After dinner, Yan Wanqiu came to me and told me to go to Uncle Zhang's house to see the kittens.
Uncle Zhang's rhubarb dog received meticulous care after self-birth. Aunt Zhang feeds the milk soup every day. The food is also balanced with meat and vegetarian food. Therefore, the cubs are all fat and strong and grow fast.
Dabai and Erbai drank the dog milk and hung out with the dog brothers. Over time, they also acquired the habits of dogs. Whenever anyone came to see them, they would join the other little dogs to the edge of the kennel and wag their tails. Looking up, I couldn't tell at all that these were two little white cats.
"Mianmian, where will they go when they grow up?" Yan Wanqiu half-bents down and caresses the kitten's head with her fingertips.
"Grow up? Do you mean after they are weaned?" Now that they have been rescued, it is not good to let them become little wild cats. "They are so cute, will they be adopted soon? I will ask Sun Rui when the time comes. , she has many friends, and there should be people around who want to raise cats."
Yan Wanqiu thought thoughtfully: "Then will they be separated? They have been together since childhood, wouldn't they be afraid when separated?"
Even if she is a little genius, she can't avoid such childish worries.
If I say "they don't remember each other when they grow up" or "cats have a very strong sense of territory and don't feel lonely", with her IQ, I can quickly understand, and I can answer perfectly without any worries this problem.
It is understandable that people grow up knowing the truth of the world little by little, but I still want to keep her naive childishness as much as possible.
I squatted down and patted her little head: "I'll try to keep the two of them together so that they can stay together forever."
"That's great!" Yan Wanqiu had a smile on her face, as if she had finally let go of one of her worries and concentrated on playing with the kittens and dogs.
After sending Yan Wanqiu to the door of the house, Yankong Mountain came to open the door, the little girl entered, but I was still standing outside the door.
"Aren't you coming in?" Yankongshan held the doorway.
Such an invitation was hard to refuse, but I resisted the temptation.
"My dad is coming tomorrow, I'm going to bed early tonight..."
He made a long "oh" sound, but couldn't hear any emotion.
My hands are behind my back, my fingers are twisted, and my heart is tangled. In fact, my dad's coming is just an excuse, and it's true that I want to see if the mood above his head will come back again. Although he may not kiss me again after entering the door, I am afraid that I can't help kissing him. In order to prevent such an accident from happening, simply do not go in.
"He's going to stay for one night before leaving, and I won't come tomorrow night."
"That's it." He seemed to just murmur unconsciously, before saying after a while, "Got it."
"Then I'm leaving..." I twitched and dawdled, "You also go to bed earlier, good night!"
He has been standing at the door, not closing the door.
I turned around and walked down the steps, walked to the courtyard gate, and looked back again. He still maintained the same posture and watched me leave.
I pushed the courtyard door with one hand, waved vigorously in his direction with the other hand, and said again loudly, "Good night!"
He seemed to smile a little and said two words to me. It was too far away and I couldn't hear it clearly, but it should also be "good night" by looking at the mouth shape.
It's clearly two very normal words, and I don't know why he is so excited when he responds.
I controlled my urge to jump up and just picked up speed and trotted home.
Early the next morning, before my alarm clock went off, my grandpa had already come to knock on the door, so I got up quickly and said my dad was here.
I looked at the time and it was eight o'clock in the morning, which was too early.
I literally got up from the ground and hurriedly washed and ran downstairs. The living room was quiet, and my dad and A Gong were drinking tea in the yard.
I rushed into the bathroom again to check my appearance, my hair was not up, my clothes were not wrinkled, it was perfect.
I walked into the yard with some trepidation, and called out to the middle-aged man sitting upright at the table, "Dad."
Although my dad is in his 40s, maybe because of his intense work, he doesn't gain weight even in middle age.
My mother said before that when she was young and ignorant and obsessed with my dad's literati temperament, she was foolishly fooled by him. Later, she recognized the truth and found that my dad was nothing but good-looking, but it was too late to regret it and could not return it.
I haven't seen him for two years, and his face doesn't seem to have changed, but he seems to be more stern.
He glanced at me, nodded, pointed at the steamed buns on the table and said, "I bought some breakfast, you can see if it suits your taste."
I hurriedly sat down, picked up a bun and stuffed it in my mouth.
During a breakfast, most of my grandpa and my dad are talking, and they are also talking about some interesting things in the neighborhood. What kind of aunt's An An is still alive and kicking, and Uncle Liu's son is about to become a father at the age of eighteen. Uncle Zhang succeeded Holding this year's rain-stopping festival parade, Mian Mian has become a goddess...
"Mian Mian? Goddess?" My dad's voice was surprised. I was drinking the bean curd in front of me, and my face was buried in it.
Grandpa told my dad vividly and vividly the cause and effect. After that, he also introduced the new neighbor next door, the one who opened a bookstore on Nanpu Street.
"I remember he had a disabled daughter," my dad said.
"That's right, that's him." Grandpa spared no effort to praise Yankong Mountain, saying that he was warm-hearted and always helped them repair the electric switch. Yan Wanqiu was also very cute, and every one sip of "tea egg grandpa" made his heart melt.
