When my father died, he entrusted Wanbaoshan with one thing: In 1956, my father recalled with certainty that it was the year when Wanbaoshan was born, he borrowed money from his old colleague Li Yuze. My father said, it seems that your mother went to the hospital to give birth to you. The family didn’t get enough money, so I borrowed five dollars from Li Yuze, who lived in the opposite door at the time. Later, I forgot why... why I just didn't return the money to others. This year is 2009, fifty-three years. Liuwa, no matter what, you have to pay back the money for me.
Wan Baoshan ranks sixth among brothers and sisters, and is known as Liuwa. Liuwa - Wan Baoshan, this 53-year-old man stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at his father who was curled up in the bed and spoke without any confidence, and kept nodding. Seeing him nodded, my father struggled to hold up, pulled out a wrinkled kraft paper envelope from under the pillow and held it on his palm and said, "There is the money you should pay back, of course it can't be five yuan." Five yuan is calculated based on the fixed deposit of 53 years, so let’s calculate based on the fixed deposit of 1956. I remember it is five percent, which is about fifty-eight yuan. During this time, I calculated the interest rate of the five dollars every day, so would it be wrong?
Wan Baoshan took the envelope from his father and found that there was a red imitation Song-style word "Fu'an People's Hospital" under the envelope. He felt that he was moved in his heart: After all, he was a father who had been careful in his calculations all his life. They are so sick that they don’t know when or how to get the envelope that the hospital doesn’t spend money. But his father often speaks in a mess. For example, he likes to say "probably" to "probably" as "probably", and for example, he always calls the sofa "fashion". This made his thinking look different from ordinary people, and also covered up his scheming. After becoming an adult, Wan Baoshan thought that his father actually had scheming, but his lifelong scheming was mostly focused on living his family, and his father always held the financial power of the family. Wan Baoshan folded the light and thin envelope in half and stuffed it into his pocket. He didn't care about the amount of money in the envelope, including principal and interest. It's been fifty-three years. Is it really that important to be more or less? At this time, the father, who was already lying on the pillow, suddenly raised his body and opened his arms to his Liuwa. It is like a kind of begging, like a child who wants to hug him when he acts coquettishly to him. Or that is also a reconfirmation of the entrusted matter: if we two hold us, you really agree to me. Wan Baoshan lacks psychological preparation for his father's attitude. Although he is the youngest child in the family, he and his father have never had such intimate physical contact. My father never spoiled him, it is very likely that he did not allow his father to spoil him. He has never liked his father since he was a child. In his impression, his father had few friends because of his famous stinginess. My father's stinginess often brings some embarrassment to the young Wanbaoshan. Now his father, who is in danger, wants to hug Wan Baoshan in this way similar to a foreigner. He stubbornly opened his arms, his white hair was messy, his eyes were yellow, his face was black, and his limbs were thin, like a big bird in the wind, and he was even more like a specimen of a big bird, Wan Baoshan thought. Immediately afterwards, Wan Baoshan was shocked by the metaphor of the big bird specimen in his heart. The twist just now turned into a kind of unexpected pity - he was twisted just now. He thought that the hug did not belong to the father's style, but who could judge what unexpected actions would be for a life that was about to end? He bent down slightly and hugged his father carefully. My father is in advanced liver cancer and is as light as boneless at this time. He also smelled a scent of his father, like the aged oil in the kitchen.
A few days later, my father passed away.
Wan Baoshan really wants to complete his father's instructions as soon as possible. It was not because of the five dollar debt, but because of the father's posture of his arms spreading hard on the hospital bed. It was the sick bird-like posture that reminded him that he didn't want the moment before his father died always circling in his mind. Only when the money is paid can the image disappear from his mind. My father specifically asked him to pay back the money "by themselves", and he understood that this was the meaning of returning it in person. Then, he must go to Beijing in person. He asked his father's old colleague in the factory for the specific address of Li Yuze in Beijing, and many people in the factory knew about it. They wrote him the address and told him that Li Yuze lived with his son after retirement, and the address was from his son's house.
The father died in the spring, but Wanbaoshan executed his father's will until autumn.After becoming an adult in Wanbaoshan, he worked as a plumber in a secondary health school. He lived with his parents as soon as he got married. His small family's income and expenditure were roughly balanced, and occasionally had a slight surplus. But Wanbaoshan also has to calculate the cost of going out. If the cost of paying the money exceeds the amount of money he has to pay, then he will never act rashly. It was autumn. Taking advantage of the atmosphere of the 60th anniversary of the New China, the school organized teachers and employees to visit Beijing in batches after the National Day, which gave Wan Baoshan the opportunity to pay back the money to Li Yuze in person. The school organizes a visit to the school for money, which can also be regarded as a public-paid tour - a public-paid one-day tour in Beijing.
Before leaving, Wan Baoshan thought of the creditor Li Yuze seriously. In fact, he didn't remember Li Yuze. Wan Baoshan heard about Li Yuze's family from his elder brother. Once upon a time, Li Yuze and Wan's family lived opposite the door, and both of them lived in the textile factory dormitory. Wanbaoshan's father was in the factory and wrote a factory newspaper, and Li Yuze was a technician in the factory. In the impression of the elder brother, Li Yuze's family always eats better than their family. Li Yuze's son Li Kexin and Wan Baoshan's elder brother are elementary school classmates. He told Wan Baoshan's elder brother that Xia Tian's father buys him a corner of watermelon every day. Wanbaoshan’s father would only call on Wanbaoshan’s brothers to save toothpaste and sell it for money. The money sold must be paid to my father. The father will return three cents each time, and it is stipulated that he will eat one small bean popsicle per month. Later, Li Yuze was transferred to Beijing. That year, Wanbaoshan was less than three years old.
However, Wan Baoshan seems to have known about his father's loan and not repaying his money since he can remember. During the summer vacation of the first grade of elementary school, he and a few children surrounded the grandmother who was pushing a popsicle cart at the door of the dormitory building to buy popsicle. They all knew that this grandmother who sells popsicles can be on credit. She is a family member of a factory worker. When they know these children, they can eat popsicles first and then go home to get the money. Wan Baoshan also wanted to eat popsicles first and then give money. A older child next to him immediately pointed at him and said, "Their adults borrowed money and would not repay it!" Wan Baoshan's hand, which had already reached out, quickly shrank back as if he was scorching by the shout. At that time, he was not able to describe himself as "shamed", but he knew clearly that borrowing money would make a person unable to raise his head. A little bigger, he realized the value of five dollars in 1956 and became more aware of the seriousness of the problem. In 1956, in a city 300 kilometers away from Beijing, my father could support the whole family of eight by earning 36 yuan a month. Although life is short, I can always go by.
