father - home

"Sure." Paul replied, his voice was a little disturbed, and he turned his face away to avoid my gaze.

I pulled him behind me, unbuckled the girdle buckle myself, and tightened it a little, actually buckled two more than before.It couldn't have been caused by a lack of hand strength, or negligence. "So that's the case." I tightened my girth, looked at my beloved baby, and couldn't help touching its black satin-like skin affectionately. "You are wonderful, my darling, you are wonderful. Thank you, Allemande."

Alemande lowered his head and leaned closer, head to head with me, cheek to cheek, the long eyelashes on the big eyes flickering, tickling me so much, the hot air from the dark brown nostrils breathed straight to me Then, it carefully stretched out its big tongue and licked me gently. "God! My baby, my Allemande, you recognize me." I almost cried out of excitement, hugging its neck and kissing it non-stop. "That's it, that's it, my baby! You know it's dangerous to ride you, so you don't let me ride, right? You've recognized me, you've known it's me, haven't you? I Love you! Allemande! My Allemande!"

Alemande nodded his head up and down, his eyes were always looking at me, we looked at each other and communicated, I stroked it, kissed it, and saw my own shadow in its huge pupils.

Yes, it was a deep and painful memory.It was so unforgettable that Allemande did not forget it.

That night, my father's brutality and cruelty made me furious, and we had a quarrel.When I was finally pulled away by Joseph, Manfred was already running.I wanted to drive after him, but my father had confiscated the car keys, so I rode in Allemande.I'm a good rider, but I lost my mind that day and didn't check the horse's girth before mounting.Misfortune struck right away, the saddle turned on the first turn and I slid sideways to the left along with the saddle.At this time, my feet were still in the stirrups, and I didn't want to stop, thinking that I could use my strength to straighten the saddle.Alemande didn't mean to stop, but ran even more crazily.After several efforts, the saddle rotated more than 90 degrees, my left calf was completely embedded in the stirrup, and my right foot slid off the horse's back, bumping and rubbing back and forth between the horse's hind legs and the ground.At this time, I could no longer control Allemande. I could only shrink my body as much as possible, trying not to break my right leg, which was dragging behind, from being kicked by the horse.

Allemande finally stopped and someone hugged me.Only then did I feel the pain, but I didn't know whether it came from my body or my heart.In a daze, I saw Joseph and my father, and the lights on the train station platform.

I did not find Manfred, nor could I ever find him again.The left leg was fine, but a large bruise appeared the next day, and the right leg, apart from multiple scratches on the instep and outside of the calf, was a severe sprained ankle.Although there were no broken bones, I still had to stay in bed for a week.

Allemond also suffered a serious back injury.In retrospect, it must have been in pain for its frantic running.It took Joseph six months to heal it, but it never recovered, never to compete in the Bundesliga Equestrian Championships it once won.

"If the rider is not you, then any championship is meaningless to it and to me." I don't know if Joseph's words comfort me or hope that I will come back.But how can I come back?

I look forward to that, to wait for that, to hear from Manfred.I called his home, his school, his classmates, and wherever he might be found. I even urged his parents to call the police.I haven't heard from him for two weeks and I'm going crazy.Suddenly, I accidentally found in my father's desk drawer a telegram from Manfred a week ago, saying that he was waiting for me in Hamburg.God!I couldn't believe that my father withheld Manfred's telegram from me.

With nothing to miss, nothing to worry about, I left home overnight.But unexpectedly, when I limped to Hamburg, what was waiting for me was Manfred's cold body.

From then on, I never came back.How can I come back?

"Mr. Hai... I..."

"Ah!" I was pulled back from my contemplation, remembering that there was a "culprit" standing behind me.

"Call me Heinz."

"Sorry, Heinz."

"Tell me, why are you doing this?"

Paul lowered his head and didn't answer.

"Do you want me to fall off and see me make a fool of myself?"

He nodded timidly.

"Don't you know it's dangerous?"

His head was getting lower and lower, and it was hard for me to hear his words clearly. "I know you might fall, but I think you're young and in good shape, and you'll be fine if you fall at most."

"But have you ever thought that doing so may cause serious harm to Allemande?"

This time, he raised his eyes and looked at me in surprise, shaking his head in a panic.

My tone softened a little. "You definitely don't know, because you will never hurt Allemande." Of course he didn't know, and no one would tell him about the past, because the hidden worries behind that past were beyond his comprehension.

Paul nodded desperately, and pleaded: "You won't tell my husband about this, he will definitely not spare me if he finds out."

I laughed, "Of course not." If it weren't for my father, this might not have happened.

"Then you still let me take care of Allemande?"

"Why not?"

"Is what you said true?"

"real."

"Thank you! First... Heinz!" Paul finally smiled.Probably because of standing in the sun for a long time, the freckles on the boy's face became more and darker.

I patted the boy's disheveled curly hair, "Okay, don't think about it anymore, know that you have done something wrong, just correct it. I think this matter will stop here, and there is no need to let the third person besides the three of us Four people know."

"Three?"

I glanced at Allemande with my eyes, and Paul nodded knowingly.

I tried to give him the reins back, but he didn't take it.

"You don't want to ride anymore? It's a beautiful day today."

"Yeah, you see I'm ready, it's just time..." I raised my head and looked at the bright sunshine.Such a sunny morning should not be missed, besides, I can't wait to make out with my Allemande. "But it's okay, Paul, you can go about your business, don't wait for us, I will take care of Allemande, you know, I am also good at the stable work."

"You can rest assured, Heinz, I will wait for you."

"Aren't you going to school?"

"It's Sunday and I don't go to school."

"Is that so? I'm so confused on Sunday."

I climbed the saddle and resigned, and finally rode my beloved Allemande after seven years.

We trotted around the square in front of the door, and it galloped away with me.

We shuttled among the grape racks; galloped along the lakeshore; ran wildly on the hillside; walked in the forest; rested by the stream, and before we knew it, the sun was setting. "We should go back, baby."