A wind blew, and it was like a gust of force. The hot earth suddenly became much cooler. The blown leaves hit my face from time to time, accompanied by laughter and shouting, I did not stop flipping through horizontal bar . I like to play, I have liked it since I was a child. The children in the same courtyard are the best positions.
" Xianxian, Xianxian..." My mother was calling me, and I picked up my schoolbag, left my friend, and hurriedly followed my mother home.
" I'm ready to blew the typhoon, and I'm still so playful." My mother spoke in a reproachful tone. It's been several days since I felt her changes. I felt very unhappy in my heart without saying anything.
Not only did my mother change, but my father also became another person, no longer the father I admire and a scholarly demeanor. In the past half a month, he was too lazy to speak, and my mother and I seemed to be redundant. He no longer teases me and no longer tutors me for arithmetic. He also found that his hair suddenly turned white, and sometimes he came back from drinking and poured it on the bed staggeringly. Sometimes he would sit alone on the sofa or be stuffed in the room, smoking cigarettes one by one, as if he was worried.
The smoke smell in the home is very strong. The smoke smell in the living room and the smoke smell in the kitchen are mixed together. When you come in from the outdoors, you will feel a sense of suffocation. As if she was afraid that someone would follow her, my mother turned around and locked the door.
Something must have happened in this family. My parents hid it from me, but they couldn't deceive me. Could it be that my dad got some illness? I thought about it, but I didn't dare to ask, and guessed that I would tell me sooner or later. After all, at a young age, I can't help with anything.
" Xianxian, close the window of your room, it's going to rain." Mom shouted at me, as if she was still angry with me, and her soft voice suddenly disappeared? My mother was really angry, why? My mother never gets angry in front of me, she says I am her baby.
I stuck my head out of the window and looked at the sky. Sure enough, it started to rain.
"Your dad hasn't come back yet, let's have a meal before we wait for him." Mom said angrily, and asked her to sit down at the dining table. In my impression, my father rarely eats supper at home, but he still goes home on time for lunch. His office is not far from the apartment building where we live, and it takes ten minutes to hike home.
" Dongdongdongdongdong..." Someone knocked on the door. Who is it? It’s not dad, dad has the key.
"We are from the Public Security Bureau and the order is in charge of searching." The three police officers in police uniforms entered the door, majestic. My mother was stunned, but she wanted to speak but stopped, and she didn't say anything for a long time.
"I don't know what happened. Since you are in business, please search slowly." Maybe my mother had expected this day and tried to pretend to be very calm and said to the police officer.
They started rummaging through boxes and cabinets, not even letting go of my room. They carefully flipped through books one by one, checked the clothes one by one, and knocked on the floor one by one.
Mom hugged me and curled it on the sofa. Her hands were shaking, her breathing was deep and shallow, her eyes closed and opened, and I felt her heartbeat accelerate. I suspected that I was in the maze array, unable to see clearly, and I felt panic.
I don’t know what they are looking for. I don’t dare to open my mouth if my mother doesn’t speak. I only heard the occasional low murmur from those people, and when it comes to my ears, there is a roar and I can’t hear anything. When I heard someone shouting loudly, "Finished." I couldn't help but curiously stretched my neck and looked at the room that made the sound. It was my parents' room, and the bed board had been pried open.
days! So many banknotes filled the bed bundles.
What do parents want to make such money? Is it just to buy a few more beautiful clothes? I eat and drink well. My father drives a public car and goes wherever he wants. I can also show off to my friends. At this time, my mother covered her face and cried bitterly, as if she was about to wipe away the pain and pain for several days with tears. The sad cry made my heart tighten, burst after burst.
"Madam, please come with us." A police officer said.
" Mom...Don't leave, don't leave..." Seeing my mother who was almost crying and was taken away, I howled, and tears couldn't help but flow down, heart-wrenchingly, hugging my mother tightly. My father didn’t go home and my mother was taken away again. What should I do if I left alone? My mother's caress and comfort can't reduce my confusion. The contemptuous gaze that the neighbors cast was even more painful. That night, I felt like an orphan, and this feeling affected my future life.
The next day, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. My mother came back, but my father never went home.
What crime did my mother commit to my father always keep her mouth shut. Many years later she handed me a newspaper she had collected for many years. A message read: "Qin Guoliang, male, 35 years old, formerly the head of the Planning Section of the Urban Construction Bureau... The amount of bribes received is huge... and sentenced to death, and execute it immediately."
