Pain is the best teacher of youth

Chapter 22 Cherish the affection of parents and leave no regrets (5)
Finally, I "boiled" my head.On the day I got the university notice, I felt like I had won a 500 million prize, and I was full of energy and joy.I became "bold" at home, no longer walking on tiptoe, and no longer cautious in doing things.Several times, I deliberately talked to my mother and made a gesture of closeness, but deliberately distanced myself from my father.My father felt very uncomfortable, but when he looked at me, who was 1.8 meters three, with a burly and powerful figure, but he looked like a shriveled old man, he walked away straight away.

After I went to college, I seldom went home. On the one hand, I avoided beatings from my father, and on the other hand, I enjoyed the free time in college too much.When I was 18 years old, I really never enjoyed such freedom. For me, happiness came too suddenly, but too slowly.But I am very content, even though I can still feel my father's "unfriendly" attitude when I call home occasionally, but I am not afraid anymore, even if I talk back to him in a bully way, he can't do anything to me , At most, he broke the phone hard and cursed at home.

In the four years of college, I only went home for a few days during the winter and summer vacations.Usually, when my mother misses me, she will often call. She always asks me "Do you want to talk to your dad?" I always answer "I have nothing to say" without exception, and then hang up the phone in a hurry.I don't know if my father is listening, I just feel that there is an insurmountable gap between me and him.The farther away from him, the freer I feel and the more comfortable I feel. This feeling is exactly what I yearned for when I was young.

On the Dragon Boat Festival before graduating from university, I went home.I casually told my father that I had already signed an employment agreement with a company in Guangzhou, and I would go south after graduation.My father took a bite of the zongzi and put it down. He froze for a few seconds and asked me coldly: "How far is it from our house to Guangzhou?" , It's almost here." As soon as I finished speaking, I received a heavy punch in the chest.I stood up like a conditioned reflex, and my father's second punch was empty, and hit the cabinet behind me all at once.

I can imagine how painful it must be to hit the cabinet with that fist, and I feel a little heartache in my heart, but I still didn't say a word of comfort.Come to think of it, it's been almost four years, and my father and I haven't spoken much.My mother quickly massaged the back of his purple hands. He stood there sulking, his face livid, but he didn't yell at me like before.After a while, he walked into the bedroom silently, closed the door, and then yelled loudly: "Boy, remember this for me. This is the 50th fist I hit you. Round up. You Don't think that if you go to the sky, I will have nothing to do with you!"

My mother pulled me and told me a lot of heartfelt words.I learned from my mother that, in fact, every time my father hit me, he remembered it very clearly.Those imprints on my body gradually faded over time, but my father remembered them all in his heart, and buried the reason why he hit me every time.

Recalling the reasons for my beatings over the years, I seem to realize something - skipping classes, fighting with others, stealing chickens and dogs, cheating on girls in lower grades, taking my father's hard-earned money to please the gangsters outside, my father was exhausted and sick. At that time, I didn't say a single thoughtful word, and even accused him of being incompetent... I think my father was not cruel to me for no reason, he was "hating iron but not steel".Every time I hit me, the fist fell on me, but what really hurt was my father's love-hate heart for me.

No one really knows their father, but we all have some kind of speculation or some kind of trust. /Ancient Greek playwright Menander

Ordinary Father, Extraordinary Love
Father was a scaffolder.I remember when I was 5 years old, my father went out to work for the first time.On the morning before leaving, he went to the room to see me and my brother, smiled and left.Mother sent father to the entrance of the village, and when she came back, there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

At the end of every month, my father would call home once.At that time, the telephone was still a luxury, and only Uncle Sun's family in the village had one.Every time, he would call Uncle Sun's house and ask him to inform my mother when to answer the phone at his house.When my mother heard the news, she always had a look of joy. Before answering the phone, she would simply dress up, and then lead my brother and I to Uncle Sun's house.

I love talking to my dad, he always brings us good news.He told my brother and I to study hard, listen to my mother at home, and said that when he came back, he would bring us instant noodles.When winter came, he said that he would bring us light snow shoes when we came back from the Spring Festival.When we were young, we all wore black-toed boots and didn't know what snow boots were.My father explained with a smile on the phone: "These shoes are great! They are very light and warm on the feet."

On New Year's Eve that year, my brother and I waited under the covers for the instant noodles brought back by my father, as well as the light and warm snow boots.However, I waited until 12 o'clock, and I still didn't see my father... My brother and I fell asleep in a daze.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, when I opened my eyes, I was pleasantly surprised to find two pairs of brand new shoes on the bedside, and a box of instant noodles not far away.I looked at the far right of the kang again. My father was sleeping soundly with a tired face, and he was snoring evenly.

