Father's backpack

? As far as I can remember, my father kept his big military green backpack. My father used it to carry our childhood and the whole family. Today, it is still in my father's cupboard. Although it is not used now, it has always been there.

? I remember that at that time, my father always carried 100 kilograms of things over mountains and mountains to go home. At that time, someone in the village had just installed a telephone, which is what we are talking about now. Where does the whole village call and ask when the husband who works outside will come home? I vaguely remember the scene at that time.

? A small room is crowded with aunts and grandmothers in the village. They are all waiting for the phone call. At this time, my mother will drag me to call my father after dinner. My mother is not afraid of anything except night on weekdays. Mother is superstitious about ghosts at night and never dares to go out alone for fear of encountering unclean things on the road. In fact, I am extremely reluctant to go out with my mother. With my mother around, I can't be presumptuous and free, but I have to give in to my mother's arrogance. We gathered around a crimson landline, waiting for the call. When it's our turn, mother will give the number to Third Grandma and ask her to dial. At that time, it seemed that no one in the group would use this high technology except her club as the host. As soon as the phone is dialed, my mother will pick up the receiver at the signal of Third Grandma. After asking dad about his recent situation and the date of coming home, she will pass me the receiver. But at this time I often don't answer like a monster. When my mother saw that I didn't answer, she passed it directly to my ear. I don't remember what posture I was in. It seems that I just learned my mother's appearance ... hey ... hey ... and then I dodged. Mom was not annoyed at this time, just put the microphone to her ear again and continued to say a few words. Then the host family came to see the time, and the money was calculated, one yuan a minute.

Then a few days before the Chinese New Year, we will receive an order from my mother to let my brother and I carry a basket to pick up my father. My brother and I walked along the road, and then we saw a big green dot moving slowly on a broken road. We knew it was our father, and then we watched the figure getting closer and closer, from a small point to a living person standing in front of us. At this time, dad would put down his backpack, put a box and some bags tied to his backpack in our basket, and then lead us home together. Every time this time is our happiest time.

? At dinner in the evening, the atmosphere was very active and my mother was very happy. Then there will be more good dishes on the table than usual. Then after dinner, I can't wait for my father to open his backpack. It feels like a grand and solemn ceremony. Then we will take out a bag of candy from the bag, and we will open the plastic bag together and pick out the favorite candy and put it in our pockets. Mom will let us bring some fudge to grandpa, because grandpa has no teeth at that time, but he is still strong and can climb from the foot of the mountain to his home halfway up the mountain with a big bundle of corn. Then there is a bag of fried peanuts and sometimes a few canned pork. Then put forward a pair of shoes. My father looked at the size of the shoes and said who they were for, so let them try on the size. If I didn't get it, I looked in my bag, and then New Pants ran out with new clothes and shoes. Then one by one happily ran into the room to change clothes and ran out. My parents looked at the size, so they changed it and put it in their own boxes. Each of us has a foam box, and my father brings it back every time he comes home. At that time, he was working in a refrigeration plant, and there would be these foam boxes in the factory. He came back from hundreds of kilometers away, and it was also convenient to pack things he couldn't put back. Every year, except my parents, my grandfather and my brother have new clothes and shoes. My parents don't buy themselves new clothes every year.

My father is very kind when he comes home every year. He likes to play with us. At that time, we were poor and had no money to buy fireworks. Our only toy is firecrackers. A group of children waited for the adults to set off firecrackers in front of the temple, and then went to pick up the unlit firecrackers. After the firecrackers were set off at home, the three brothers squatted in the firecrackers pile and threw them in the leather pile, then ran into the house to eat. Occasionally, I am unhappy because of a few firecrackers. After dinner, it is already dark, and my father will take us to the yard to set off firecrackers. He used cigarette butts, and we pulled out a stick of incense from the crack of the door and set off firecrackers in the yard. It was dark, and my mother was afraid that we would blow ourselves up and drive us back, so she respectfully put the incense back.

My father usually leaves around the tenth day of the new year. A green backpack, a white snakeskin bag, go out with your luggage. My mother always sends my father to the foot of the mountain and lets us watch the door at home, but we usually ignore these and just play with toys. I only vaguely remember him walking out of the gate with his bag on his back. The sky is clear, and occasionally a white cloud floats by. My father is still very young, with black hair and no vicissitudes on his face.

Time is still far away, once a backpack curled up in the cupboard, once a teenager, years covered his face.