Put down the phone

One night, we must, when sleeping in the dark, I suddenly some homesick, miss their elderly parents thousands of miles away. I called the digital thankful to decrypt miss, the father answered the phone, he really calls for my late-night eating surprised: what thing? I hasten to say nothing, just suddenly homesick, would like to speak. Anything to say, the middle of the night, your mother was asleep. Viagra do? Not sleep? The father certainly still strange calls outdated, but the words could not conceal an unexpected surprise.

Child, you there Rain In fact, my wife Wei sweet sleep, my father and I was afraid to disturb their wives, like two naughty children, whisper stingy you one sentence I spoke. The father said the family was very good, well he and the mother's body, and asked me not thinking about here, and take good care of Granville, good work. I said that we were also very good, better than just marriage is fat, and a few days, we also intend to take a picture of the mail go. Finally, I said, the hour is late, Dad, you put down the phone, go to sleep. Father was a pause, and I guess that is looked up and saw a look the old clock. Not earlier, you break it, you take an umbrella to work tomorrow, there rain. How do you know it? Fortuitous from the point of view of the TV, you there rain.

Put down the phone, and how I can not fall asleep. Thousands of miles away, his father was always concerned with my side of the Teenage warm and cold. I remember I was in college before his departure, the mother worried, and cotton is the drug into the bag for me plug. The father said, do not miss him, he is not a child. Having said that, I go after the father, however, to the station every day, turn on the lap. After marriage, my wife and I live in a bungalow in one day got into a lot of soot bedroom, reacted strongly to his wife, was admitted to the hospital. Father learned of a few days, but still a man leaning on a cane carries the package, sat night the day the train came. I took the package to feel heavy, opened it, and actually filled with an ax, Wadao fender child like tools. The father said, I'll make you tidy up tidy heating and stove, where total smoke can do it.

The age of seventy, the stomach was cut three-quarters of the father possible way is also not willing to eat a piece of bread, to sit down and eat two big bowls of noodles breath. Wife in the kitchen at the pile of coarse maintenance tool could not help but cry. I comforted the wife said, Father forever this way. Make a call to tell his dad safe to.

And the father late night call the next day, otherwise sunny sky, the twinkling of an eye clouded over, really began to rain. Full units only my one umbrella, and everyone was very surprised. I was standing at the window, the window is heavy rain, such as the column, I do not know his father there rain or fine, but I know that he must stand in the old house window and eagerly looked at my side. The father is old, can not put up a sky for his son, but the Qianshan far, Wan across the water, the father still sent for me and the wife a warm umbrella under the umbrella of this generous old father's arms, every day we have blue skies, bright flower