I was admitted to the village center with excellent grades. At that time, the village center only admitted the top two or three students from each village. It was already quite good to be admitted. I had to live in school when I was in junior high school. My mother couldn't bear to leave me. When I left home, she always gave me instructions.

I am very happy, one is that I can go to the school I like, and the other is that I can break away from my mother's control. As for my father, he just kept silent and tied my luggage to the back rack of the bicycle, urging his mother to hurry up.

When I arrived at the dormitory, my father quickly took a lower bunk for me (because the upper bunk was not safe, I was afraid that I would fall off when I went to bed), and helped me take care of everything and rode my bike back. At that time, my father was over 60 years old and his temples were dyed with white hair. The moment I watched my father turn around, my tears flowed down unsatisfiedly.

It was my first time to leave my parents at that time, so I was sure of reluctance. In addition, I felt very uncomfortable when I saw my father's gray hair. Although my father said nothing, I knew he felt uncomfortable.

Just like that, I started my own junior high school life. It is 3 kilometers from the village to my house. Every Sunday afternoon, I bring vegetables from home to school, and then on Wednesday afternoon, I ride my bike home to get vegetables until Friday.

Usually, I will see my father on Tuesday afternoon, and his father will bring me warm meals. At that time, there was no insulation lunch box or something. I think it was because my father was on the way and he kept the food in his arms.

Once, my father who was supposed to deliver the food on Tuesday was gone. When I went back to get the food on Wednesday, I didn’t see my father either. After I asked repeatedly, my mother complained and told the truth: Your father was too cowardly. An adult went to deliver some food. It rained so much that he actually fell on the way and was hospitalized with a broken hand.

I rushed to the hospital like crazy and saw my father lying on the bed with a bandage on his left hand. I threw myself on my father and cried bitterly. While stroking my head with my right hand, my father comforted me, and kept blaming myself for being useless.

My heart was broken. My old father, who was in his sixties, was enjoying his old age, and my old father was still working hard for me. At that moment, I secretly swear that when I make a fortune in the future, I must let my father live a happy life.

The year of junior high school was the year when I started cheating. Not only did I ranked among the top scorers, I won awards in various competitions, but I also published articles in three provincial newspapers. At that time, I became a storied figure in the school.

The news reached the village. My mother visited her almost every day, while my father was as calm as ever. The difference is that as long as my father had the chance to start chatting with me, he never talked to me about learning, but only talked to me about his life experience and some stories of water overflowing.

I realized my father’s intention and suddenly realized from my pride during that period. I was too arrogant and needed to settle myself well. So much so now, I still thank my father for his teachings back then, and I am grateful.

Nowadays, my cheerful, calm, low-key and humble way of dealing with things is deeply related to my father's preaching back then. My father didn’t scold me back then, and didn’t even say a harsh word, but gave me positive energy guidance. How wise my father is!

The third year of junior high school came soon, and I became the target of the teachers' focus on training and the seedlings of county No. 1 Middle School. At this time, my father still didn't ask about my studies, but just transferred me from the dormitory to a teacher's dormitory through relationships.

I admire my father's decision at that time, because the school stipulated that teachers and students could not live together unless they were kinship. I lived in the teacher's room, which avoided the noise in the dormitory and provided a quiet environment for my study.

The third year of junior high school is particularly stressful and the spirit is very nervous. My mother clearly stated that if I didn’t get into the first-year high school entrance examination, I wouldn’t be in high school and would go out to work. After all, I was the pride of heaven in everyone's eyes, the pride of my mother, the hope of teachers, and the pressure I was unprecedentedly great.

My father saw it and was anxious in his heart. He kept persuading me, telling me some of the life philosophy he knew, and told me that if he was not in the first grade, he would not care. He only cares about my body and my life, and everything else was not important. I felt that at that time, my father was the light in front of me and the light on the road, illuminating the direction of my nervous study.

However, things did not go in the expected direction. The night before the high school entrance examination, I couldn't sleep, and I kept thinking about my mother's words over and over again, and kept my eyes open until dawn. It can be predicted that my high school entrance examination the next day will definitely be very bad.

The black July is coming. I didn’t get into the No. 1 Middle School, only the No. 2 Middle School (No. 2 Middle School was also dreamt of many students at that time). My mother’s expectations and teachers’ hopes were torn to pieces by me at that moment.

I locked myself in the room and stayed stupidly every day. Every day my father would come in and want to talk to me, but I flatly refused. But my mother carried her strength to the end. Every day, she didn't care whether I could eat or not.

Think about it, I failed her expectations and made her unable to raise her head in front of her neighbors. Not only that, my mother quickly contacted my brother-in-law who was a contractor on a construction site in Fujian and arranged a job for me.