In 1956, the monthly meal expenses for a senior boarding primary school student were twelve yuan and fifty cents.
1956, a twill khaki cloth Zhongshan suit costs 6 yuan and 3 cents.
In 1956, after my mother gave birth to Wanbaoshan, she returned to her mother's house in the countryside for confinement. She got off a long-distance bus and spent a cent to eat a bowl of poached eggs in a small restaurant in the county station. There were ten eggs in the big sea bowl. A layer of sesame oil beads as big as a cent, and the bowl was covered tightly. This is a past event that my mother never gets tired of, and her father would rather let her start talking during the meal of her family. He said that this way, we can stop cooking, and each person holds a steamed bun and eats it with the sesame oil and poached eggs in the story.
1956, five yuan was a big sum of money from an ordinary Chinese family. My father borrowed it from the opposite door, and the neighbors from the opposite door. As the saying goes, he looked down and saw him. What method did he use to refuse to pay back the money for two years? If Li Yuze did not move out of the opposite door and transferred to Beijing two years later, how would his father face the creditors every day? This requires iron-like face and steel-like nerves. Wan Baoshan asked his mother after buying popsicles on credit. She slapped her hands and slammed the back of one hand on the palm of the other hand and said, when she saw the person from the Li family opposite, she wanted to get a crack in the ground. However, she doesn't have money. She is a housewife without a job. She has to say hello to her father in advance if she spends two cents to buy matches. Wan Baoshan, who grew up, mustered up the courage to ask his father, but his father was not as excited as his mother. He said, "That five dollars, first, I didn't say I wouldn't pay it back; second, Li Yuze's family has only one son, and the conditions are much better than ours, so he doesn't rush to use the five dollars; third, Li Yuze has never urged me to pay back the money, so why are you anxious? And fourth, my father said, just when he was about to pay back the money, Li Yuze was transferred to Beijing, and there was a city all at once... My father was very concerned about his debts, but the whole family understood that he seemed to be more arbitrary.For example, he said that Li Yuze's family had only one son and had good financial conditions, and his family had six, as if the Li family deserved to use the money. Once, my mother once robbed him and said, "Do you know what people say behind the scenes? We can afford to give birth to children but can't pay for the money!" My father immediately replied, "Yes, so we'll stop after the sixth child." Wan Baoshan thought, this was true. My mother's childbirth stopped, and my father's borrowing money stopped. As far as Wanbaoshan knows, since the "famous" five dollars, my father never borrowed money from others in his life. Maybe he cared about the comments behind his colleagues in the factory, especially the comments had hurt his children's self-esteem. Although Li Yuze did not urge him to pay back the money in person, the discussion behind people must have come from the Li family at first.
The allusion of borrowing money from his father as Li Yuze's family left, gradually coming to an end, and his other habits were highlighted, and he was stingy. Or in other words, he is extremely economical. He told his mother who went out to buy vegetables and said, "Would you buy a big one or two small ones when you buy eggplant?" In my opinion, you want to buy a big one. Why? Two small ones will have an extra eggplant, which will account for the most part. At home, he practiced his own actions, took the lead in drinking the rotten vegetable soup overnight, and ate expired pills. He was not allowed to order light bulbs over 15 watts. He didn't buy toilet paper at home, so he took advantage of his position as a factory newspaper to bring the mimeographed tabloids home, and personally cut them into the size of a child's palm for use in the toilet. When children complain that the paper is too small and cannot be cleaned, they will patiently teach them the methods, which once made the young Wanbaoshan feel indescribable. He also saw coal - saw a whole piece of honeycomb coal into two pieces in the waist, saying that the coal added in two times will be burned more thoroughly (maybe a fallacy). He covered the coal and locked the coal "house". The key was hung on his waist. If he didn't unlock the lock, you wouldn't want to take out a cinder . Even if you were about to steam buns and cook, you were eager to add new coal in the stove. The rice, noodles and oil at home must be locked. He uses his own measuring instrument for every meal - a walnut wooden bowl meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter In Wanbaoshan's impression, he always felt hungry in his childhood and youth, and he and his brothers and sisters never let go of their stomachs and had eaten. They all privately hoped that their father would go on a business trip, so that they might get temporary liberation of their diet. But my father doesn't go on a business trip - there is nothing wrong with the textile factory.
On this morning of autumn in 2009, Wan Baoshan was sitting on an intercity train to Beijing, with his pocket containing the money his father told him to pay back. He doesn't eat a bite of snacks or drinks a sip of water that costs money. The van in the car passed by several times in front of him, selling " Wahaha Nutrition Express " drinks, selling fast food fire-boiled , tea eggs, and black melon seeds white melon seeds, cream peanut chewing gum... The teachers in the same car pulled the food bags on the car, and he took it indifferently. He just suddenly thought that his habit was influenced by his father? The burnt-looking hot-baked in a food bag on the van, which was roasted in a food bag, only reminded him of the only burnt-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot- That time, my father was on a business trip and left for ten days. The province held a large-scale vocational squandering performance. A female chorus called "The Sun Radiance Like a Golden Shuttle" in the textile factory was selected. My father participated in the lyrics creation, so he had the opportunity to go to the provincial capital with the performance team. But my father's brief departure from home did not allow his family to eat with a meal, and my father was prepared for this. Before leaving, he had prepared the rice and flour for ten days in advance, and did not forget to dig out his own portion, and the rest were naturally locked again. Before her father locked the food, she applied for half a bowl of white noodles in time, and she had to use it to make paste. The Wan family doesn’t buy shoes, and the whole family wears cloth shoes made by their mother. To build a foundation, you need to use paste to make money. When his mother was making paste on the fire, Wanbaoshan was willing to sway in front of her. He was willing to smell the white flour and water stirred together, and the tempting fragrance emitted by the fire. When the paste is well prepared, he will take advantage of his mother's unpreparedness and stretch out his index finger to dig out a piece of paste and quickly put it into his mouth. After swallowing the paste, he would still blink his index finger for a long time. He believed that the warm fragrance of the batter could remain on this index finger for several days.
When my father died, he entrusted Wanbaoshan with one thing: In 1956, my father recalled with certainty that it was the year when Wanbaoshan was born, he borrowed money from his old colleague Li Yuze. My father said, it seems that your mother went to the hospital to give birth to you. The family didn’t get enough money, so I borrowed five dollars from Li Yuze, who lived in the opposite door at the time. Later, I forgot why... why I just didn't return the money to others. This year is 2009, fifty-three years. Liuwa, no matter what, you have to pay back the money for me.
