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Chapter 959 Father's Story

"Prose Poems Written by My Father" is obviously more popular than "When I Became a Mother" on Mother's Day.

In fact, Li Yi guessed that "Prose Poems Written by My Father" would be popular on Father's Day, but he never expected that this work would be a hit, although it didn't become as popular as those popular songs. Anyone can hum a few lines.

However, it triggered a wave of collective memories. On the Internet, countless netizens shared stories about their father.

"Listening to this "Prose Poem Written by My Father" reminds me of my father, I don't know if it is because of a similar experience.

My father also has a notebook, but instead of prose poems, it records daily expenses and income, one by one, as clear as one yuan for breakfast, three yuan for lunch, and one by one. accounted for.

My hometown is in a village in the countryside. As far as I can remember, my father has been working part-time near the train station in the city. It is difficult to see him at ordinary times, and he only comes home once in a long time.

I remember that when I was admitted to a university in another city, my father took out a bag of money from the bank and counted each one with saliva, and counted again and again.When I was a freshman, I was obsessed with online games and often spent the whole night in Internet cafes outside the school.Although I felt a little wasted, the students around me were all pretty much the same, whether they were playing basketball, watching movies, or playing games online, I felt relieved, and felt that there was nothing wrong with everyone being like this.

When I went home during the summer vacation, I stayed at home for a few days and felt very bored, so I nervously proposed to my father that I wanted to go to his place to play for a few days.At least there are Internet cafes there!Unexpectedly, my father agreed for the first time.

When I came to the city, far away, as soon as I got off the train, I saw my father waiting at the exit of the train station.After a year of college life, for the first time, I felt that my father was so eye-catching in the crowd-the clothes were worn out and too big to fit.

I couldn't help reminding my father that the clothes were too old.

But my father said: "The one who works hard doesn't sit in an office. Why do you wear such new clothes?"

I said again: That's too big!

The father also said: The clothes are bigger, so that you can stretch your hands and feet when you are working, otherwise, as soon as you stretch out your hands, the clothes will be torn.

Speaking of this, many people may think that my father earns less money. I thought so too at the time, but what I didn’t expect was that in 2003, my father’s monthly income was more than 4000 yuan. It’s not that he has no money. , this income, at that time, was actually no worse than that of ordinary white-collar workers.

But what makes me even more incomprehensible and unimaginable is that my father, who has such an income, lives in the attic of a private house with only six or seven square meters.In addition to an iron frame bed, there is also a wooden shelf for the washbasin. On the enamel basin with many pieces of porcelain missing, there is an old towel that cannot be seen...

In fact, before that, I always thought that my father lived a very comfortable life in the city, but I never thought that it would be so poor.

My father took me back to my residence and said, "Sit down, I'm going to get busy."

With that said, he went downstairs and left.

I couldn't sit down at all, so I quietly closed the door, went downstairs, and followed my father. He wanted to see what his father was doing.

Now that I think about it, it's ridiculous that a son doesn't know what his father does.

With seven turns and eight turns, I followed my father to the cold storage.There were more than a dozen people similar to my father gathered there, some were pushing carts, some were carrying poles, and the general saw his father pushing his cart out from the guard.At this moment, a large truck entered the compound, and my father and the others rushed in behind the vehicle.A few minutes later, I saw my father. He was hunched over and carrying a big cardboard box. He walked a few steps, stopped for a while, wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel tied to his wrist, and walked a few steps forward to put the cardboard box on his back. Get on the trolley, then run to the big truck, and a few seconds later, another cardboard box is bent over.

After repeating this seven times, my father pushed the car and walked towards the icehouse, bowed his waist, and kicked his legs tightly. I could even see the blue veins on my father's legs tens of meters away.

I asked the doorman, how much money can I make once I move the goods?

The doorman told me, fifty cents a box.I calculated in my mind that my father transported seven boxes at a time and earned three yuan and fifty cents.

At that moment, I really, really felt sorry for my father, and I was really, really ashamed, ashamed of my ignorance and indulgence.

I went home that afternoon.I no longer think about surfing the Internet, my father's legs with blue veins are always shaking in front of my eyes.

I figured out how much my father's sweat was wasted in the Internet cafe, and the more I thought about it, the more ashamed I became.

When returning to school, my father took out a thick wad of money from the bank, counted and counted, and handed it to me.

I counted and said, "This semester is short, two thousand is enough."

As he said, he divided half of it and left it to his father.On this day, I made up my mind to be a good son and a good student.

However, this kind of thinking quickly became a passing phenomenon.When those old playmates yelled to go to the Internet cafe again, and when I saw familiar game patterns intentionally or unintentionally, I couldn't help but feel restless in my heart.Finally, I walked into the Internet cafe again.

During the National Day, the roommates organized to go to karaoke, go to the bar, and go to the sauna.The 2000 yuan I brought from home was gone by the end of October.

I could only bite the bullet and call my mother, using the excuse that I had an illness some time ago and the money I brought was spent.

However, I didn't expect it at all, because the lie this time made me feel extremely ashamed, hated myself extremely, and was young and ignorant.

I remember that on the afternoon of the third day after the phone call, the weather suddenly cooled down. At that time, I was playing cards with my classmates in the dormitory, and I received a call saying that someone was looking for me at the school gate.

When I ran to the school gate, I saw my father from a distance. I saw the father who was only in his 50s, but looked like a 70-year-old man. A bed of cotton wool.

Maybe it was because of lying, so I had a guilty conscience. I brought my father into the campus and asked him in a low voice: "Why are you here? I left an account number for my mother, and you just put the money into that card. You have traveled so far. Carrying this thing on my back is hard work and a waste of money."

My father smiled flatteringly at me and said, "I heard from your mother that you were sick some time ago. How are you doing now? Are you okay? Eat well and take care of yourself. You don't have to worry about living expenses, as long as you can afford it. Good health, good grades in school, no matter how much living expenses, your dad can afford it. It's cold, this is the cotton tire your mother made for you with the cotton she grew."

I could only mumble and say, "It's already...already..."

On the way to the teaching building, my father said: "Seeing that you are well, I am relieved. I will go back after I give you the living expenses. It will not affect you."

I took the money from my father, and was about to take my father to live in the hostel of the school. My father said again: "Winter vacation will be in two months, right? I brought you 3000 yuan this time. You just got sick. , you have to eat well and keep your body strong so that you can have the energy to go to school."

Father stopped in his tracks, looked at me and said, "Go back!"

(End of this chapter)