There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 26 The Myth of Love
Just for a moment, just in ordinary life, love showed us a myth...One night, a father and daughter were speeding down the road on a motorcycle, and they were scrambling to get to a party.

Daughter: "Slow down...I'm afraid..."

Dad: "No, time is running out, we are going to miss the appointment."

Daughter: "Please Daddy, this is so scary."

Dad: "Okay, but you have to say, good dad, I love you."

Daughter: "Good Daddy, I love you, can you slow down now?"

Dad: "Hold me tightly." The daughter hugged Dad tightly.

Daughter: "Can you slow down now?"

Dad: "Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It makes me uncomfortable and interferes with my driving."

The next day, the newspaper reported that a motorcycle crashed into a building due to brake failure. There were two people on board, one died and the other survived.

The father who was driving knew the brakes were not working, but he didn't let his daughter know because it would scare her.Instead, he makes his daughter say she loves him one last time, hugs him one last time, and makes her wear his helmet, and, as a result, she lives and he dies.

Just for a moment, just in ordinary life, love shows us a myth.

Ten yuan supplementary examination fee
I can't understand how much pain he has experienced, but I can deeply feel his deep love for his son.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, I just caught up with the opening of English courses in junior high school.But in the first semester of the first year of junior high school, no one taught us this course in my rural middle school.The principal explained to us that the school does not have an English teacher.Although the school has sent a math teacher to Huanggang to learn English, he will not be able to teach us until he comes back next semester.

In the second semester of junior high school, the teacher came back, but he only went through a short-term training for one semester, and his English level can be imagined. In the end, we also learned a mess.For this reason, the principal invited a real English teacher to make up lessons for us during the holiday.The make-up class lasts for half a month, but there is a fee for making up the class, [-] yuan per person.

After I got home, I immediately told my parents about it.My father was very happy when he heard this, and said, "It's a good thing that someone has made up the class. You go, study hard, and you must catch up with this class." Mother didn't say a word, frowned lightly, and sighed faintly.

Children from poor families are sensible early.As soon as my mother sighed, I immediately came to my senses. I was afraid that my family could not afford the ten yuan tuition fee.So I muttered, "If the family has no money, I won't make up this class!" My mother didn't make a sound, but my father slapped his thigh and shouted, "Why don't you make up for it? Make up!

I will find a way to deal with the money! "What my father said to find a way was to go out to borrow money. That night, my father went out to borrow money after eating. A few months ago, my mother was sick and hospitalized, and the hospital expenses were borrowed by my father traveling from house to house. But the money has not been repaid, can my father borrow money again? I was a little worried, and lay on the bed with my eyes wide open waiting for news from my father.

My father didn't come back until midnight, and I listened carefully, and I heard the voice of him talking to my mother. He said, "I went to nine houses and didn't borrow any money." My mother complained to him: "We borrowed money." Others’ money hasn’t been repaid yet, so of course they won’t borrow it. In my opinion, our child shouldn’t be enrolled in any supplementary classes.” “How can this be possible?” The father’s voice grew louder, “We can’t let the child go to school anyway .Let’s think of a way slowly, anyway, there is still one month before July 7th.” The mother didn’t say anything, and sighed heavily again.This sigh went straight to my heart, and I understood the helplessness and sorrow in that sigh.

At noon the next day, the production team had finished work for a long time, and my father hadn't come back yet, so my mother asked me to see the third uncle next door.The third uncle told me that after my father finished work, he went to the ruined temple behind the village alone.

There is a small temple behind our village, which has been collapsed for many years. Apart from a few ruined walls, there are only waist-deep weeds.There are few people there all year round, so what is father going to do?

I walked towards the ruined temple behind the village with doubts, and from a distance, I saw my father bent over, flipping bricks among the ruined walls, as if he was looking for treasure, with a concentrated appearance.I asked my father what this was for. He raised his head, raised a bottle in his hand, and said with joy, "Look, what's in my bottle?" I saw that there were two big centipedes in the bottle.My father wiped his sweat with his hand, and there were a few black marks on his face, which were the accumulated dust on the broken bricks.