While eating dumplings, my father told us about his life as a migrant worker, saying that he could eat delicious meat buns for breakfast every day, and every bite was full of oil; , when the time comes, the flight attendant will come to wake him up, and he will sleep until dawn, which is very comfortable.

In the following years, we have been looking forward to the wonderful world outside described by our father: Tiananmen Square in Beijing, Gulangyu Island in Xiamen, Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum in Nanjing... When we were young, my brother and I were very eager for the places mentioned by my father, and hoped that one day we could Go out of your hometown and go to those colorful places.

My father earns 700 yuan a month, usually 600 yuan will be sent home, and the remaining 100 yuan will be used as living expenses.For some time, for some unknown reason, my father didn't send any money back for several months, and he seldom made phone calls.When my brother and I started school, we had to pay tuition fees, and the family was farming to buy fertilizer. The family had very little money left, and even life became a problem.

In order to make ends meet, my mother took me and my elder brother to pick edamame on the ridge of the field all afternoon. At night, the three of us peeled edamame under the dim light.Tired all afternoon, I couldn't hold it anymore, and I went to bed and fell asleep within a short time.My brother is four years older than me. Even though he is sleepy and tired as a sensible person, he still accompanied my mother to finish peeling the edamame.

The next day, my mother took those edamame to the market and sold them for 40 yuan.The money allowed us to support until the end of the month.The following month, the postman brought my father's remittance slip to my mother.Later, we found out that the reason why my father did not send living expenses to the family for several months was because the contractor sneaked away the day before they finished the work. After several months of hard work, my father and the workers did not have a penny. get it.A week later, my father went to another construction site under the introduction of fellow workers.

In a flash, more than ten years have passed.My father traveled all over the world, working everywhere, and my brother and I grew up gradually.

After I went to college, I started to work and study. Although I didn’t make much money, I could at least cover my monthly food expenses.Occasionally, I still have a little surplus, and I save it together and save it for next year's tuition fees, so as to reduce the burden on my family.During the summer vacation of my sophomore year, my father happened to be working in the city where I was studying.In order to give him a surprise, I didn't tell him in advance, and I called him when I was about to arrive at my father's residence. I could feel a trace of surprise and expectation in my father's tone.

My father took me to a nearby small restaurant for dinner, and said, "I'll treat you well."Knowing that I love beer, my father specially ordered two bottles for me, and the dishes he ordered were all my favorites on weekdays.

During the dinner, I watched the rice in my father's bowl from time to time.When my father finished eating a bowl of rice and was about to get up, I quickly called the waiter and ordered him another bowl of rice. My father smiled embarrassedly.In fact, I know that my father is usually reluctant to spend money at all, and he just makes do with it every day. It is impossible to eat two pieces of cake or three bowls of rice in one meal like at home.I am not good at words, I can only express my love and understanding for my father in this way.

After the meal, my father took me to a large shopping mall.As soon as I entered, I immediately felt much cooler.My father said: "When I have nothing to do after get off work, I often come here to hang out. It's cool inside and I can watch TV." The place here is not too hot, even if you stay on the construction site all day, it's a bit stuffy. No matter how long you stay here, they won't say anything about you."

After listening to my father's words, I remembered an incident during the day: my father is now working with a group of workers in a high-end villa area.After picking me up at the station, I followed my father into the villa area, and my father told me not to talk and try to be as natural as possible.When I was about to reach my father's residence, several people in security uniforms came over, stopped my father, and asked, "Which department are you from?" My father looked a little embarrassed, and said anxiously, "It's from the decoration department." The security guard pointed to me next to my father, and asked, "What about him?" My father quickly said, "So does he." After speaking, the security guard walked away expressionlessly.

A few days later, my father sent me to the station.My father strode ahead of me, carrying some food and drink in his hand, ready for me to eat on the bus.The wind messed up his hair, and I suddenly discovered that there were some dazzling whites in my father's hair... I have grown up, but my father is already old.

After school started, in a literature class, the professor asked us: "Can the value of a person's life be measured by money?"

Somehow, I suddenly thought of my father, and of the same generation as my father.In this ever-changing era, some people can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars in a year or even a day, but people like my father who rely on hard work to make ends meet may not be able to earn that much money in their entire lives.But so what?My father used his sweat and pain to prop up a warm and happy home for me. Isn't this the most precious and respectable value of life?

We love our parents almost unconsciously, because this kind of love is as natural as human beings are alive, and it is only at the last moment of parting that we can see how deep this feeling is rooted. /French writer Maupassant

(End of this chapter)