Wan Baoshan ranks sixth among brothers and sisters, and is known as Liuwa. Liuwa - Wan Baoshan, this 53-year-old man stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at his father who was curled up in the bed and spoke without any confidence, and kept nodding. Seeing him nodded, my father struggled to hold up, pulled out a wrinkled kraft paper envelope from under the pillow and held it on his palm and said, "There is the money you should pay back, of course it can't be five yuan." Five yuan is calculated based on the fixed deposit of 53 years, so let’s calculate based on the fixed deposit of 1956. I remember it is five percent, which is about fifty-eight yuan. During this time, I calculated the interest rate of the five dollars every day, so would it be wrong?
Wan Baoshan took the envelope from his father and found that there was a red imitation Song-style word "Fu'an People's Hospital" under the envelope. He felt that he was moved in his heart: After all, he was a father who had been careful in his calculations all his life. They are so sick that they don’t know when or how to get the envelope that the hospital doesn’t spend money. But his father often speaks in a mess. For example, he likes to say "probably" to "probably" as "probably", and for example, he always calls the sofa "fashion". This made his thinking look different from ordinary people, and also covered up his scheming. After becoming an adult, Wan Baoshan thought that his father actually had scheming, but his lifelong scheming was mostly focused on living his family, and his father always held the financial power of the family. Wan Baoshan folded the light and thin envelope in half and stuffed it into his pocket. He didn't care about the amount of money in the envelope, including principal and interest. It's been fifty-three years. Is it really that important to be more or less? At this time, the father, who was already lying on the pillow, suddenly raised his body and opened his arms to his Liuwa. It is like a kind of begging, like a child who wants to hug him when he acts coquettishly to him. Or that is also a reconfirmation of the entrusted matter: if we two hold us, you really agree to me. Wan Baoshan lacks psychological preparation for his father's attitude. Although he is the youngest child in the family, he and his father have never had such intimate physical contact. My father never spoiled him, it is very likely that he did not allow his father to spoil him. He has never liked his father since he was a child. In his impression, his father had few friends because of his famous stinginess. My father's stinginess often brings some embarrassment to the young Wanbaoshan. Now his father, who is in danger, wants to hug Wan Baoshan in this way similar to a foreigner. He stubbornly opened his arms, his white hair was messy, his eyes were yellow, his face was black, and his limbs were thin, like a big bird in the wind, and he was even more like a specimen of a big bird, Wan Baoshan thought. Immediately afterwards, Wan Baoshan was shocked by the metaphor of the big bird specimen in his heart. The twist just now turned into a kind of unexpected pity - he was twisted just now. He thought that the hug did not belong to the father's style, but who could judge what unexpected actions would be for a life that was about to end? He bent down slightly and hugged his father carefully. My father is in advanced liver cancer and is as light as boneless at this time. He also smelled a scent of his father, like the aged oil in the kitchen.
A few days later, my father passed away.
Wan Baoshan really wants to complete his father's instructions as soon as possible. It was not because of the five dollar debt, but because of the father's posture of his arms spreading hard on the hospital bed. It was the sick bird-like posture that reminded him that he didn't want the moment before his father died always circling in his mind. Only when the money is paid can the image disappear from his mind. My father specifically asked him to pay back the money "by themselves", and he understood that this was the meaning of returning it in person. Then, he must go to Beijing in person. He asked his father's old colleague in the factory for the specific address of Li Yuze in Beijing, and many people in the factory knew about it. They wrote him the address and told him that Li Yuze lived with his son after retirement, and the address was from his son's house.
The father died in the spring, but Wanbaoshan executed his father's will until autumn.After becoming an adult in Wanbaoshan, he worked as a plumber in a secondary health school. He lived with his parents as soon as he got married. His small family's income and expenditure were roughly balanced, and occasionally had a slight surplus. But Wanbaoshan also has to calculate the cost of going out. If the cost of paying the money exceeds the amount of money he has to pay, then he will never act rashly. It was autumn. Taking advantage of the atmosphere of the 60th anniversary of the New China, the school organized teachers and employees to visit Beijing in batches after the National Day, which gave Wan Baoshan the opportunity to pay back the money to Li Yuze in person. The school organizes a visit to the school for money, which can also be regarded as a public-paid tour - a public-paid one-day tour in Beijing.
Before leaving, Wan Baoshan thought of the creditor Li Yuze seriously. In fact, he didn't remember Li Yuze. Wan Baoshan heard about Li Yuze's family from his elder brother. Once upon a time, Li Yuze and Wan's family lived opposite the door, and both of them lived in the textile factory dormitory. Wanbaoshan's father was in the factory and wrote a factory newspaper, and Li Yuze was a technician in the factory. In the impression of the elder brother, Li Yuze's family always eats better than their family. Li Yuze's son Li Kexin and Wan Baoshan's elder brother are elementary school classmates. He told Wan Baoshan's elder brother that Xia Tian's father buys him a corner of watermelon every day. Wanbaoshan’s father would only call on Wanbaoshan’s brothers to save toothpaste and sell it for money. The money sold must be paid to my father. The father will return three cents each time, and it is stipulated that he will eat one small bean popsicle per month. Later, Li Yuze was transferred to Beijing. That year, Wanbaoshan was less than three years old.
However, Wan Baoshan seems to have known about his father's loan and not repaying his money since he can remember. During the summer vacation of the first grade of elementary school, he and a few children surrounded the grandmother who was pushing a popsicle cart at the door of the dormitory building to buy popsicle. They all knew that this grandmother who sells popsicles can be on credit. She is a family member of a factory worker. When they know these children, they can eat popsicles first and then go home to get the money. Wan Baoshan also wanted to eat popsicles first and then give money. A older child next to him immediately pointed at him and said, "Their adults borrowed money and would not repay it!" Wan Baoshan's hand, which had already reached out, quickly shrank back as if he was scorching by the shout. At that time, he was not able to describe himself as "shamed", but he knew clearly that borrowing money would make a person unable to raise his head. A little bigger, he realized the value of five dollars in 1956 and became more aware of the seriousness of the problem. In 1956, in a city 300 kilometers away from Beijing, my father could support the whole family of eight by earning 36 yuan a month. Although life is short, I can always go by.
In 1956, the monthly meal expenses for a senior boarding primary school student were twelve yuan and fifty cents.
1956, a twill khaki cloth Zhongshan suit costs 6 yuan and 3 cents.