My father smiled very happily. He told me that he found out today that the health center of the commune would buy centipedes for Chinese medicine. A 5-inch long centipede can be sold for 4 cents, and a 3-inch long centipede can be sold for 5 cents. . "The two centipedes I caught, one is more than 3 inches long, and the smaller one is also 6 inches. This is [-] cents. According to this calculation, in less than a month, your tuition fee will be enough. .”

I got excited when I heard it, and I wanted to catch centipedes there too.But my father grabbed me by the collar and took me home. Along the way, he said to me: "Do you think catching centipedes is fun? If you get stung by them, it will be a disaster."

My father's words can't scare me.After school that afternoon, I went to the ruined temple behind the village and rummaged among the bricks.I searched for a long time, but found nothing.When it was dark, the production team called it a day, and my father rushed over.When he saw me, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he roared: "Why don't you listen to what I said? You brat, see if I don't kill you!" He made a gesture to hit me, but the raised slap Did not fall on my face, "You have to be obedient! The centipede is very poisonous. If you are stung by a centipede, I am afraid that spending 10 yuan will not be able to cure your injury. At that time, your make-up lessons will really matter. There is no hope for you." My father's words were reasonable, so I had to obediently stand aside and watch how my father caught the centipede.

My father removed the bricks from the wall one by one, and told me that centipedes like shade and would hide in the cracks in the bricks.After dismantling it like this for a while, when my father lifted a brick, a centipede got out from the crack of the brick and ran along the residual wall.I was afraid that the centipede would escape, so I quickly picked up a branch on the ground and hit the centipede, but my father blocked the branch with his hand, and the back of his hand was hit by my branch hard.He accurately pressed the head and tail of the centipede with both hands, lifted the centipede, and put it into the bottle.After closing the bottle cap, he went to rub the back of his hand that was hurt, and said happily at the same time:

"It's dangerous! The forty cents was almost scrapped by you. You have to know that what the health center buys are intact centipedes. If the skin is a little bit torn, they will lower the price. If you beat this centipede to pieces, Where can I sell it?"

Because my father didn't allow me to catch centipedes, I didn't go there in the future.It was my father, who went to the ruined temple behind the village on time as soon as he finished work every day.In my memory, my father barely had lunch in those few days, because when he came back from the ruined temple, the bell for the production team to start work rang, so he had to work on an empty stomach with tools.But in those days, his face was always full of smiles, because every day he would harvest one or two centipedes.He carefully bowed the captured centipede with a small piece of bamboo. One end of the bamboo piece supported the centipede's head and the other end supported the centipede's tail. Dry on windowsill.

It was about the fifth day. In the evening, my father poured out a captured centipede from the bottle and was about to bow it with a piece of bamboo, but the centipede ran away, so my father had to catch it.I don't know if it was too impatient or something, but as soon as my father's fingers touched the centipede, I heard my father yell "ah", he was stung by the centipede.But my father didn't let go, and still bowed the centipede. When he put the centipede on the window sill, I saw the muscles on my father's face twisted, and he sucked in pain.I wanted to see my father's wound, but he pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's okay, it's like an ant stung me, nothing happened." My mother panicked too, and wanted to send him to the clinic, but he yelled at her Get up: "I like to make a fuss! Do you have to go to the clinic like this? It's okay, just get some sleep and you'll be fine tomorrow."

As a result, when eating breakfast the next day, the index finger of my father's right hand was swollen like a carrot, and he couldn't even hold the chopsticks.But he still went to work, and he still went to the ruined temple behind the village after work. My mother told me that my father was so painful that he couldn’t sleep all night. In order not to disturb us and prevent himself from groaning, he bit the pillow But he refused to go to the health center.He said that after finally catching a few centipedes, he could get some money back.He couldn't waste money because of this injury.Hearing this, I couldn't restrain myself anymore, and burst into tears. It took ten days for my father's fingers to gradually subside.During this period, he never saw the wound or took any medicine, and he continued to work and catch centipedes as before.He has obviously lost a lot of weight. I can't understand how much pain he has experienced, but I can deeply feel his deep love for his son.

