My son is already in his third year of high school, 183 tall, weighs more than 170 kilograms, with wide shoulders and thick chest. He suddenly stood in front of me, like a hill, but I still called him "dandan" like he was when he was a child.
On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival , I called him, Dandan, tomorrow Mid-Autumn Festival, what do you want to eat, elbow? Let your uncle leave one for us.
He said, let’s talk about it tomorrow, I won’t come back to sleep tonight, I will sleep at Hu Ke ’s house. His grandmother passed away, didn’t his parents divorce? He didn't come back this time. His father returned to Shanghai after the funeral, and he was the only one left at home, so I want to accompany him.
I know this Hu Ke. My junior high school and my son are in the same class as my chubby and honest look. There is a photo of him in my safe, which shows his position in the heart of my son.
I couldn't help but sigh and said, "Tomorrow, Mid-Autumn Festival, please come to our house for a meal. If you ask him what he wants to eat, I bought it for one." While saying that, I blamed Hu Ke’s father in my heart. It was Mid-Autumn , so I couldn’t accompany my children to celebrate the festival before leaving? Thinking about it, I think it’s not easy for his father, who doesn’t want to accompany his relatives? Who doesn’t want to stay at home?
The next night, my son came back and chattered about what they ordered and what they ate together. He said that the money was paid by Hu Kefu, but he didn't snatch it with him. After saying that, he pulled me and said that the moon was 15 and 16, let's go out for a walk. Moon girl, eight feet tall, riding a white horse...
I said, Dandan, do you remember when I was a child, one summer, I was enjoying the cool air in the bungalow at night. We spread reed mats and wore red bellybands for you. The stars in the sky were very bright, and we couldn't sleep. You said, Mom, if you go to grandma's house again, I will drag these stars to build a bridge for you and cross the river for you. You made me and your dad, grandparents almost laugh to death!
My son said, how old was that time? I definitely can't remember it, how can I remember it? Have I really said that?
Yes, you are the best at creating words on your own. When I was three years old, I quarreled with your dad. You took a stick and a straw as a gun and asked for a gun. You asked your dad to hold a stick. I lay down and sleeped, my hair spread out. You asked me if my hair was blown. You have a talent for language.
vaguely remembers it, not very clear. The son was embarrassed to scratch his head, then raised his foot and kicked a stone far away. There was a smile on his face, and I could see his inner happiness.
The moon is getting brighter and brighter in the dark night, quietly following behind us, listening to our past events. For them, it is actually yesterday's events. Ten years on earth, one day in heaven.
and Hu Ke will be with him in the future. If you can stop letting him spend money, you won’t let him spend it. I said.
But I don’t have much money, I can’t take advantage of that brat. I eat more than me every time, haha. He smiled.
He has lost his grandmother, and his situation is even more difficult now, right?
Yes, my son stopped laughing, lowered his head, his voice muffled. He said, you can't imagine how small the house he lives in is, and you can only put a bed and a table, take a shower at night, and go to your neighbor's house to wash it. Last night, we were crammed on the same bed, feeling uncomfortable.
There are two clouds in the sky, not far from the moon, both of which look particularly transparent and bright, like silver wings. They slowly move together, and eventually merge and embrace each other, becoming a whole, large cloud block.
Mom, I know what you mean, but what he needs more is dignity, which is beyond pity, and it is better to be a bit rough and solid warmth. He said. His words made my heart tremble. He grew up, and his delicacy moved me.
. Did you give it to him all the boxes of egg yolk crispy at home? I asked.
Yes, he likes to eat everything with egg yolks, he loves it very much.
In the grass next to the road, there were autumn insects yelling. When they heard the screams, they seemed to poke their heads out, with a sharp mouth. They are also watching the moon, and they chant in their singing while singing. They don’t know whether to rhyme or not, or whether tone or not. In the repeated praises of chirping, their self is like a clear puzzle.
(The author is a member of Anhui Writers Association)
