My dad's life

After dinner, the little guy asked his mother to paint with her.

Mother Lan had nothing to do, so she leaned forward, and the three of them started drawing together.

Lan Caiyi and Lan Mama are both proficient in Chinese painting. They have been systematically trained since childhood. Lan Caiyi is good at landscape painting, Lan Caiyi is good at meticulous painting, and the little guy is good at scribbling...

Although my mother and grandmother did not paint as good-looking, but because they accompany him, the little guy got more fun, so although the paintings drawn are not the best, they are the most imaginative and happiest.

Father Fang had dinner and watched the little guy go to paint. There was nothing for him, so he walked into the yard, leaned on the recliner and looked at the stars in the north, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Yuan feels a little strange. He rarely sees Fang's father like this. He is usually impatient and reckless. He has never had such feelings.

Mother Fang was cleaning up the dishes, and Fang Yuan followed to the kitchen to help, "What happened to my dad?"

"What's wrong?" Fang's mother who was washing the dishes raised her head and asked.

"I feel that his mood is not right tonight!" Fang Yuan leaned in front of her and said quietly.

"No, didn't you see him having fun with Xinxin before?" Fang's mother was a little confused.

"Look at him, is this also called?" Fang Yuan pointed out the kitchen window.

Mother Fang frowned when she saw Father Fang staring at the starry sky through the glass window.

"I guess there is something in your father's mind. By the way, did you say anything in the yard before?" Mother Fang knew her husband very well and knew that he must be hiding something in his heart.

"It's okay, I just said that he treats Xinxin very well now, and bought her a swing specially. When I was a child, I asked him to tie a rope to the tree and I didn't want to." Fang Yuan thought about it, and said with some confusion.

"Then did your father say anything?" Fang's mother asked suspiciously.

"He said that you are a boy, you must be strong, and you must learn to take care of yourself." Fang Yuan repeated what Dad Fang said just now, always feeling that this sentence was a bit inexplicable.

Fang's mother appeared in a daze upon hearing the words, and then turned around to continue washing her dishes.

"Mom, do you know what? Tell me quickly." Fang Yuan was curiously scratching like a cat now.

"It's all about the older generation, what do you know?" Fang's mother kept saying.

"Mom, I'll help you wash the dishes, just tell me." Fang Yuan pleaded, grabbing Fang's mother by the arm.

"Daughters are so old, why are you still like a child." Mother Fang said this, but smiled on her face.

"No matter how old, I am your son too!" Fang Yuan grabbed her arm to prevent her from washing.

"You...!" Mother Fang smiled and shook her head.

Fang Yuan's movements reminded her of the past. When she was a child, Fang Yuan wanted to buy snacks or toys. She likes to pull her arm and begged like this, just like yesterday, but in a blink of an eye his daughters have grown up, and she is old too...!

"Mom?" Fang Yuan looked at Fang's mother in a daze, so she raised her voice and called out.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Mother Fang stuffed the dishcloth into his hand.

"Just the sentence I repeated just now, is there any problem with that sentence?" Fang Yuan asked while brushing his bowl.

"That sentence is actually what your grandma said to your father." Mother Fang sighed while looking at Father Fang in the yard outside the window.

"My grandma?" Fang Yuan was very surprised when he heard this.

Because in his memory, Dad Fang seemed to have never mentioned anything about his family, and I remember asking when he was younger, Dad Fang just coldly told him that he was dead.

"Your father has three brothers. He is the youngest one. During the three years of natural disasters, your grandma gave him two steamed buns and drove him out of the house. Because he had one more mouth and he had no labor.

The only thing he told him was the sentence just now. Your father was leaning on two steamed buns all the way south, almost starving to death on the road."

Mother Fang looked at Father Fang outside the window, with a fog in her eyes. The three-year natural disaster did not have a great impact on the fishermen who were close to the sea. Those who starved to death were eaten in the soil.

But she learned from Fang's father's past words that those three years were extremely miserable, not to mention that Fang's father was only seven or eight years old.

Fangyuan has never experienced it, but has heard that according to official data, the number of abnormal deaths during the three-year period was 10 million, but the specific number is not repeated here.

Mother Fang retracted her gaze and continued: "Later, your father met a man named lame fourth, and he asked your father to work for him and gave him a bite of food, so he didn't starve to death."

"Daddy is so small, what can he do?" Fang Yuan put down the rag in his hand and said.

Mother Fang did not explain, but continued, "At that time, large-scale steelmaking was carried out, and steelmaking naturally required coal. After the charcoal truck passed, some of the roads would fall off.

The lame fourth took control of several children and asked them to pick up briquettes. When they collected more, he would take them to exchange food coupons with others. He was not bad, and he finally gave him a bite of food, so your dad survived. ."

Fang Yuan felt a little sad when he heard this, because the lame fourth could think of it, and others would definitely think of it. The final result would be unavoidable to solve it by force. Perhaps Fang’s father’s character was developed at that time, because he was so good to talk, he might have starved to death long ago. Up.

"What about the lame fourth? And why did my dad become a soldier?"

"Three years of natural disasters have passed, and within a few years the lame fourth was arrested for speculation. Your father and the others were also sent to the orphanage. Later, they joined the army through the recommendation of the orphanage." Mother Fang continued.

"Then did Dad go back to see it?"

Fang's mother shook her head when she heard the words, "Later, I heard that the lame fourth child died in jail, and your grandma's house, your father couldn't let go of the knot, and he never went back."

He glanced at Father Fang, who was leaning on a chair outside the window, and Fang Yuan understood his feelings a bit. He was kicked out of the house at such a young age. In fact, his grandma had already given up on him and didn't want him to survive.

"After so many years, grandma should have passed away?" Fang Yuan asked with some emotion.

"Who knows, if she is still alive, she should be more than eighty years old." Mother Fang said, turned around and took the tea cup on the dinner table, and then made a cup of tea.

"By the way, why haven't you heard you talk about Grandpa?" Fang Yuan asked strangely.

"Your grandpa participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aid and Aid Korea and was injured on the battlefield. A few years after your father was born, he died."

Mother Fang stuffed the teacup in his hand and motioned to him to send it to Father Fang.

Fang Yuan was holding a tea cup, thinking of a woman with three children, suddenly understood a little bit about her grandma's situation back then, but felt indignant at her behavior and felt even more sad for Fang's father.