Small Stoies

I've been mulling: whether or not to make a phone call to his father, or not to do?

The father is not at home. Then maybe he was standing in 5 or 8 floor scaffolding struggling to throw on another brick, rub a wipe of effort, it was hard to yell. In ten years, the people on the 50, and does not know what he got by from.

But the father is willing to complacency, at least every time he talked with me are trying to convey that. And I, the more uneasy.

I am 22 years old, the father 52. I was 4 years old his mother remarried his home, and my father and I stumbled alive. Many years, and the number of the number is not clear how those long days can say over it with a number?

The father's IQ is lower than the average person, living simple as a few aspect of the grid. Early, others throw away a broken wooden cart, retrieve, hammering, and then dragging the road, others threw the bottle scrap metal along the way to break things pick up on the train dragged home. Over time, the neighbors are not on his car. I buried in that pile of junk all day looking through the pick pick the children of the poor, six or seven years old when the family.

When winter comes, I put money in cardboard box has been heavy meet. This year the Chinese New Year, we eat fish and meat. An 8-year-old girl to dinner looked and looked, smiled and told yourself to remember that moment a huge happy from the bottom of my heart, so, now, ten years later, also can not forget the time full of happiness .

Father planted the vegetables are fresh and supple, the two of us ate very little, I'll put on his father's small carts. The the village folks the sister-in-law aunt whoever is removed from the above, go back package Dayton the dumplings or do Dayton noodles, not say Xie, occasionally remember, sent their children to send a bowl to me, I smiled then, do not say thank .

Eat hundreds of meals to wear one hundred clothing, I was silent, gorgeous, growing. Every day the best time I stepped on a small stool and bent over cooking, his father sitting on the stove to light a fire, from time to time in panic Qufu my feet stools see very safe on Oh laughed. Now think about those days, always the recalled Zaojian the first patch of sun, the sun about 10 years old, turned out to be a look of permanence.

This day has lasted for many years and I do not remember. The box that he used the money to pay tuition, buy operating this do to his father to eat meat occasionally buy Tianran feeling of quiet. This day makes a kind of inertia dependent, fly like a bird, do not turn and barrier.

Suddenly one day, the father dragging bad a lot of the car at the back from the waste station, face bruises, reveals a strong sense of grievance and bewildered. Punks town money grab, the father was hit. I comforted him a long time, but finally could not help but cry. This is the first time, and then, one after another. Father more and more nervous about, less and less to eat, sleep is also very stable, often the middle of the night a few hours facing the windows afford to sit. Said nothing, less smiling face sit and emaciated down, eyes restless wandering. I do not know how to do. I know his past fine slow life like water suddenly hit a rock, he slowly, but God, uncomfortable tight grip.

Day, the father went to waste station late has not come back. Dark outside, the the heart waves scared I ran out along the road to find. His voice breaking, like a broken gong, so loudly the brain humming to himself, but did not much sound came. Murano blown grass of the night scared footsteps and shouts always attracted a stranger's voice. Me the creeps. Eventually a large inlet side to see his father's car, no one. I immediately burst into tears, feeling the whole person and turned it into water constantly flow out until the entire empty.

Suddenly heard the sound of water when a burst of rapid, I was shocked, crying is abruptly truncated in the throat. I looked at the sound came from a long time to see a man came out of the water, getting closer and closer, like a long out of the water, the water is given rise to a rushing sound, heavy breathing, nearly , near - father, father!

The father ran gasped and hugged me, and hurriedly asked: "I have to live with your company, right?"

I nodded wildly, sobbing incessantly. The father immediately laughed, like the discovery of the truth Side, said: "how I can not die, I have to live with your company." Having ignored despite holding my home.

Along the way, his inexplicable excitement contrast with my tears. That year I was 13 years old, the father 43. This is the most a memory Mingxinkegu in my life.

Father ultimately did not go to that frame the car to retrieve it. He no longer went to town, they turn around in the fourth, Whose fields and grass to help pull the live help dry. Just in a good mood every day. Then, the father followed the the village migrant workers group to catch odd jobs. He only throw a brick thrown into the room from the room at the end, to precisely thrown bricklayer hands to be fast to be a moment stop. His arm swelling up and come back every day with a hot towel to wrap him, but not very useful, and later learning the housework a busy, they will give up. Sometimes at night woke up to hear the groans father sleep heavy heart shake the pain, tears face did not dare cry. Father very Maili Qi, no concept of wages, to how many Fortunately, others less heart to bully him.

Life on track again, and I can not step on a small stool, cooking, working neat many no longer need the fathers kindle the fire. He transferred to the target day, my homework when you ask a ask my English-Chinese Dictionary, muttered a few words, "the little girl is not simple to see such a large foreign book, his face is envy and pride. I smile to him, he is very happy to go. The father apparently contented in their off days, the facial features are active.