On the day I got the notice, my classmates all went there. My mother didn't allow me to go there. Anyway, I didn't read it anymore, so it was useless to get the notice. There was no need to spend money in vain (I remember I had to get the notice at that time, 80 yuan), and I had no shame to resist.

A few days later, I still didn't give up and borrowed 80 yuan from my cousin to go to school to find the head teacher. When he saw me, he hugged me and started crying. He said, "Child, why are you here now? I have been waiting for you for several days! It doesn't matter if you lose one time. This is not the end of your life. You are the material for studying. You can also go to a good university in No. 2 Middle School ! You must be strong, the teacher will take good care of you!"

I looked at this man in his forties in front of me and cried like a child. I also burst into tears.

"Teacher Liu, I may not go to school anymore and I am going out to work!" I hugged the teacher and cried. In the end, I didn’t know how I left the teacher. I just remember that the teacher held my hand tightly at that time, for a long time...

After I got home, I carefully told my mother that I had received the notice and that I wanted to go to school. My mother still told me with a stern face that she said that my brother-in-law would come back to pick me up to Fujian in a few days. My mother was indifferent throughout the whole process. My father broke out at that moment. He shouted for her to respect my opinion. This was the first time I saw my father get angry with her.

Finally, my parents had a super fierce quarrel in front of me. I walked back to the room silently, and I knew that my career in the sea of ​​learning was over. My father couldn't resist my mother's strength. Even if I barely went to school, I couldn't go to school for long. At that moment, I thought of death for the first time.

In the afternoon, my parents went to do farm work. I left a suicide note on the table and went to Yangtze River alone. Looking at the surging flowing water, I was about to leap, but I suddenly remembered my white-haired old father, held his legs and sat alone by the river in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took, but I seemed to hear my father’s hurrying shouts.I turned my head and saw that it was my father! Obviously my father has discovered me, and I don’t know how he found me. Did the father and son have a good understanding?

He staggered over and hugged me in his arms. At that moment, he seemed to have his beloved baby, not as if, but just.

"Son! Why are you so confused? What happened to you, how can you let me, the old father?" He cried and hugged me tightly.

I didn't say anything, but in my father's arms, I vented my grief and anger and grievances through my tears. I admit that I am a coward and don’t even have the courage to face life. But I really can't bear to part with my father. I don't want him to suffer the pain of losing his son when he is old.

After that day, my father didn't do farm work for many consecutive days. He took me around the surrounding towns, which were fun and delicious. He satisfied me in different ways. Those days were also the longest days I had been alone with my father.

Although my mother was reluctant to spend money, my father only insisted on his own approach and took me to enjoy the wonderful time between father and son. My mood gradually became brighter, I no longer became persistent, and my heart knot was gradually opened.

Brother-in-law came back to pick me up soon. My father took me into the car, just like I was sent to school back then. But my father is old. I am 16 years old and my father is already 65 years old. He has white hair and the wrinkles on his forehead are like a stick. A pair of calloused hands were holding my luggage and holding my hand.

The bus left like a dead leaf, and my thin and thin father gradually became smaller and smaller in my look back......

I went home for the New Year on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month. It was snowing heavily that day, because there were no roads in every village at that time, and the car could only park 3 miles away.

As soon as I got off the car, I found a familiar figure, father, it’s father! My father was wearing a felt hat and a coat, and his body was covered in snow. I don’t know how long I had been standing in the snow. After seeing me, my father hurried over and took my luggage.

"Son, are you tired? Are you cold?" My father took off his coat and put it on me.

"Dad, I'm not cold, have you been waiting for a long time?" I held my father's bloodshot hand. Because of the countryside, his hands are prone to cracking in winter.

"Yes, I've been waiting for almost four hours. I only know that you're back today, but I don't know what time the car will be?" My father smiled honestly.

I felt sorry for my father, put on his coat, picked up the luggage in his hand again, and walked towards home in the heavy snow.

The next day, I got up late and my father was not at home. I asked my mother, and she said that my father had gone to visit her. It was almost noon that my father came back with a bright look on his face.

He was wearing the cotton jacket I bought for him. As soon as he entered the door, he said to me happily: "Son, this cotton jelly cost a lot of money, right? Your Uncle Zhang and Uncle Li are envious, saying that I was wearing really well!" The father said while touching his clothes.

How dare I say how much clothes cost? The elderly themselves saved, and in the countryside at that time, they were still relatively poor. I just smiled and said, "It's not expensive, it's more than 100 yuan!"

My father was happy, "You can't buy expensive ones! I am an old farmer, and I won't feel comfortable wearing expensive ones!"

I feel inexplicably sad because I have only been working for half a year and have not made much money. I can only buy a cotton jacket of more than 200 yuan for my father and mother, and I didn't buy anything else. I thought that if the conditions are better in the future, I must buy the best clothes for my father.

