happy looking back

Picking up another cantaloupe and pinching it hard, there was a crisp sound of "pop", the cantaloupe split in two, and the yellow melon sac water and light yellow cantaloupe seeds dripped out from the gap between father's fingers.

"It's so sweet!" After taking half of the melon in my father's hand, I couldn't wait to lick a sip of the yellow sac water. The taste of sweet water moved me to tears: How long have I not eaten fruit?Grandpa's loving face suddenly appeared in his mind, and his heart was dull, "Grandpa—" he blinked and looked at the cantaloupe in his hand, thinking whether to take it back and share it with grandpa, and then casually hug grandpa's thick legs , Consolidate and consolidate the position.

"Father still has some in the basket, let's eat, baby." Dad leaned over and picked me up. I turned my head and saw that there were seven or eight muskmelons smaller than my hand in the bamboo basket behind Dad.Since there is no shortage of grandpa's bite, I feel at ease that "Gaba" will take a big bite.

"Eat slowly." Dad wiped the juice from the corner of my mouth with a big hand before I swallowed it, and looked at me with a pair of gentle eyes smiling.It seems that as long as he watches me eat, he is as satisfied as if he has eaten.

"Father eats too." I grabbed my father's arm and handed half a melon he was pinching to the young father's mouth.

"Dad still thinks the baby's hand is sweeter." Dad looked at me with a smirk.But my eyes were sore, looking at only half of the cantaloupe left in my hand.I should pretend not to know, because I am only five years old, and it is the best consolation for them to accept the gift from the elders.

"Father change it." I deliberately compared the one in my hand with the one in my father's hand, then looked at my father with a sly smile, and confidently asked for a cantaloupe that was not bitten in the young father's hand.

Happily holding the other half of the cantaloupe in his hand, lying in his father's arms and watching the crescent moon swaying gently in the sky.It's good to be cared for by relatives. I unconsciously bowed my head into my father's arms, looking for a comfortable place, and when I closed my eyes, my head became dizzy like this.

"You are an excellent father." Li Xiqing muttered to herself, staring blankly at the largest melon in her hand, her slender fingers delicately tracing the emerald green stripes on the melon.His eyes drifted away, which made the father who had always been thoughtful like dust couldn't help but slightly frowned.When I was a little sleepy, I heard Li Xiqing murmuring, and my scattered thoughts came back a little bit.

"I believe that all parents in the world love their children, maybe they express it in different ways." The father didn't know what happened to the young man in front of him, but when he first saw him, he felt a kind of lonely indifference. There are too many difficult men hidden in the depths.

"Where are Kimura's parents?" Li Xiqing suddenly raised her head, with a hostile sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, looking at her father sharply.The father holding me was shocked, and I secretly prayed in my heart that my father would not be sloppy on this issue: pale sophistry and too cruel truth will make Li Xiqing lose the basic trust in his father.

Having been a high school teacher for the past few years, I know too well the rebelliousness and extremes in the hearts of big boys of seventeen or eighteen years old. If one fails, he will overthrow all trust in you in an instant.Although young people in this era are very precocious, especially Li Xiqing, I can see a complete personality and a careful way of thinking in him.But the smarter the person is, once he gets to the tip of the horn, even nine cows will not be able to pull him back.

"I heard from my father that Kimura was born in China, and his father's family in Japan was the samurai noble honor of the Tokugawa shogunate. After Japan surrendered in [-], a large number of senior generals retreated urgently. At that time, Kimura's parents Putting Kimura, who was only a little over a month old, at Li Gui's door—" Every time my father mentioned this childhood companion, deep regret and pain would always appear on his face.

"Hmph—" Li Xiqing snorted mockingly at the corner of his cold mouth when he heard this.

"Li Gui's ancestors were wealthy, and they can be regarded as a scholarly family. When Mr. Li adopted Kimura, he found out that he was Japanese, because the child's parents did not want to hide the identity of the child. Unfortunately, Mr. Li suffered from illness in the second year of adopting Kimura. Passed away. The young Kimura had the closest relationship with Li Gui." The father sighed a long time, perhaps no one is more sad than Kimura to lose his brother Li Gui.

"If they want to take the child away—" Li Xiqing didn't believe that there was any reason or difficulty for a parent to make the decision to give up the child.If they want to take the child away, there must be a way. Li Xiqing believes that everything is human.

"I don't know either. Uncle Zhang said that Japanese nobles value blood inheritance very much. They will not let children of unknown origin or children who have not entered the genealogy survive in this world." Father shook his head helplessly, a pair of strong arms I can't help but tighten my arms.

