Author: Zhu Ziqing · Anchor: Jimmy
At this time, I saw his back, and my tears shed quickly.
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Recitation: Li Yapeng Source: Long reader
I haven’t seen my father for more than two years, I can’t forget him Back view.
That winter, my grandmother died and my father's messenger was handed over. It was a day when misfortunes never came singly. I traveled from Beijing to Xuzhou, planning to go home with my father for the funeral.
When I went to Xuzhou, I saw my father, saw the mess in the courtyard, and thought of my grandmother. I couldn't help but shed tears.
Father said, "It's already like this, don't be sad, fortunately, the road is endless!"
went home and sold the peculiarities, and his father paid the deficit; he borrowed money to do the funeral. These days, the family situation is very bleak, half for the funeral, half for the father's leisure.
When the funeral is over, my father wants to go to Nanjing to seek work, and I also want to go back to Beijing to study, so we go together.
When I arrived in Nanjing, a friend asked me to go for a stroll and stayed there for a day; the next morning I had to cross the river to Pukou and get on the train north in the afternoon.
Because my father was busy with things, he had already decided not to send me off, and asked a well-known tea room in the hotel to accompany me.
He repeatedly ordered the tea room, very carefully. But he was finally worried, fearing that the tea room might not be appropriate; he hesitated for a while.
Actually, I was twenty years old that year. I have been in Beijing two or three times, so it doesn’t matter.
He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to send me by himself. I tried to persuade him not to go; he only said, "It doesn't matter, they are not going well!"
We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought the ticket and he was busy taking care of the luggage. There are too many luggages, and you have to tip the porter to get there. He was busy bargaining with them again.
I was really too smart at the time. I always felt that he was not very beautiful and had to interrupt himself, but he finally agreed on the price and sent me to the car.
He chose a chair by the car door for me; I laid out the seat in the purple fur coat he made for me. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch the cold. He also asked the tea house to take good care of me.
I secretly laughed at his folly; they only recognize the money, and trust them only for nothing! Besides, can a person of my age still not be able to take care of himself?
Alas, I think about it now, it was so smart then!
I said, "Dad, let's go."
He looked out of the car and said, ", I will buy some oranges. You are here, don’t move."
I see that There are a few sellers waiting for customers outside the fence of the side platform.
When you get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up.
Father is a fat man, so it will take a lot of trouble to walk over. He refused to go where I was going, so he had to let him go.
I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin coat, and a dark green cloth cotton robe, staggering to the side of the railway, and leaning slowly down. It was not too difficult.
But he crosses the railway, and it is not easy to climb the platform over there.
He climbed on it with both hands, and then retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort.
At this time I saw his back, and my tears shed quickly. I quickly wiped away my tears. I'm afraid that he will see it, and I'm afraid that others will see it.
When I looked out again, he had already carried the vermilion orange and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked up the oranges and walked away.
When I got here, I hurried to help him.He and I walked into the car and put the oranges on my fur coat.
So I fluttered on the mud on my clothes, feeling very relaxed in my heart.
After a while, he said, "I'm leaving, and write over there!" I watched him go out.
He walked a few steps, turned his head and saw me, and said, "Go in, there is no one inside."
Waiting for his back to mix in with the people coming and going, and can't find anymore, I came in and sat down. My tears came again.
In recent years, my father and I have been rushing around, and the situation at home has not been as good as the day. He went out to earn a living as a teenager, supported by himself, and did many great things.
How do you know that the old world is so depressed!
He was touched and sad, and naturally he couldn't help himself. Feeling depressed in the middle, naturally will be out of the outside; family trivialities often provoke his anger. He treats me differently.
But in the last two years, he has finally forgotten my badness. He just misses me and my son.
After I came north, he wrote a letter to me, in which he said: "I am in good health, but my arm is in severe pain. Lifting a chopstick and a pen is a lot of inconvenience. It will not be far away before the end."
When I read this, in the glittering tears, I saw the back of the fat man in the blue cotton robe and black mantle.
Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!
Author: Zhu Ziqing, a modern Chinese essayist, poet, scholar, and democracy fighter.
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