father - home

The pheasant had its head chopped off and bled, but its wings were still flapping.The water also boiled, steaming and gurgling.Zhao threw the pheasant into the soup pot and picked up the kettle to pour it.

I quickly stopped. "Wait, wait a minute. The feathers on this butt are beautiful, wait for me to pluck a few."

Zhao put down the water bottle, and helped me pick out some of the longest, brightest and brightest tail feathers. "Fortunately, there is no blood on it. It is really beautiful to keep as a souvenir."

"No. This tail feather is more beautiful than a rooster's. Make it into a shuttlecock and give it to Sophie, so she won't be angry anymore." Sophie!My heart skipped a beat, and the hand that was plucking the feathers stopped.

Zhao's movements also paused for a moment, but continued quickly. "The tail feathers are too long. It's beautiful to make a shuttlecock, but it's not very stable, so it's not practical."

"Then..." I was confused and hesitated.

"I think it's better to put it on a felt hat. It's very suitable for you and matches the color of your hair." Zhao wiped the plucked tail feathers with a towel and put them away.

I just stared blankly.

"Is Sophie the same age as me?"

"Yes."

"I understand."

"what?"

"I understand why I love you so much. There is also Sophie's love in it. She has never been angry with you, never resented you, she has always loved you." Zhao stretched out his head and gently kissed my lips a kiss.

When the boiling water was poured, an unpleasant smell, representing death and decay, came straight up along with the heat.I came to my senses.

We quickly removed the chicken feathers, and Zhao went to the lower reaches of the stream to clean the pheasants.I said come on, I'm a doctor, and handling corpses is a compulsory course.Zhao smiled and spread his hands to express his admiration, but after a while, he followed.

"Why? I'm afraid I won't be able to wash it clean."

"No, I'm worried that you threw away all the good things."

"What good stuff?"

"Look, look, I really threw it away." Zhao picked up a big lump from the pile of pheasant viscera I threw away. "Gizzards, hearts, liver, and intestines. Wow, you threw it all away, waste, waste."

"What a waste, these are not edible."

"You'll know when there's nothing to eat. Besides, these are delicious, much better than chicken breast."

I have never eaten these things, but Zhao said they are delicious, so they must be delicious, but eating them after handling them with my own hands is still a bit disgusting.Fortunately, Zhao didn't ask me to wash them, but carried them far away, behind a rock downstream, and dried them by myself.

While waiting for dinner, Zhao went back to the hut and brought back the pile of pistol parts that were dismantled yesterday.

I want to assemble a pistol.Zhao waved his hand. "Are you just pretending like this?"

"Then what?"

Zhao shook the lantern that came with the pistol.I do not understand.Isn't this lantern prepared for the evening?

Zhao disassembled the lantern, dipped a piece of kerosene on an old cloth... oh!I'm really not a qualified soldier, but what does that matter?Knowing how to chop wood, how to eat fish, and how to clean chicken guts is probably the most indifferent thing about not knowing how to grease a pistol, among other things.

I didn't ask myself to clean the gun, but sat on the sidelines, tending the bonfire while admiring Zhao's deft movements.I suddenly noticed that when wiping the gun, the index finger of Zhao's right hand was tilted outward, as if he didn't want to exert force.

"What's wrong with your hand? Is the fracture not healed yet?" I grabbed his hand and examined it carefully, feeling very regretful in my heart.He was laughing and laughing all the time, and I almost forgot about his illness.

"Actually, it's already done. It's just that I didn't expect that the trigger of the shotgun is so tight, but fortunately it didn't miss."

"Why don't you use a pistol?"

"Marty, if you lose a bullet in your gun, you'll be writing a lot of reports when you get back."

"Then you should call me. You know, waking up to find you're not there, I'm kind of lost, and kind of..."

"angry."

"Yeah." I consciously took over the job of cleaning the gun.

Zhao did not insist, watching my clumsy movements with great interest. "You slept soundly, and I couldn't bear to call you. Besides, Joseph said that you don't like hunting, and you often quarrel about hunting."

"Really? He said it?"

"Well, you even refused the shotgun your father gave you."

Yes, I turned down my father's birthday present, but how I longed for it.I was silent, covering my head and wiping my gun.

After a while, I looked at Zhao's back and asked, "Zhao, do you know how to hunt deer?"

Zhao didn't answer right away, but added some seasonings to the soup pot and a few pieces of firewood for the campfire, came over and sat down beside me before speaking. "I hunt to eat, not to show off. Deer are a graceful and docile animal and should not be harmed."

"When I was 14, Joseph," 14, what an eventful year. "On his birthday, my father gave him this shotgun as a birthday present. That winter, we went hunting together in the mountains, and there were many people. We met a yellow deer, and Joseph wanted to shoot it. I made a sound on purpose, and the deer ran away in a fright. All the fathers watched and reprimanded me in front of everyone. Joseph defended me, but I did not accept his favor. My father said that I was unreasonable and drove me home. After they came back, my father Big compliments to Joseph because he hunted an antelope and my father's own trophy was a stag. I gasped and shot it all at Joseph's head. Joseph replied to me aggrieved that he had avoided the deer , he didn't hunt deer, he hunted antelope."

"Does it make a difference? Does it make a difference? You idiot!" I remember telling him that, and Joseph just looked at me, pitifully.

I assembled the gun.Zhao Na went over to check, but didn't speak.

I continued, "When my time came, my father also gave me a shotgun for my birthday, and wanted me to prove that I deserved it like Joseph did."

"You refused."

"I declined because it was impossible for me to hunt an antelope or a deer."

"But you can hunt a wolf in self-defense."

"Yeah. But I didn't think of it at the time. Maybe it was that age. I seemed to be trying my best to argue with people every day and find all kinds of reasons to make myself and the people around me angry. I refused the shotgun, and my father was very angry. Joseph blamed himself. He blamed himself, because what happened back then irritated me, and I hated him for four years and couldn’t forgive him. The sad thing is, he never understood the real reason why I refused the shotgun.”

"He doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to make you angry, so he just tries to avoid it."

"Yes." I nodded. "Father thinks I'm a coward because of that, and Joseph just wants me to be happy. So, can you believe it? I haven't really hunted or used a shotgun."

Zhao squatted down in front of me, grabbed my hand, and raised his head to ask me. "do you want?"

"miss you!"

"Okay, let's go together tomorrow."

I smiled and nodded vigorously, and realized the feeling when I was 14 years old before I went hunting.

Whether we are brave does not need to prove by hunting cute animals.I think Joseph fully agrees with this point, but he has no courage, or is not aware of the need to challenge custom and tradition.And I, during the challenge, forgot the family affection - fatherly love.Dad really loves me, the way he knows it.If I don't need or like that way, I should let him understand instead of coldly rejecting it.he will.Any parent who truly loves their child wants to love him the way his child needs, if only they knew they would.If you give me another chance, I will never give up so easily or refuse so easily.I will work hard and strive for it. There is only one father, and there is only one father's love. When I lose it, I am not the only one who is hurt.