In 1956, after my mother gave birth to Wanbaoshan, she returned to her mother's house in the countryside for confinement. She got off a long-distance bus and spent a cent to eat a bowl of poached eggs in a small restaurant in the county station. There were ten eggs in the big sea bowl. A layer of sesame oil beads as big as a cent, and the bowl was covered tightly. This is a past event that my mother never gets tired of, and her father would rather let her start talking during the meal of her family. He said that this way, we can stop cooking, and each person holds a steamed bun and eats it with the sesame oil and poached eggs in the story.
1956, five yuan was a big sum of money from an ordinary Chinese family. My father borrowed it from the opposite door, and the neighbors from the opposite door. As the saying goes, he looked down and saw him. What method did he use to refuse to pay back the money for two years? If Li Yuze did not move out of the opposite door and transferred to Beijing two years later, how would his father face the creditors every day? This requires iron-like face and steel-like nerves. Wan Baoshan asked his mother after buying popsicles on credit. She slapped her hands and slammed the back of one hand on the palm of the other hand and said, when she saw the person from the Li family opposite, she wanted to get a crack in the ground. However, she doesn't have money. She is a housewife without a job. She has to say hello to her father in advance if she spends two cents to buy matches. Wan Baoshan, who grew up, mustered up the courage to ask his father, but his father was not as excited as his mother. He said, "That five dollars, first, I didn't say I wouldn't pay it back; second, Li Yuze's family has only one son, and the conditions are much better than ours, so he doesn't rush to use the five dollars; third, Li Yuze has never urged me to pay back the money, so why are you anxious? And fourth, my father said, just when he was about to pay back the money, Li Yuze was transferred to Beijing, and there was a city all at once... My father was very concerned about his debts, but the whole family understood that he seemed to be more arbitrary.For example, he said that Li Yuze's family had only one son and had good financial conditions, and his family had six, as if the Li family deserved to use the money. Once, my mother once robbed him and said, "Do you know what people say behind the scenes? We can afford to give birth to children but can't pay for the money!" My father immediately replied, "Yes, so we'll stop after the sixth child." Wan Baoshan thought, this was true. My mother's childbirth stopped, and my father's borrowing money stopped. As far as Wanbaoshan knows, since the "famous" five dollars, my father never borrowed money from others in his life. Maybe he cared about the comments behind his colleagues in the factory, especially the comments had hurt his children's self-esteem. Although Li Yuze did not urge him to pay back the money in person, the discussion behind people must have come from the Li family at first.
The allusion of borrowing money from his father as Li Yuze's family left, gradually coming to an end, and his other habits were highlighted, and he was stingy. Or in other words, he is extremely economical. He told his mother who went out to buy vegetables and said, "Would you buy a big one or two small ones when you buy eggplant?" In my opinion, you want to buy a big one. Why? Two small ones will have an extra eggplant, which will account for the most part. At home, he practiced his own actions, took the lead in drinking the rotten vegetable soup overnight, and ate expired pills. He was not allowed to order light bulbs over 15 watts. He didn't buy toilet paper at home, so he took advantage of his position as a factory newspaper to bring the mimeographed tabloids home, and personally cut them into the size of a child's palm for use in the toilet. When children complain that the paper is too small and cannot be cleaned, they will patiently teach them the methods, which once made the young Wanbaoshan feel indescribable. He also saw coal - saw a whole piece of honeycomb coal into two pieces in the waist, saying that the coal added in two times will be burned more thoroughly (maybe a fallacy). He covered the coal and locked the coal "house". The key was hung on his waist. If he didn't unlock the lock, you wouldn't want to take out a cinder . Even if you were about to steam buns and cook, you were eager to add new coal in the stove. The rice, noodles and oil at home must be locked. He uses his own measuring instrument for every meal - a walnut wooden bowl meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter meter In Wanbaoshan's impression, he always felt hungry in his childhood and youth, and he and his brothers and sisters never let go of their stomachs and had eaten. They all privately hoped that their father would go on a business trip, so that they might get temporary liberation of their diet. But my father doesn't go on a business trip - there is nothing wrong with the textile factory.
On this morning of autumn in 2009, Wan Baoshan was sitting on an intercity train to Beijing, with his pocket containing the money his father told him to pay back. He doesn't eat a bite of snacks or drinks a sip of water that costs money. The van in the car passed by several times in front of him, selling " Wahaha Nutrition Express " drinks, selling fast food fire-boiled , tea eggs, and black melon seeds white melon seeds, cream peanut chewing gum... The teachers in the same car pulled the food bags on the car, and he took it indifferently. He just suddenly thought that his habit was influenced by his father? The burnt-looking hot-baked in a food bag on the van, which was roasted in a food bag, only reminded him of the only burnt-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot-baked hot- That time, my father was on a business trip and left for ten days. The province held a large-scale vocational squandering performance. A female chorus called "The Sun Radiance Like a Golden Shuttle" in the textile factory was selected. My father participated in the lyrics creation, so he had the opportunity to go to the provincial capital with the performance team. But my father's brief departure from home did not allow his family to eat with a meal, and my father was prepared for this. Before leaving, he had prepared the rice and flour for ten days in advance, and did not forget to dig out his own portion, and the rest were naturally locked again. Before her father locked the food, she applied for half a bowl of white noodles in time, and she had to use it to make paste. The Wan family doesn’t buy shoes, and the whole family wears cloth shoes made by their mother. To build a foundation, you need to use paste to make money. When his mother was making paste on the fire, Wanbaoshan was willing to sway in front of her. He was willing to smell the white flour and water stirred together, and the tempting fragrance emitted by the fire. When the paste is well prepared, he will take advantage of his mother's unpreparedness and stretch out his index finger to dig out a piece of paste and quickly put it into his mouth. After swallowing the paste, he would still blink his index finger for a long time. He believed that the warm fragrance of the batter could remain on this index finger for several days.At this time, my mother would stand by her father and comfort her Liuwa. She said that your father locked in rice and flour to prevent the meal at home. Our food was controlled in a regular manner. Wanbaoshan knows what quantitative means. In addition to quantitative, even if you have money, you have no place to buy food - not to mention that Wanjia has no extra money, and Wanjia has never extra money. Ten days later, my father came back from the province. Wan Baoshan stared at the dark green canvas bag he was very familiar with, with a white plane printed on it (until his father was hospitalized in the twelfth month of 2009, the old bag with blurred "plane" and broken zipper still followed his father). He found that the bag was a little bulging, which made him excited. His father wouldn't have brought them any delicious food. In an era of food scarcity, many children pay special attention to the bags in the hands of adults who go out and go home. It turns out that there was content in my father's bag, and he brought back eight firewood.
