In the past few years, I can talk about my father freely in front of my mother, and my mother will also talk about things related to my father with endless nostalgia. I was chatting with my mother a few days ago and told my father's story again.

Talking to Mother about Father's Story

◎Fu Guixiang

This is the twelfth year since his father passed away. In the past few years, I can talk about my father freely in front of my mother, and my mother will also talk about things related to my father with endless nostalgia. I was chatting with my mother a few days ago and told my father's story again.

(1) Sparrows

The winter night in the countryside was very long. We had dinner early and the family of four sat on the hot kang. In my memory, my mother was always busy, either knitting sweaters, sewing clothes, or knitting. As for my father, if there was nothing going on at school, he would play poker, chess, and sometimes a "nose punch" game with my brother and me. On nights when the weather was nice, my father would take my brother and me to the yard to "pick out sparrows."

Taking the flashlight, the three of them shone it carefully along the eaves. Under the strong beam of light of the flashlight, the sparrows would remain motionless. Once the target is found, my father will hand the flashlight to me or my brother, and we will be responsible for lighting. My father will step forward gently and quickly cover the sparrow with his hands. My brother and I will cheer loudly, and my father will whisper: "Shh!" Don't wake them up." My brother and I held our breath and followed our father quietly to the next target. If you are lucky, you can catch three or two in one night. Of course, more often than not, you will come back empty-handed.

If catching sparrows is an interesting thing, then eating sparrows is a happy thing. My father would paste the sparrows he caught and put them in the stove to burn. If he couldn't use a high fire, he would use wheat straw and roast them slowly over a low fire. My brother and I gathered around my father, watching my father holding a sparrow clip made of thick wire in one hand, and adding small handfuls of firewood to the fire in his other hand. The dense firelight reflected my father's red face... My brother always Impatient, all the time Asked, "Are you ready? Are you ready?" His father always said calmly; "Don't worry, it's almost over." Under his brother's urging questions and his father's answers, the little sparrow started to bake. Well, it’s time to enjoy the delicious food. My father would carefully peel off the mud and pick out the sparrow meat for my brother and I to eat. Each person had a sparrow leg and a little breast meat. My father picked it very carefully, and my brother and I waited patiently...sometimes we caught three or five. However, my father would also ask my mother to add some condiments and steam them in a pot for us to eat. Looking back now, I feel that there is still a lingering fragrance between my lips and teeth.

I asked my mother: "Life was difficult when I was a child, so eating a sparrow feels delicious, right?" My mother smiled and said, "Our family has not been that difficult yet. Your father is not spoiled by children, so he coaxes you two to play." "Yes, this happened before I went to elementary school, about six or seven years old. After I went to elementary school, the only memory I have is of studying with a kerosene lamp. It seems that I have never picked out a sparrow with my father again.

(2) My father beat me

My mother said: "Your father loves his children and has never beaten you." I said: "That was you who beat us." My mother said: "You two have been obedient since you were young, so you don't need me and your father. Hit me." I laughed and said, "Dad, hit me." My mother asked in surprise: "Really? Why?"

It was around the first grade of elementary school that my grandfather brought back more than ten copies of the "Red Soldier" magazine to my younger brother and me from Harbin. My younger brother was illiterate, and every night my father They would ask me to read a few pages to him and ask him to memorize them after listening. One night, after finishing my homework, I lay down on the kang and read "Little Red Soldiers" to my younger brother. "Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao," I read aloud, "Reread it," my father said. "Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao," I read it again. "Reread!" At this time, my father's voice was a little harsh. "Chairman Mao, Mao——" "Pa!" Before I could finish my voice, my father's slap fell on my back, "Reread!" I was stunned, and looked carefully, ah, why is it "Chairman Mao" Ah the Communist Party"? I had to read it again: "Chairman Mao, the Communist Party." I can't remember what else is below, I only remember that slap.

The mother smiled and said: "You should definitely be spanked. You were always careless when you were a child. Every time you take an exam, I have to ask you to check carefully. You will miss something nine times out of ten. I think I spanked you too lightly.""I said: "Maybe, but I am very careful now. A slap is enough. I often tell this story to my students. "My mother said: "No wonder you remember it so clearly. It turns out that you review it often. "

(3) Father's Whistle

Mother said: "Your father whistles very well. "Really, my father's whistle is really good. As long as I hear the crisp whistle after school every day, my brother and I will run to the alley to welcome our father home, and my father will hold me by the hand. Holding his younger brother with one hand, he played a song, Master The three of them walked into the house, and then my father would whistle to go out to carry water, whistle to clean the yard, whistle to help my mother feed the pigs and chickens... I once asked my father to teach me, but my father would deliberately say with a straight face: " No girl whistles. "My father didn't teach me, so I practiced secretly sometimes, and I haven't learned it yet. That day in the office, I somehow remembered whistling, so I tried to whistle, and then I said to Xiao Xu at the table: "Her family is happy. Hearing this sound makes me want to urinate. "I was happy. It turned out that I still hadn't mastered the basic skills of whistling. My mother said, "That's okay. From now on, you don't need to practice peeing your grandson when you coax him. "Ha, my mother is thinking far ahead. I haven't thought of this move yet. It seems that many arts are not overwhelming, that's true.

Seeing things and thinking about people - Father's notebook

◎Fu Guixiang

When his father passed away, Many things were cremated, and I only left a few things worth remembering about my life with my father. Closely related things, this notebook is one of them.

This is a hardcover notebook, thick, sky blue, and placed in an equally exquisite hard box, tied with a pink ribbon.

As time goes by, the original sky blue cover of the notebook has become white. , the pink bow has also faded from its original bright color, and the small box containing the book has cracked at the four ends over time...

Open the cover, the long fragrance of ink, the faint handwriting, I feel my father's legacy again Memories for us.

Here is the party application form written by my father in order to strive for progress. 7 drafts, including free verse written by my father to participate in a poetry competition, an initiative written by my father as a youth commando leader to mobilize all young people to harvest crops for the production team at night, and some father's dissatisfaction with the train on the train home from Anda . Comments on the guestbook regarding service level...

When my father passed away, my mother insisted on burning it, but I insisted on keeping it. I know it was a birthday gift from my mother to my father. Looking through it again today, I saw the positive spirit of my father when he was young. With an upward heart, I felt my father's strong vitality and high revolutionary enthusiasm at that time. I once asked my mother: "Why is there no letter from my father to you in this?" "My mother smiled and said, "We had fun at that time. "I also laughed. This gift given to my father by my not-so-romantic mother was also very fashionable at the time. Maybe there was a silent encouragement to my sweetheart. How could my father not understand? Therefore, my father used her to Remembering your own thoughts and using her to witness your progress, isn't this also a commitment to your beloved?

My father used tape to cover the cracks in this book, but now I find that the original tape is gone and replaced. There are dense needles The feet may have been sewn by my mother later. I don’t know when, but it must have been after my father passed away. I can’t understand my mother’s mood when she looked through this book in the days after my father passed away, but I can guess what my mother felt. The dull pain.

I decided not to keep this book, but let my mother keep it, so that this beautiful memory will always accompany my mother in her old age.

[About the author]

Fu Guixiang, a senior middle school teacher, teaches at Laizhou No. 1 Middle School. He has been awarded the honorary titles of Laizhou City Outstanding Educator, Advanced Individual in High School Teaching, and Three Love Models, etc. Team leader, subject leader of Laizhou No. 1 Middle School.

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