He didn't understand, but he nodded thoughtfully.
As long as I can remember, my family has been poor. His family lives in a corner of the town, with only one house, two shabby huts and no arable land. Father goes out once in a while, and then he can get some money back to buy daily necessities. However, sometimes my father doesn't go out for two months in a row, and the family doesn't have a meal, and sometimes they can't even drink porridge.
When I was 8 years old, I was old enough to go to school, but I really couldn't afford the tuition. Father took out a thread-bound book and taught himself to read. He remembered that the first word he knew was "A, B, C, D", and then he learned "Zi Ugly Yin Mao".
At the age of 9, my father was seriously injured. A group of people rushed into the house and searched everything, but found nothing. Then they pulled their father out. He and his mother followed him and saw his father being taken to a table in the center of town with a big sign around his neck. He didn't know the words on the sign, so he heard a man in a hat keep calling his father ghosts and gods. Several others grabbed their father's hair and punched and kicked him.
He hid behind his mother and wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to make any noise. He could only sob quietly. When he saw a sole, firmly painted on his father's face, he couldn't control it any longer, broke free from his mother's hand, rushed up and cried with his father's leg in his arms.
Someone pulled him up and pushed him to the ground. The man in the hat pointed at him, called him a son of a bitch and kicked him a few feet. The father shouted at this moment, "Don't touch my son, you animals."
That day, he didn't know how he was brought home by his mother. The next evening, my father was carried back, covered in injuries, with messy hair and red face. The family closed the door and sat on the kang crying.
From then on, my father bent over, hunched his back and always coughed. However, even so, someone pulled his father out, beat him up and put him back. Life at home is even poorer. Finally, the father said, "It's not the way to keep doing this. Let's run away. "
It was an autumn night, my father limped, holding him in one hand and my mother in the other, carrying a big burden, sneaking out of town and running to the mountains in the dark.
It's dawn, and they have walked into the depths of the mountain. Father found a cave, and three people sat on the ground, panting.
Since then, the cave has become their new home. Mother picked up dry leaves and spread them on the ground to make a bed. Father built a stove out of the earth, and the family started a new life.
After a few days, there was little corn flour left. My father thought for a while and said to my mother, "You make the remaining noodles into steamed bread."
Wotou is ready, more than 20 in all. He clearly remembers that his father took seven and put them in his arms, saying, "You two just eat these steamed buns and pick some wild fruits and hazelnuts. I'll go out and come back in five days at the latest. " With that, my father left.
One day, two days, three days and seven days later, my father came back at night. As soon as father entered the cave, he fell to the ground. Mother quickly poured a ladle of water for her father. After a long time, my father came to his senses and handed my mother a pocket.
The pocket is very big, with a bag of corn flour, a bag of pickles, a few broken bowls and some wool tickets. Just like magic, my father took out two pieces of candy from his pocket.
The candy was sweet in his mouth, and he smiled with satisfaction. Father touched his head and smiled.
When winter came, my father cut down trees to make wooden doors and built a heatable adobe sleeping platform in the cave. Mom usually picks a lot of wild fruits, hazelnuts, pine nuts and the like and stores them.
It's snowing, and it's even colder. After a day and a night of snow, there is not much food at home. Father wanted to go out again, but he was blocked by the snow.
Father has been out of the mountain four times in recent months, and he can bring back some food and grain every time. At present, looking at the snow outside, my father sighed and said, "There is still something to eat at home. Leave some food for more than half a month. " This time I will go out longer, earn more money and buy more food. This winter, at least I want to live. "
The next day, the snow stopped and dad went out again. Looking at my father's rickety figure, one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking in the snow, his eyes were red. He asked his mother, "Mom, when can we go home?"
Mother didn't speak, just hugged him.
Half a month later, my father came back. This time, my father was carrying a big bag with many things in it. At the same time, my father took out a book from his pocket and said, "I sneaked back to our house and dug up this book on the ground." I'm thinking about this problem, so I must impart my skills to your court. "
Mother was shocked when she heard this. After half a ring, she said, "Dad, what have you become? Do you want our son to follow this path in the future? "
The father gave a wry smile and said, "Since the child was born, he has been a descendant of our family. This is his life, and it can't be changed. I haven't had a good job for a few years, and I can't let the dry door be lost here. "
Father glanced at him and said to himself, "Junting, Junting, don't blame Dad. Dad can't help it. The things of my ancestors can't be lost in my hands. "
He didn't know why his father looked at him like that and said such things. However, he knew that something big was going to happen to him.
(To be continued)