The thing is like this: my father and the textile factory's performance team took the train to the provincial capital. When the train passed by a large station, a radio suddenly said that the platform canteen of this large station was specially provided for passengers to burn. Passengers on the bus can purchase it with their tickets, and each ticket is limited to one. The radio emphasized in particular: "Five cents a fire when the noodles are fired, and no food coupons are needed." The father sitting on the train immediately noticed the radio, and he paid special attention to the saying "No food coupons". In China's ticket era, not burning food coupons is almost like not giving money for nothing. This was the preferential policy of the country for citizens who went out to travel at that time. Except for the stations at the railway station, there were almost no food without food stamps in other places. The father started to act quickly. He asked his colleagues in the factory one by one if they wanted to get off the car and buy the fire. Several female workers who were busy playing poker said they would not buy it. They knew that someone was in charge of the meal when they went to the provincial capital to attend the performance. My father immediately took their tickets into his own hands and said as he borrowed them for use. While speaking, the train entered the station. My father got off the train quickly. In the team that was formed on the platform, he was in the top three. My father borrowed seven tickets and added his own ticket, so he bought eight of them back. The factory workers knew his father's famous habits very well. Now he suddenly bought eight firewood. Everyone couldn't help but talk in person: Master Wan, who is good at calculating, didn't calculate accurately this time. It is a good idea to burn food coupons, but when do you eat them? Do you want to leave them for ten days? You will grow green hair when you go home!
Another feature of my father is that he is never afraid of people's stinginess. My father believes that this is essentially different from talking about whether he borrows money. For this reason, he not only often appreciates people's stinginess with his stinginess as he appreciates his own strengths, but also makes some supplements in time. My father hid the fire in his handbag and explained to everyone, I heard that the food coupons were issued in the province for the ten days of attending the performance. If you can’t use it, you can return the food coupons and money with the meal coupons in the end. A meal coupon is worth at least four taels of food coupons and 30 cents. I plan to eat one hotpot every day and save the meal coupon to return it to food coupons and money. Who did you think of it?
Father's idea actually attracted everyone, and several workers were eager to try it out. However, they failed to buy food coupons as quickly as their father, and after arriving at the provincial capital, their father's premeditation failed to "success". The reason is that the dining method of that performance did not adopt the meal coupon system, and all participants did not receive the meal coupons, so everyone could eat as they please. This is a preferential treatment for attendees to revel in an instant: Eat whatever you want! In such years, the surprises brought by "eat whatever you want" are like someone giving you a salary every day. In the face of this dreamy catering carnival, my father's eight firewoods were indeed as expected, and they grew hair three days later. But don't think your father will abandon them. He wiped the windowsills of the guest room and lined up the green-haired fires, burning them in the sun. After drying the surface, he used a small broom to sweep away the green hair from the fire, turned the fire over and then dried it. For ten days, burning the sun and burning the fire is a big and small pleasure for my father who is on a business trip. Ten days later, he carried the eight dry fires or fires to their back home. Later, my father's "burning incident" was widely circulated in the factory. In the publicity department, in the workshop, in the family courtyard where people enjoy the cool air in summer, people who went to the provincial capital with their father publicly described this as a story and kept adding fuel to the fire.At this time, the father, who is one of the listeners, even helps to supplement the materials together, such as using a small broom to sweep green hair, the details of the father himself contributed. Everyone was happier because of their father's on-site proof of the "event".
Wan Baoshan always remembers the night when my father brought it back to the fire. It was a happy and luxurious night. At dinner, the father who returned from a business trip first stopped his mother's plan to make cornmeal porridge. He said that he could save a meal of porridge tonight and that he would have dry food tonight. As he said that, his father solemnly took out eight firewood from his bag and distributed them to the whole family of eight who sat around the table. Finally, he handed his own one to Wan Baoshan and said, "The Liuwa is the youngest, so eat a double portion." The brothers and sisters all looked at Wan Baoshan and smiled. The mother stopped her and said, "I'm not old enough to put in my energy, so what should I eat." He pushed the fire to his father again. My father smiled and said, "You didn't see me getting fat, so I can eat it when I was in a meeting." This show, there is no limit on the amount of food, let us eat it casually. As he said that, he picked up the fire and stuffed it into Wanbaoshan's hand. Wan Baoshan looked at his father with a fire in one hand. He found that his father was fat, his cheeks were bulging, and his face was glossy. What made him interesting was that my father also had a fake collar of a Western-style shirt around his neck. This fake collar was sewn with several blue and white square handkerchiefs, which were sewn together with part of his shoulders. The shoulders were empty below, and there were elastic bands under his armpits connected front and back to fix them on his body. My father never bought real shirts, and the fake shirt collar is also used as a "dress collar". After entering the door just now, he took off his coat and was busy burning the children, forgot to take off his fake collar. He was wearing a fake collar, and under the fake collar was a grey knitted autumn jacket produced by the textile factory with patches. This made him look like a child with a cloth bib in a kindergarten, at least an adult who was playing the role of a child. Wan Baoshan smiled at his father with a fake collar. He bit the hard-to-bite fire without hesitation. The fire was as hard as iron, making his teeth slip on it. He still bit the smell of pepper and salt. Lying on the bed at night, he licked the crumbled peppercorns the size of sesame grains in his teeth with his tongue. He couldn't bear to swallow it, so he carefully slept with the fragrant peppercorns in his mouth. Later he learned from others about his father's story of burning fire. He was as annoyed as before when he heard such stories, but this annoyance did not offset all the beautiful feelings that he had eaten burning that night.
More than thirty years have passed, and the children of thousands of families have grown up. They have bid farewell to their parents and set up their own families, and have left the city where they gave birth to them one after another. It was as if they were scared by their father's stinginess, and they tacitly refused to live close to their father again. Only Wanbaoshan stayed not far from his parents: his own home and his parents' house were separated by two roads. The era of tickets has passed, and life has gradually improved. Rice and white flour can be purchased freely, and people are willing to add oil when cooking. But my father's stinginess is as always. He still locked the grain into cabinet . For the sake of cheapness, he only went to the farmers' market to buy eggs that were about to hatch chickens. In the 1980s, Wanbaoshan bought a pair of artificial leather imitation leather sofas for his parents, but they were sold by his father the next day. The money for selling the sofa was also stolen by him. He told everyone: "Fashioning" is both costing money and taking up space. After retirement, he had more time. He once asked Wan Baoshan to keep his daughter who was in elementary school next to them to take care of him, but was firmly rejected by Wan Baoshan's lover. He had nothing to do, so he simply took on the task of buying groceries alone. It is better to say that he is picking up vegetables than buying vegetables. Every afternoon, he went there before he went there. He calmly picked up the vegetable gangs and leaves abandoned by the vegetable vendors. After making them, he also gained a complete harvest: a sprouting potato or an old celery with thick tendons. The old neighbors in the yard laughed at him for this. They said that it would be good if Lao Wan picked up a piece of meat and would improve his life and make a braised pork for us to see. My father said that it is necessary to pick up meat to improve life, so I will improve it today. Neighbors asked him how to improve, and his father proudly said that he was going to make a braised celery. Everyone laughed, but my father didn't think it was a joke. Sneezing in him is no longer a force of life. It is like a belief in his life or a driving force in his life, and he cannot be left for a moment. If you are stingy in him, there is nothing to be glorious. If you can do nothing to spend money as much as possible, that is glorious.This is indeed different from borrowing money. This is a person who makes fun of himself, and who is the way to get in the way.
