Mother pushed open the yard door. It was the late winter season, and the fine frost flowers and waves spread out of the village. Retracting his gaze from the distance and staring at his feet, his mother let out three times before leaning against the door, and fell to the ground along the cold door frame. In front of me, there was a floor of smoke. The gray-black ash seemed to remain the warmth of last night in the cold season.
Obviously, my mother was frightened by the ashes in front of her. Even in my twilight years, when talking about the ashes on the ground, my mother's dense wrinkles still flashed with inadvertent panic.
Mother said, that dead ghost is back! What are you doing when you come back? It’s better to die outside!
The dead ghost in my mother's mouth is not a ghost, but a person, a person named Sun Yihuan. Sun Yidian is my father. The matter of
has to be discussed from the past days.
One day ago, a beggar came to the village. The beggar is not tall, his hair is tying, and the gray marks on his face seem to be painted with ink. He is not good at beggar business. When I arrived at the third house, my leg was bitten by a vicious dog that suddenly came out of the firewood pile. Blood flowed from the torn trousers to the ground, and to my mother's mother, my grandma. Grandma is a famous charity man with a radius of ten miles. She hurriedly squatted down and carried the beggar into the house.
The beggar is an orphan. Grandma is secretly happy. Since grandpa left, the room has been lacking in the aura of a man. Grandma looked at the boy who was cleaned up by herself and was not my father at the time and said, "Be good, are you willing to stay in this home?" My father's eyes dimmed, and my grandma's eyes dimmed. When I was almost disappointed, my father blushed and answered two words: Yes.
Grandma gave her father a new name, Sun Yidian. Until her death, she felt that this man was exchanged for his grandfather by God.
After grandma left, the mother followed her will and married her father.
Sadly, they did not live happily and completely let down their grandma's original intentions.
This misfortune also starts with my father's plan to change his name.
After eating lunch that day, my father wiped his mouth and said, "My surname is not Sun, my surname is Qian." It’s not called Sun Yichang, it’s called Qian Yiduo.
more than one yuan? My mother suddenly jumped up, she decisively dropped the bowls and chopsticks in her hand, stared at her big eyes and said, "What's the price more?" The mother pinched her waist with her hands and shook her body with her fat and questioned.
My father had no money, and all the money he earned went into his mother's pocket. This topic is obviously not related to having money or not, but it was my mother who changed the concept. She felt that before her grandmother's body was cold, her father turned against him, which was hard tolerate. The two of them started a war without gunpowder. Often, the father hugged his head, squatted to the ground, or even shrugged and sobbed.
The mother's weapon is not how much strength she has, but that she is good at leveraging her grandmother and easily knocking her down with simple words like "the ungrateful wolf".
My father gradually became obsessed with smoking.
My father has no money, or he has no right to dominate the economy. He grows tobacco leaves and smokes the local tobacco he produces himself. My father smokes without a cigarette pole, but with a newspaper cigarette. The problem arose again. That year, newspapers were scarce resources, only schools and brigade departments had them. Needless to say, the brigade headquarters is all the cadres who walk inside, and they have no father's share at all. My father often walked around in school and lied that he was looking for newspapers to study. This is a good reason. The principal has always liked people who love to learn. Every time his father came out of the school gate, he had a stack of used newspapers under his armpit.
newspapers increase the amount of smoke ash. Every time my father smokes, he will throw away the ashes on the floor. Therefore, the ashes on the ground exposed the whereabouts of my father.
It was based on this clue that the man named Dead Ghost had been back.
When my father ran away from home, I was just eleven years old.
The night before, my mother and father had a big fight. My mother's index finger first pointed her father's forehead that almost hit her crotch, then quickly turned to the direction outside the door, and said angrily, "Get out!"
In those years, similar situations often occurred. Every time my mother said "get out", my father did not get out, and he was still busy in the fields.
The next day, my father did not show up.Until the third day, my mother finally realized the seriousness of the problem. In the next ten years, the mother, covered in frosty hair, often slipped out of her trembling lips: Where did she go?
When the soot was found in the ground, my mother was in advanced stage of liver cancer.
Before leaving, my mother grabbed my hand and told me intermittently that she would find the dead ghost and say sorry for me.
I raised my head, and two lines of tears flowed down my neck and into my chest. (Author Wei Ruhui)