After 29 days like this, 5 centipedes aired out on the window sill of my house.I have repeatedly measured with a ruler. There are 17 pieces that are more than 12 inches long.There are 9 three or four inches long.In this way, it can be sold for 2 yuan and 10 cents.As long as my father catches two or three more centipedes, my tuition fee of [-] yuan will be settled.While the family was rejoicing about the upcoming victory, something unexpected happened.

After lunch that day, the bell rang for the production team to go to work, but my father hadn't come back yet.My mother was worried, so she went with me to the ruined temple behind the village to find my father.When we walked to the ruined temple, we found that my father had fallen into a pile of bricks and was unconscious.My mother and I were so frightened that we didn't know what to do. We hurriedly lifted our father and ran to the commune health center.The doctor checked and said that my father had broken his left arm and had to be hospitalized.It turned out that my father stepped on the air while catching centipedes on the remnant wall and fell off the wall.

That afternoon, as soon as my father woke up, he yelled to go home. He still said the same thing: "I'm fine with this injury. I can't lie in the hospital and waste money." But this time, no matter how much he yelled, I and I His mother didn't let him go.

The next day, when my mother and I were not paying attention, my father sneaked out of the clinic and ran back home. No matter how much my mother and I persuaded him, he would not go back to the clinic.He said, anyway, the arm has been splinted, it's not in the way, and there's no need to spend that much money.

After two months, my father's arm finally healed, which is something I am very grateful for.But in the end, I failed to enter the English supplementary class, because I sold the 29 centipedes as my father's medical expenses.

Later, as soon as my father mentioned this matter, he blamed himself and said that he was too useless, which prevented me from entering the make-up class.But I didn't regret not being able to enter the make-up class at all. On the contrary, I felt warm and happy.Although I lost a chance to make up a lesson, I felt the most precious thing in the world, that is my father's deep love. (Fang Guanqing)
worst moment

In the heart of the father, there is nothing more dangerous than the threat to the life of his daughter, because no one can replace his daughter, including his own life... As a policeman, he has experienced many battles and has been shot by gangsters. More than 20 years of public security career are written on his resolute face.

At this moment, he is sitting in front of the camera, calm, easy-going, and smiles shyly when he hears the interesting words of the guests.

An audience member asked him, I have read your report, you have fought with gangsters with bare hands, and you have confronted gangsters with live ammunition, now you are said to have five gunshot wounds on your body, may I ask which battle was the most dangerous and the most lethal? Are you unforgettable?

He tilted his head and said calmly: "That's my job. When I rush up, I won't feel any danger. If there was, then maybe it was that time."

"Five years ago, my daughter was five years old. My daughter was born on May [-]th. I happened to be on vacation that day. I took my daughter to the park to play. There were many tourists in the park. The atmosphere was very good. I didn't feel any difference. My daughter was having fun. Then I walked away, but I still kept my eyes on her. At this moment, I saw a middle-aged man walking by in front of me, and the man glanced at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I went out Because of professional sensitivity, I think this person seems familiar, but I can't remember where I saw him."

"I saw the man walking straight towards my daughter, and I suddenly realized that this man looked very much like the suspect in a case I sponsored many years ago."

"My first instinct was that he knew my daughter, and he wanted to take my daughter hostage to take revenge on me. At that moment, my heart jumped wildly. I stood up and wanted to rush forward, but when I saw him standing on my side Looking at my daughter, I can't even take a step, and I can't shout."

"But the strange thing is that the man stood for a while and then walked away."

"When I thought about it again, I couldn't help but laugh. The suspect back then has long been brought to justice, and the middle-aged man just looks a lot like him."

"This was the first time I felt the most dangerous moment since I was working in the police, and I still remember it vividly."

After he finished speaking, many audience members responded with warm applause.In front of the TV, I almost shed tears for a people's policeman and a good father.

(Liang Yanjun)

(End of this chapter)