train entered the station and arrived in Beijing. Wanbaoshan followed colleagues from the health school to get off the car and walk out of the platform. Under the school's arrangement, they visited Tiananmen Square , the bird's nest and the water cube. Wan Baoshan and his colleagues sighed together that it is the capital, and it is different. It is the capital that has held the Olympics, and it is the capital that has just passed the 60th anniversary. It is different. The sky is blue, flowers are blooming, the new buildings are scattered like forests, and the people on the street are all full of energy... Everyone is busy taking photos at every visit. Wanbaoshan did not have a camera, so he asked a teacher to take a souvenir photo for him at the Bird's Nest, and then asked the team leader of their trip - a vice principal: he was going to an acquaintance to do something. Thinking that calling a mobile phone in Beijing was a roaming price, which was too expensive, he lied that his cell phone was out of battery, so he borrowed the vice principal's cell phone and called Li Yuze according to the number provided by his old colleague in the factory.
phone call was answered by Li Yuze himself. Wan Baoshan heard that it was an old man with a little loud voice. He loudly reported his father's name to the old man, briefly explaining that he was visiting him on behalf of his father. He did not mention paying back the money on the phone and did not inform him that his father had passed away. He felt that this should be kept in front of him. Li Yuze obviously still remembers his father, the neighbor who lives in the opposite door of the textile factory in another province more than 50 years ago. He happily agreed to visit Wanbaoshan at home and told Wanbaoshan in detail the route of the bus. He said that his son set up a big "party" at home today, and there were too many people, but it didn't matter. He could drink with them when he came. Wan Baoshan did not understand the word "spoken" and he inferred that it was related to the number of people and drinking. He hung up the phone, took subway line 10 at the Bird's Nest, and successfully found Li Yuze's address, a place called Lushui Manor. It turned out that this was a villa. When Wanbaoshan stood firmly at the door of the manor and stared at the two huge black iron gates with a pair of gilded unicorns in front of him, he remembered the introduction of the elderly in his father's factory. They said that Li Yuze's son Li Kexin was doing a real estate business, and Li Yuze was blessed to follow his son to retire. Wan Baoshan was hesitating and didn't know how to enter the door. A guard wearing a navy blue uniform with a golden epaulette sewn on his shoulder ran out of the guard room and asked him his surname. He reported his name. The security guard said politely that the owner of Block A8 had just notified us and let you go.
Security guard led Wan Baoshan into the gate and enthusiastically pointed him to the path to Block A8: Turn right, go up the Luoguo Bridge, get off the bridge and move forward two hundred meters. Wanbaoshan mechanically followed the security guard's instructions to the Luoguo Bridge, which was not too large in arc but had a large span. He saw the pool water under the bridge, the water lilies in the water, the large lawn surrounding the pool, the fountains, wooden chairs, and some precious trees with tree species. He got off the bridge and walked two hundred meters away, passing by several white and yellow houses. He saw a red house with a roof covered with iron gray turtle back shaped linoleum tiles. He didn't know why he paid special attention to the turtle back shaped tiles of the red house, perhaps because he had seen them in foreign movies. A large area of neatly trimmed furry lawn stretches out from the feet of the house, forming a courtyard of thousands of square meters. On the light brown -stone door posts of the courtyard gate, there is a copper door plate with the word "A8". Wan Baoshan stood at the door, through the courtyard wall - a half-person-high painted white wooden fence, and saw a large area of floor-to-ceiling windows and a large white balcony protruding from the floor-to-ceiling window. Several old men were sitting there, basking in the dry autumn sunshine. Among them, one of them should be Li Yuze. There is a rectangular dining table covered with snow-white tablecloth on the lawn of the courtyard. The shiny silver plate contains various fruits, snacks and barbecue - it must be barbecue, because there is an barbecue stove not far away. Two chefs wearing snow-white hats are standing in front of the stove and busy, the aroma of the oil smoke squirting the meat is floating from time to time. Some men, women, and some screaming children, they sit or stand or walk around, eating, drinking, and talking.A little boy about five years old with a separate head stomped his feet and shouted at his mother (must be his mother): I don’t drink French “Eyun”, I don’t drink French “Eyun”, I want the “Wuliang Zangquan” that costs twenty-six yuan a bottle, and the mineral water that costs twenty-six yuan a bottle...
was originally planning to enter Wanbaoshan, standing outside the wooden fence of A8, turning back, and shivering inexplicably. He suddenly didn't want the people on the lawn to see him. He thought, this was the "replacement" he heard on the phone just now? Although he had already known the wealthy life of Li Yuze and his son, the scene in front of him was still far beyond his imagination. The twenty-six yuan a bottle of water the child asked for immediately reminded him of the fifty-eight yuan that his father asked for in his pocket. It's only enough to buy two bottles of water for fifty-eight dollars in such a yard. How would Li Yuze or Li Yuze's son think of the fifty-eight dollars returned by the son of an old neighbor? With their style of life today, would they really remember the five dollars that someone borrowed fifty-three years ago? Wan Baoshan then became a little angry at himself: What is he doing? He is also a fifty-something person, not far away hundreds of kilometers, called and asked for the address, and finally handed over a wrinkled and flirty envelope to the villa seriously. This is simply a bit funny.
When I thought of the word funny, Wan Baoshan decided to leave A8. He walked along the way he came quickly towards the Luoguo Bridge that was far away. He walked lightly and reached the bridge in a short while. He walked up the bridge, and after crossing the bridge, he was not far from the gate of the manor. At this moment, there was a problem with his legs: his legs suddenly couldn't take a step, and he couldn't get on the bridge. He calmed down and changed his legs and took another step. If he couldn't do it, he still couldn't walk. He stood under the bridge in a daze, not believing that he had met a ghost, not believing that it was a ghost. After a moment, he calmed himself and slowly turned around and turned in the opposite direction - A8 tried to take a step, and his legs immediately listened to his command again. But when he turned around and went up the bridge again with this force, his legs could no longer be lifted.
