In the afternoon, my father was lying on the sofa, one leg hanging in the air, and his slippers fell to the ground, like a piece of waste stranded on the beach. A small fly turned around from his exposed toes, followed his calves, thighs, waist, chest, and neck, and hit his nostr

In the afternoon, my father was lying on the sofa, one leg hanging in the air, and his slippers fell to the ground, like a piece of waste stranded on the beach. A small fly turned around from his bare toes, followed his calves, thighs, waist , chest, and neck, and hit his nostrils. My father took two deep breaths and sneezed loudly.

At this time, I was standing in front of my father, blocking the sunlight coming from the window, hoping to let him sleep soundly. However, my father opened his eyes and looked at me in shock.

I subconsciously took a step back and made a buzzing sound like a fly. Dad, I want to tell you something.

The father said "oh" three times in three different intonations. Obviously, my move frightened him; or rather, my move surprised him.

Usually, I rarely communicate with my father in this way. Even if I have to communicate, we mostly look at each other with angry eyes. Mother said that our father and son were enemies in our previous lives. My father's hot temper was famous in the village.

My father sat up straight and patted the empty seat on the sofa with one hand. The smell of smoke and strange smell instantly rose up. He said, come and sit. Seeing that I didn't move, he waved with his other hand, "Come, come here."

I walked over slowly and sat down gently with half of my buttocks, my hands were sweating between the clamped legs.

My father turned his head and said nothing, staring at me, waiting for me to do something. I guess my father was thinking in his heart, what kind of thing could make his equally stubborn son surrender?

Dad, I mean, I don’t want to go to school. I lowered my head and saw my father's feet, which seemed to have never been washed in his life, getting into the slippers. Due to years of hard work, my father’s ankles are thick and the layers of calluses are as hard as iron.

The father asked, why? The breath coming out of his mouth was rough and choking.

can't keep up. I answered.

I was waiting for his anger to explode like gunpowder , or for the plastic slipper to return to his feet, suddenly jump into his hand, and launch a violent attack on my head. However, these almost unsuspicious conjectures did not appear. Father stood up and walked into the sunshine in the yard. The sunshine is extremely good, the wheat in the fields is turning yellow, and the smell of ripe crops is lingering in the air.

He began to sharpen the sickle, and the sound of the blade rubbing against the stone passed through the courtyard wall, frightening the chirping house sparrows in the tree to fly away. I don’t know if he is preparing for the upcoming noon harvest, or if he is deliberately amplifying his dissatisfaction and resentment into a very good atmosphere in this unique way.

That night, my father, who was riding a bicycle, fell from a river bridge without water and broke a leg. The twisted bicycle handlebar hit the ground first, and three of his ribs were pierced into his lungs.

My father's body was covered with tubes, and his oxygen bottle was bubbling. My mother never made a sound, she just took the water out of her body one by one and consumed it into time and space.

My father saved his life, but the heavy physical work often made him breathless.

The mother said, son, you have to be worthy of your dad. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be where he is today.

I still need to go back and take a look at things.

After dinner that day, my father rode his bicycle to the town in the dark and begged my head teacher, Mr. Huang, to keep me in the classroom no matter what he tried. However, on the way back, an accident happened.

My father was lying on the sofa, his head covered with the frost of time. One leg hung in the air, trembling slightly as the snoring rose and fell.

I stood in the sunlight coming from the window and bowed deeply to him who was sleeping soundly.

I went to college, started working, and lived in a medium-sized city.

My father has become extremely old, and various diseases such as hypertension, diabetes, emphysema have followed one after another. Often, the old man had to rely on a wooden stick to stand up, and then he would take three steps and rest two steps while panting.

I want to take him to live in the city, but no matter what I say, he won't go. His attitude is so determined and his temperament so stubborn, beyond ordinary people's imagination. The dirt is up to my neck and I can't go anywhere! He turned his head and said to the ants crawling on the ground.

I said, if it weren't for me, how could you be like this?

He stared at me and suddenly asked sharply, what if it wasn't because of you? I am old, can you stop me?

I turned around and covered my eyes with my hands, trying to block the surging tears. However, it turns out that my efforts were in vain.

When my mother was dying, she told me that I was not my father’s biological child, but that she brought me from the Chen family when she remarried to the Huang family. That year, I was just a week and a half old. My mother also said, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have married him. His temper was too bad. In fact, I have heard about

. Before, my mother denied it. (Author Wei Ruhui)