Whether to let the child die from the stubbornness and corruption of his own family, or to let him fend for himself, obviously Kimura's parents chose the latter.As far as the child is concerned, he has a [-] in [-] chance of survival, and as far as the parents are concerned, they may not feel so guilty.For human nature, this seems too cruel.

I looked at the silent father with admiration, because although the answer was quite satisfactory, it left too much for people to think about.

"If a pair of parents left a one-year-old child to be taken care of by an elderly person, they would not care about it for more than ten years. Suddenly one day they got rich and thought of this child. A phone call made a pair of hard-working old people disappear. This child What should I do?" Li Xiqing gradually calmed down, her dark and sharp eyes could not hide too much nostalgia, hatred and confusion.

"You already have the answer." The father smiled lightly, very much like the grandpa Zhang, an old fairy.I scratched my head secretly: why didn't I see any signs?

"I'm sorry." Li Xiqing took a bite of the melon, and the juicy sweet water slipped from the corner of her mouth.

"It's very sweet." Li Xiqing raised the melon in his hand, smiling like a mature man.From the corner of his eyes, he looked at Li Xiqing in a daze, as if he had matured a lot in an instant, and his whole body was shining uncontrollably.Gum pain from jealousy in my heart: the future must be a lure!

"Baby grinds teeth, is it because there are roundworms in the stomach?" The young father heard my "creaking" grinding teeth faintly, patted my back nervously, and muttered when he would go to Grandpa Jane to catch it. Order pagoda candy to kill the roundworms in my stomach.

My heart trembled, and I quickly relaxed my whole body, and fell asleep "hula-la", even if I was killed, I wouldn't eat that stuff.One such unbearable experience is enough, I don't dare to find a long worm coming out of my body when squatting in the hut, it makes people shudder to think about it.

Obediently closing eyes to sleep, feeling surrounded by coolness, swaying lightly.In the blink of an eye, the drowsy bug crawled up the tip of the eyelid again.Unconsciously, he burrowed under his father's armpit, his head sank, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"Officer Chen! What's the matter with you kid? You bit another kid again!" A female teacher with thick-rimmed glasses pulled my clothes and lifted me up to the podium.I can't see the dense crowd of students in the audience, but I can feel their disgust and indifference.

"Don't apologize yet!" Her ears were picked up, and she was dragged out of the classroom.There were whispers of ridicule from the audience, and I faintly wanted to shout in my heart, but my mind went blank when the name came to my mouth.

"The seed without father and mother is lack of education!"

"Ms. Guo, if he doesn't quit school, my child won't be here anymore!"

"Principal, I can't teach Chen Guan this child!"

"Let him drop out of school! It doesn't look like he will be very promising."

"Let him drop out of school!"

"Let him drop out of school!"

"..."

There seemed to be ten mouths sternly accusing my ears, and I was lonely and helpless in my heart. I looked up and tried desperately to find a familiar figure.However, apart from pieces of fragmented black and white, everything seemed dull without any color.

"Am I alone?" I looked at the void around me in confusion, and there seemed to be a voice in my heart shouting loudly: Baby!we need you!Slowly coming out of the chaos, young fathers, mothers, grandpas, grandmas, and all the people I knew, they smiled and walked towards me slowly, but they dissipated like bubbles when I flew past happily.

"Don't—" I sat up abruptly from the bed, sweating profusely, and didn't bother to wipe it off. I hurriedly looked at the mottled and dilapidated walls around me, and the rows of lifelike Chinese zodiac signs on the bedside table.

"Damn it! How could the shit that happened 800 years ago appear in the dream! Unlucky in the dream, you must be lucky in reality, ah! My delicious food!" When I thought of what my father said

The delicious food, the nightmare of what the hell was thrown away, hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to the courtyard.

33

33. Food delivery...

As soon as I rushed into the yard, I smelled a strong fragrance wafting from the kitchen. I was so excited that I ran to the kitchen.On the stove, my father was wearing a simple apron, and with special bamboo chopsticks, he picked up the crispy and delicious crab cakes from the big iron pot, and gently put them into the small bamboo basket hanging aside to dry.

And it was Li Xiqing who added firewood and fire to the stove. Although he still had a cold face, there was no hostility like before, but a little more warm air.I rubbed my eyes to make sure that this illusion was because the fire in the stove had reddened his angular face and dark, shining eyes.

"Why are you sweating profusely?!" The young father looked at me staring at the small bamboo basket on the stove with greedy eyes, and tapped my forehead with his flour-covered fingers, dumbfounded. "Not yet