Wan Baoshan stood helplessly in front of Luoguo Bridge, like a philosopher who was thinking about advanced problems. As the sun sets, on the open grass on both sides of the bridge, several children flying kites with their faces raised to catch his attention. Since his legs were unable to move as if they had been cast by spells, he had to look up at the sky with the children's eyes. He saw some birds flying high: swallows, centipedes, eagles... A black eagle with red beak spread its wings and flew to the highest level, looking down at the earth majestic. An image suddenly resurrected in Wanbaoshan's mind: the father on the hospital bed opened his arms and begged for him, the beggar like a big bird in the desolate wind. He looked up at the black hawk in the air. It wasn't that his father's soul was looking down at him? He was not superstitious, but at that moment he was afraid. He turned around under such a look and took a step towards A8. His steps suddenly took off. It turned out that his legs were not sick. He was sure that his legs were two good legs.
He walked towards A8 again evenly, and the eagle in the sky was still soaring in the sky above him, as if it was supervisor and as if it was escort. Wanbaoshan looked at the sky and around. The sky is high and the air is clear and there is no one around. In such a place with ultra-low density of people living in such a place, there is often no one around. He slapped his arm in this strange manor for the first time, as if he was greeting the big bird in the sky. He found that when he bravely stretched out his arms, something that had been hidden in his body for a long time rushed out, and his tight heart also felt a little safe.
At this time, the father, who is one of the listeners, even helps to supplement the materials together, such as using a small broom to sweep green hair, the details of the father himself contributed. Everyone was happier because of their father's on-site proof of the "event". Wan Baoshan always remembers the night when my father brought it back to the fire. It was a happy and luxurious night. At dinner, the father who returned from a business trip first stopped his mother's plan to make cornmeal porridge. He said that he could save a meal of porridge tonight and that he would have dry food tonight. As he said that, his father solemnly took out eight firewood from his bag and distributed them to the whole family of eight who sat around the table. Finally, he handed his own one to Wan Baoshan and said, "The Liuwa is the youngest, so eat a double portion." The brothers and sisters all looked at Wan Baoshan and smiled. The mother stopped her and said, "I'm not old enough to put in my energy, so what should I eat." He pushed the fire to his father again. My father smiled and said, "You didn't see me getting fat, so I can eat it when I was in a meeting." This show, there is no limit on the amount of food, let us eat it casually. As he said that, he picked up the fire and stuffed it into Wanbaoshan's hand. Wan Baoshan looked at his father with a fire in one hand. He found that his father was fat, his cheeks were bulging, and his face was glossy. What made him interesting was that my father also had a fake collar of a Western-style shirt around his neck. This fake collar was sewn with several blue and white square handkerchiefs, which were sewn together with part of his shoulders. The shoulders were empty below, and there were elastic bands under his armpits connected front and back to fix them on his body. My father never bought real shirts, and the fake shirt collar is also used as a "dress collar". After entering the door just now, he took off his coat and was busy burning the children, forgot to take off his fake collar. He was wearing a fake collar, and under the fake collar was a grey knitted autumn jacket produced by the textile factory with patches. This made him look like a child with a cloth bib in a kindergarten, at least an adult who was playing the role of a child. Wan Baoshan smiled at his father with a fake collar. He bit the hard-to-bite fire without hesitation. The fire was as hard as iron, making his teeth slip on it. He still bit the smell of pepper and salt. Lying on the bed at night, he licked the crumbled peppercorns the size of sesame grains in his teeth with his tongue. He couldn't bear to swallow it, so he carefully slept with the fragrant peppercorns in his mouth. Later he learned from others about his father's story of burning fire. He was as annoyed as before when he heard such stories, but this annoyance did not offset all the beautiful feelings that he had eaten burning that night.
More than thirty years have passed, and the children of thousands of families have grown up. They have bid farewell to their parents and set up their own families, and have left the city where they gave birth to them one after another. It was as if they were scared by their father's stinginess, and they tacitly refused to live close to their father again. Only Wanbaoshan stayed not far from his parents: his own home and his parents' house were separated by two roads. The era of tickets has passed, and life has gradually improved. Rice and white flour can be purchased freely, and people are willing to add oil when cooking. But my father's stinginess is as always. He still locked the grain into cabinet . For the sake of cheapness, he only went to the farmers' market to buy eggs that were about to hatch chickens. In the 1980s, Wanbaoshan bought a pair of artificial leather imitation leather sofas for his parents, but they were sold by his father the next day. The money for selling the sofa was also stolen by him. He told everyone: "Fashioning" is both costing money and taking up space. After retirement, he had more time. He once asked Wan Baoshan to keep his daughter who was in elementary school next to them to take care of him, but was firmly rejected by Wan Baoshan's lover. He had nothing to do, so he simply took on the task of buying groceries alone. It is better to say that he is picking up vegetables than buying vegetables. Every afternoon, he went there before he went there. He calmly picked up the vegetable gangs and leaves abandoned by the vegetable vendors. After making them, he also gained a complete harvest: a sprouting potato or an old celery with thick tendons. The old neighbors in the yard laughed at him for this. They said that it would be good if Lao Wan picked up a piece of meat and would improve his life and make a braised pork for us to see. My father said that it is necessary to pick up meat to improve life, so I will improve it today. Neighbors asked him how to improve, and his father proudly said that he was going to make a braised celery. Everyone laughed, but my father didn't think it was a joke. Sneezing in him is no longer a force of life. It is like a belief in his life or a driving force in his life, and he cannot be left for a moment. If you are stingy in him, there is nothing to be glorious. If you can do nothing to spend money as much as possible, that is glorious.This is indeed different from borrowing money. This is a person who makes fun of himself, and who is the way to get in the way.
train entered the station and arrived in Beijing. Wanbaoshan followed colleagues from the health school to get off the car and walk out of the platform. Under the school's arrangement, they visited Tiananmen Square , the bird's nest and the water cube. Wan Baoshan and his colleagues sighed together that it is the capital, and it is different. It is the capital that has held the Olympics, and it is the capital that has just passed the 60th anniversary. It is different. The sky is blue, flowers are blooming, the new buildings are scattered like forests, and the people on the street are all full of energy... Everyone is busy taking photos at every visit. Wanbaoshan did not have a camera, so he asked a teacher to take a souvenir photo for him at the Bird's Nest, and then asked the team leader of their trip - a vice principal: he was going to an acquaintance to do something. Thinking that calling a mobile phone in Beijing was a roaming price, which was too expensive, he lied that his cell phone was out of battery, so he borrowed the vice principal's cell phone and called Li Yuze according to the number provided by his old colleague in the factory.
