"Which ancestor? Is it from Zhangjiamen or Wanjiamen?" My father yelled, "I'm in the 50s, and I'm still a bachelor. If you want to mix to death, I can't stop you, Kecheng The sky-high price is so bloody, can I slap my butt?"
"There is no bloodshed, just two feet-the sky is dark, who saw the broken glass ballast from the police car light? I got a hole seventy or eighty as soon as I got off the car—"
"Why did you commit a police car?" Father-in-law said again, as if he was justified. This time, my mother told him not to make a noise.
"Where do I know? When dozens of red cars parked at the entrance of the Botanical Garden, the ceiling lights were broken. What's the matter? I just sent a stone slab."
Then they quarreled for a long time, and the louder the noise, the lower the noise. It probably meant that my father was very upset that the eldest brother called "Jiangsu No. 1" and called him out of the office. He wanted Big Brother to make it clear: "Jiangsu No. 1" is the phone number of the Ministry, not the phone of Big Brother's help. The eldest brother said that he was also a last resort. He had to run home without saying hello, but we didn't have a phone at home. My father said that he was wrong, and the fault was that he shouldn't be a bachelor and transport some broken stones for others. The eldest brother said: Don’t go out with barefoot pedaling. My father said that you follow the big director in filming, and you are not afraid of being a decent person. The mixed bachelor makes the whole family feel scared-and finally mentioned me. My father's meaning seemed to be saying: He kept me in the house for fear that the big brother provokes people who shouldn't be provoke outside. Big brother said that this is not the case in Bangli. My father told him to shut up.
But by the evening of that day, Big Brother still talked with his father in a joke, and talked about everything from the old Shandong home. My mother released me from the toilet, but they didn't mention a word that I wanted to hear. After holding back for a long time, I finally couldn't help it. I cut a gap and asked, "Why are all the lights of the police car broken?" Before my big brother could answer, my father threw me into the toilet again.
At that time, I had no other thoughts. I just squatted in the damp and dim toilet and memorized every sentence I heard this afternoon, trying to remember which sentence or two I accidentally missed. What is annoying is that I never missed anything. They never mentioned it: Why did the small red lights on the roofs of dozens of police cars shatter like cakes? But unexpectedly, I remembered (or imagined it out of thin air) the scene of Big Brother stepping on a pair of stinky feet at the entrance of the Botanical Garden.
Until a few years later (I may have been in junior high school), a certain time after the Lunar New Year, the big brother came home and knocked his head as usual, just as my father went out to worship and did not return. I took the opportunity to ask him what happened that summer. The big brother's expression changed, and a pair of gray and turbid eyes shot out of crystal light: "Do you remember! Brother."
Then he dragged me to the backyard and mysteriously asked me to swear by heaven: No matter what I heard, I must not say it. Of course I swear, it’s easy to swear-if you are not sure that you can keep the oath, it doesn’t matter, you just have to secretly press the second thumb on the thumb in your shoes, and the oath will not be done. Don’t know, I’m doing that anyway.