Old daddy

Everyone in Lu Cun knows that Li Laotou, the village head, is a nostalgic person, and his sons who work in the city directly call him "nostalgic father"; The name gradually spread in the village.

Dad's surname is Li. It is said that this is not a villager. During the Cultural Revolution, he was severely criticized. I don't know who Lu Cun listens to, so I came here by myself. Indeed, at that time, this small mountain village was almost isolated from the rest of the world, and the wind was surging outside. The village is still as calm as before. Dad came to Lu village and lived there for half a century. Later, he found a girl in the village and gave birth to a son named Zhang Kai after his mother. The baby studied hard and was admitted to the best university in the province. On that day, dad's mouth was wide open and his smile was bright.

Dad likes to walk and have a look at the entrance of Lucun Village every day. When he is tired of standing, he will sit under the old tree at the entrance of the village to enjoy the cool. I don't know if dad and Sophora japonica have been together for a long time, and homesickness has extended to Sophora japonica. He always said that the old Sophora japonica looked like him, everywhere.

So at the end of the year, my father's son said that he would come back from the city for the Spring Festival. My father stood at the entrance of the village every morning with a gadget in his hand. It was a small wooden luban lock with some faint patterns printed on it, which had yellowed and faded under the erosion of years; A few pieces on the edge, and several cracks that are not deep or shallow grow on the original texture.

It was 30 years ago that my father went to the market in the next town to buy it. That day, Kyle followed his father on the mountain road all morning and almost sprained his ankle. He followed his father to buy two Jin of pork in the market-he had never seen so much meat, nor had he ever seen his father smile so happily. On the way home, Kyle was wearing a Luban lock, jumping and laughing. ...

At this time, someone walked by the village entrance and sighed and said to his father, "Don't wait, Kyle won't come back."

Dad wasn't annoyed either. He fiddled with the Luban lock and said with a smile, "Almost there, almost there." When he left, dad sighed slightly and turned back to the house, leaving a long figure.

Dad came home, and then there was a short, harsh cry, "Dad-Dad-",which was dad's parrot. Papa parrot has kept it for three years. Three years ago, when Zhang Kai came home, he was afraid that his father would be bored at home, so he bought a parrot and brought it back to accompany him to relieve boredom. The parrot learns to speak like his son. For three years, my father stayed with the parrot day after day in that house full of sundries.

It's finally the 30th anniversary. Dad is very busy today. He went to the market to buy fish and sell meat in the morning and has been busy cooking dinner since afternoon. In winter, the sun is warm, and the sun shines on the thick fat layer of pork, which makes the already attractive meat shine with strange luster. Torre's sweat fell on the pigskin, making a slight ripple.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Dad's New Year's Eve dinner was basically ready. He patted the cuff, put jiaozi with cabbage and pork stuffing on two plates, walked to the village with his hands behind his back, and stared at the dusty country road ahead.

15, 16, 17, 18 ...

Dad waited until dark and didn't see his son. He went to the bare old pagoda tree and touched it. The old pagoda tree is the only tree left at the entrance to the village. When the road was being built a few years ago, the construction team planed all the trees on this land without saying anything. It was dad who forced him to death, leaving this old pagoda tree and a small pagoda tree beside him. But not long after, the small locust tree was chopped to death by a flash of lightning in the rainstorm. From then on, my father felt that the old locust tree was very lonely. His rough palm caressed the rough bark of the old locust tree, which felt like "caring for each other".

The lights of every household in the village are on, two or three children set off firecrackers in the yard, and plumes of white smoke are on with the lights of dad's house. A broken "little pig" lantern is hung at the door, emitting dim red light. The lantern is wrapped in a thin layer of oil paper, and some faded patterns on it are written by dad himself in crayons. It's not very beautiful but it's quite festive.

Dad sat under the tree, looked at every family in the village and carefully recalled his life.

After my father came to Lu Cun, he taught in a house at the entrance to the village. Originally, there were few children studying in the village, and because of the Cultural Revolution, Dad's students were as precious as ginseng fruit. Dad is looking forward to resuming the college entrance examination day and night, hoping that one of his students can go to college in the city. But later, with the last student in the "school" dropping out of school, Dad's dream was shattered. The house at the entrance of the village, once a school, became his home.

Later, he also had a son, who was born in vain and beautiful. Dad looked at him all day and was very happy. Spring ploughing is busy, autumn harvest is happy, and dad's life is also moist.

Life passed quickly and comfortably until I was thirty.

It was very cold that winter, and the snow on the mountain was covered with a new layer before it melted. There are many potholes in the ravine. Even the old people who go up the mountain every day in the village should be extra careful when they are covered with snow. But at this time, dad insisted on taking Kyle to the market to buy pork.

When he came back that time, Kyle was very happy, skipping all the way, holding a small Luban lock in his hand-it was bought for him by his father when he collected it. Suddenly, Kyle somehow stumbled and stumbled out of a few steps, just stepping on a piece of thin ice, slipped and fell sideways on the side of the road, and the whole person rolled down the hillside. Dad listened to Kyle's screams, his heart was half cold, and he dragged his legs and ran to the mountains. All day, dad searched for Kyle in the mountains, but in vain. Finally, he saw a little Luban locked in a beach of hay.

Later, I heard that my father was ill. Later, my father became very nostalgic; Later, I heard that my father recognized an adopted son, also called Zhang Kai.

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"Boom" of thunder flashed across the sky, like a dragon in the sky, and like a ghost catching people; After the thunder drowned the firecrackers, a heavy rain began.

In the thunderstorm, a flash of lightning hit the old tree at the head of the village. The next morning, the villagers found their missing father under the tree.