phone call was answered by Li Yuze himself. Wan Baoshan heard that it was an old man with a little loud voice. He loudly reported his father's name to the old man, briefly explaining that he was visiting him on behalf of his father. He did not mention paying back the money on the phone and did not inform him that his father had passed away. He felt that this should be kept in front of him. Li Yuze obviously still remembers his father, the neighbor who lives in the opposite door of the textile factory in another province more than 50 years ago. He happily agreed to visit Wanbaoshan at home and told Wanbaoshan in detail the route of the bus. He said that his son set up a big "party" at home today, and there were too many people, but it didn't matter. He could drink with them when he came. Wan Baoshan did not understand the word "spoken" and he inferred that it was related to the number of people and drinking. He hung up the phone, took subway line 10 at the Bird's Nest, and successfully found Li Yuze's address, a place called Lushui Manor. It turned out that this was a villa. When Wanbaoshan stood firmly at the door of the manor and stared at the two huge black iron gates with a pair of gilded unicorns in front of him, he remembered the introduction of the elderly in his father's factory. They said that Li Yuze's son Li Kexin was doing a real estate business, and Li Yuze was blessed to follow his son to retire. Wan Baoshan was hesitating and didn't know how to enter the door. A guard wearing a navy blue uniform with a golden epaulette sewn on his shoulder ran out of the guard room and asked him his surname. He reported his name. The security guard said politely that the owner of Block A8 had just notified us and let you go.
Security guard led Wan Baoshan into the gate and enthusiastically pointed him to the path to Block A8: Turn right, go up the Luoguo Bridge, get off the bridge and move forward two hundred meters. Wanbaoshan mechanically followed the security guard's instructions to the Luoguo Bridge, which was not too large in arc but had a large span. He saw the pool water under the bridge, the water lilies in the water, the large lawn surrounding the pool, the fountains, wooden chairs, and some precious trees with tree species. He got off the bridge and walked two hundred meters away, passing by several white and yellow houses. He saw a red house with a roof covered with iron gray turtle back shaped linoleum tiles. He didn't know why he paid special attention to the turtle back shaped tiles of the red house, perhaps because he had seen them in foreign movies. A large area of neatly trimmed furry lawn stretches out from the feet of the house, forming a courtyard of thousands of square meters. On the light brown -stone door posts of the courtyard gate, there is a copper door plate with the word "A8". Wan Baoshan stood at the door, through the courtyard wall - a half-person-high painted white wooden fence, and saw a large area of floor-to-ceiling windows and a large white balcony protruding from the floor-to-ceiling window. Several old men were sitting there, basking in the dry autumn sunshine. Among them, one of them should be Li Yuze. There is a rectangular dining table covered with snow-white tablecloth on the lawn of the courtyard. The shiny silver plate contains various fruits, snacks and barbecue - it must be barbecue, because there is an barbecue stove not far away. Two chefs wearing snow-white hats are standing in front of the stove and busy, the aroma of the oil smoke squirting the meat is floating from time to time. Some men, women, and some screaming children, they sit or stand or walk around, eating, drinking, and talking.A little boy about five years old with a separate head stomped his feet and shouted at his mother (must be his mother): I don’t drink French “Eyun”, I don’t drink French “Eyun”, I want the “Wuliang Zangquan” that costs twenty-six yuan a bottle, and the mineral water that costs twenty-six yuan a bottle...
was originally planning to enter Wanbaoshan, standing outside the wooden fence of A8, turning back, and shivering inexplicably. He suddenly didn't want the people on the lawn to see him. He thought, this was the "replacement" he heard on the phone just now? Although he had already known the wealthy life of Li Yuze and his son, the scene in front of him was still far beyond his imagination. The twenty-six yuan a bottle of water the child asked for immediately reminded him of the fifty-eight yuan that his father asked for in his pocket. It's only enough to buy two bottles of water for fifty-eight dollars in such a yard. How would Li Yuze or Li Yuze's son think of the fifty-eight dollars returned by the son of an old neighbor? With their style of life today, would they really remember the five dollars that someone borrowed fifty-three years ago? Wan Baoshan then became a little angry at himself: What is he doing? He is also a fifty-something person, not far away hundreds of kilometers, called and asked for the address, and finally handed over a wrinkled and flirty envelope to the villa seriously. This is simply a bit funny.
When I thought of the word funny, Wan Baoshan decided to leave A8. He walked along the way he came quickly towards the Luoguo Bridge that was far away. He walked lightly and reached the bridge in a short while. He walked up the bridge, and after crossing the bridge, he was not far from the gate of the manor. At this moment, there was a problem with his legs: his legs suddenly couldn't take a step, and he couldn't get on the bridge. He calmed down and changed his legs and took another step. If he couldn't do it, he still couldn't walk. He stood under the bridge in a daze, not believing that he had met a ghost, not believing that it was a ghost. After a moment, he calmed himself and slowly turned around and turned in the opposite direction - A8 tried to take a step, and his legs immediately listened to his command again. But when he turned around and went up the bridge again with this force, his legs could no longer be lifted.
Wan Baoshan stood helplessly in front of Luoguo Bridge, like a philosopher who was thinking about advanced problems. As the sun sets, on the open grass on both sides of the bridge, several children flying kites with their faces raised to catch his attention. Since his legs were unable to move as if they had been cast by spells, he had to look up at the sky with the children's eyes. He saw some birds flying high: swallows, centipedes, eagles... A black eagle with red beak spread its wings and flew to the highest level, looking down at the earth majestic. An image suddenly resurrected in Wanbaoshan's mind: the father on the hospital bed opened his arms and begged for him, the beggar like a big bird in the desolate wind. He looked up at the black hawk in the air. It wasn't that his father's soul was looking down at him? He was not superstitious, but at that moment he was afraid. He turned around under such a look and took a step towards A8. His steps suddenly took off. It turned out that his legs were not sick. He was sure that his legs were two good legs.
He walked towards A8 again evenly, and the eagle in the sky was still soaring in the sky above him, as if it was supervisor and as if it was escort. Wanbaoshan looked at the sky and around. The sky is high and the air is clear and there is no one around. In such a place with ultra-low density of people living in such a place, there is often no one around. He slapped his arm in this strange manor for the first time, as if he was greeting the big bird in the sky. He found that when he bravely stretched out his arms, something that had been hidden in his body for a long time rushed out, and his tight heart also felt a little safe.