During the years I worked in Fujian, I would send my father all kinds of things every year, such as clothes, shoes, hats and hand warmers. As long as it was something my father could use, I would buy it.

Father is a person who follows the situation. Maybe he loves me too much. As long as I buy things, he says he likes them and becomes more interested in visiting each other. Like his previous mother (my mother rarely visits after failing the exam). Every time he visits, he brings the things I bought for him, and people must know that I bought them.

Once my dad asked me to buy a few rechargeable hand warmers and said that there were a few uncles who wanted it. At that time, hand warmers were relatively new in the countryside, and it was relatively rare in the countryside. I met my father's request without saying a word.

Later, my mother told me that the old man likes to show off and insists on holding a few old men to warm his hands together, so the old men wanted to buy it, so they asked me to buy it.

Now think about it, the happiness my dad wants is actually very simple. He doesn’t need to be very luxurious and wealthy. As long as his son is filial, he will not complain even if he lives a poor life.

2007, my father accidentally fell while working in the field. Because he was old, he couldn't fully recover and could only walk with a crutch. I was unable to go home because of work, so I could only remind my lover at home to take good care of my father.

Because of her mother's strength and her father's injuries, she has an impatient mother dislikes her father in all kinds of ways, thinking that he is useless and only causes trouble for the family. Therefore, she is not very careful in taking care of her father.

My lover is very kind and considerate. He always buys food for his father on his back and keeps me doing what he wants. He always helps me with his obligations.

htmlI went home at the end of 1 and felt that my father was dependent on me very much, just like when I was a child, I relied on him. I bought new clothes for my father, took a shower and changed it, and dressed up my father in a new look. My father was very happy and had enough confidence to talk to his mother. After not seeing me for a while, he would ask me where I was going. I instantly felt that my father was really old and he really needed me.

htmlAround the eighth day of the year, the village next door began to sing a big show. Singing big operas is our folk custom, which means that each village raises money independently and invites the county Huangmei Opera troupe to perform in the countryside.

Because my father had sang operas before, he was a great fan of operas. No matter which village it was, no matter how far it was, as long as I was at home, I would send my father over and pick him up home.

This year, because my father can't walk, but I will not let him down. Although my mother repeatedly objected, she was afraid that her father would fall again. I insisted on taking my father to the show. Over the years, as long as my father wants, I will do my best to satisfy him and not let him leave any regrets.

When I arrived at the stage, there were many people watching the show and there were no seats at all. Despite my father's repeated opposition, I still carried my thin father on my shoulders and let him sit on my shoulders to watch the show, just like when I was a child, my father carried me.

Finally, a kind aunt gave her a seat for her father. I settled my father and bought him a bunch of food he liked for him to eat while watching. At the same time, I also bought a lot of food for the kind aunt and expressed my gratitude for her kindness.

In September of the same year (lunar calendar), my father fell ill. Because my son was born in August, my father was very happy and finally had a grandson at the age of 80. The father persevered until September when he was in poor health.

I know my father's deadline is approaching. In the hospital, I took care of my father in disorganized clothes, carefully fed the medicine, gently wiped my body, and then gently massaged my father's hands and feet. The patients in the same ward were very envious and said that they had never seen such a filial son. But in my mind, I just fulfilled my obligations and did what a son should do, what is there to praise?

9th, on this day, the hospital refused to treat his father again. I know that the time I spent with my father can only be calculated in seconds.

9-25th, the father's birthday is a saying in rural areas, "Men are afraid of life, women are afraid of life", which means that seriously ill elderly people usually die before their birthday.

Sure enough, at twelve o'clock on the evening of the 17th, my elder sister saw that I hadn't closed her eyes much for so many days, so she asked me to go upstairs to rest. Seeing that my father was in good condition, I talked to him for a while and then rested alone.

18 At around three o'clock in the morning, there was a sudden cry downstairs. I was shocked. I knew something was wrong, so I rushed downstairs frantically, and my father had already left peacefully. My eyes turned dark and I fainted...

On the day of my father's funeral, the villagers were tearful and followed the coffin step by step. A huge sadness flowed in front of the village. This was undoubtedly the highest courtesy to an elderly man in a rural area.

Although my father has passed away for fourteen years, his voice, appearance and smile are still very clear in his mind. Occasionally, on a foreign night when he was shattered and his hometown was unable to dream, he felt that his father was sitting beside me, looking at me kindly.

I regret that I didn’t accompany my father to finish his last journey that night. I regret that I was unable to be better filial to him during his lifetime. I regret that I could not accompany him often. I regret...

Although everyone will die, my father left in a hurry compared to the elderly who are still alive in their nineties in the countryside.

Heaven is above, hell is below, and there is a bright sunshine in the middle. How I hope my father will come back to the brilliance and enjoy the sunshine in the world for a few more years.

Dad, if there is still a next life, we will still be father and son!