When Grandpa mentioned the electric switch, I also remembered to tell my dad about it.
"The circuit in the house is so old that it keeps tripping and it's very dangerous. It's better to fix it as soon as possible if you can."
Before my dad said anything, grandpa waved his hands again and again: "No, no, it's a waste of money to repair the old house. I'll live alone after you go to school. I'll save some money and won't trip."
Is this something that can be solved by saving a little
"No, what if it catches fire in an accident?" I disagreed, "Don't think about saving money, it's always going to be repaired."
"No, no, that's fine." He pretended not to hear again.
I frowned and wanted to persuade again: "You..."
"Okay, I get it." My dad made a final decision, "In two days, someone will come and change the wiring."
Grandpa was still talking about spending money and so on, and asked where he and I were going to live when the house was renovated.
My dad said, "Stay on my side, I have a place there."
When we heard that we were going to live with my dad, my grandfather and I both fell silent, looked at each other and began to decline.
"No, no, it's inconvenient for me to live with you. I'm not used to your habits, and it's easy to cause conflicts." Grandpa shook his head.
"I don't need it anymore. I still have to work part-time, so I can't leave for the time being." I said.
"You work?" My dad looked at me. "Where? What kind of work?"
I pointed to the house next to me and told the truth: "I work in a bookstore." By the way, I went after the boss under the guise of a part-time job.
Grandpa and I didn't really want to move to my dad's place, and he couldn't force it, so he had to put it down first.
After lunch, my father drove the car, and the three of us went to Baobao Mountain to worship my grandma.
Although so many years have passed, I found that when my dad faced Grandma's tombstone, the top of his head was still a rich blue color, and he seemed to be deeply saddened and unable to extricate himself, but he did not show much sadness on the surface. If it weren't for my synaesthesia, I would have thought he had already let go.
He must be very upset that he didn't see his grandma for the last time.
It is rare for my dad to go back to the island, after coming out of Baobao Mountain, we went to my aunt's place again.
My aunt now lives alone in the aunt's hall, a two-story house with more than a dozen rooms. Apart from Malzis Anan, she was accompanied by only an old cat of the same age.
As an orphan, the government will regularly call volunteers to check on her situation and clean her up. In addition, she is in good spirits and can take care of herself. The big house looks bright and clean, as if there are still women who groomed themselves in the past. Yan Xiaoyan Yan, a beautiful figure walking around the house.
"You came here to play when you were a child. My auntie likes to hold you and sit there and rock the rocking chair. Do you remember?" My aunt pointed to an old bamboo rocking chair in the corner, reminiscing about the past.
My dad nodded, saying he remembered, always remembered.
I peeled the pistachios silently, listened to their stories from the past, and knew that "Little Aunt" was a fat mother-in-law who loved to laugh. She liked Dad very much, and he always stuffed him with imported candies as soon as he came.
Then one day, she died of a sudden cerebral infarction. When my dad heard the news, he cried a lot and got sick, and he hasn't come to my aunt's hall much since then.
The aunt said, "You're just afraid of touching the scene."
But Dad shook his head and didn't admit it.
I looked at the gloomy blue above his head and thought to myself that my dad is really tough, but if he wasn't so tough, my mother wouldn't divorce him.
After seeing my aunt, I had some unexpected results.
When I heard that we were going to renovate the circuit of the old house, but neither my grandfather nor I wanted to live with my father, my aunt slapped her thigh and said that it is not difficult.
I saw her take out her mobile phone, squinted and searched for a while, and found a poster of "Ten-Day Tour of Snow and Summer in the North".
"Ah Xian, haven't you always wanted to travel? Let's ask Lao Zhang and his wife to go together. It's exactly ten days, and you've already made it when you come back."
Grandpa was a little moved, and hesitant: "But what about Mianmian?"
My aunt glanced at me and said, "He's such a big boy, there's no problem. If he's not afraid, I'll leave it here for him to live here, walk the dog for me, and feed the cat. If he's afraid, he will do it himself. Find another place to live, and remember to walk the dog for me every day and feed the cat."
Anyway, it's just to walk the dog and feed the cat for you...
"I'm fine," I said.
"Mianmian is almost nineteen, nothing will happen, you can go if you want." My dad also joined the persuasion team.
Grandpa was already excited, plus the three of us repeatedly persuaded him, he quickly nodded and agreed, and when he got home, he couldn't wait to rush to Uncle Zhang's house to discuss travel with them.
In the evening, the tour has been finalized. I signed up and paid for the group tour for the four elderly people. Because the departure date is very close, my grandpa, like a child, has already started to pack his luggage with excitement.
He hasn't traveled much, and he doesn't have any decent suitcases at home, so he still uses mine.
I taught him how to open the box and how to lock it. He learned very quickly, and he had a great time unlocking and locking by himself.
"By the way, I'm going to make a small plate on the car tomorrow."
Going to bed, Grandpa suddenly thought that he had something to do, so he went back and forth to find the black marker.
"What small card?"
"Put it in the car and tell the customer that I'm going on a trip, and I can't sell the small brand of tea eggs for ten days."
He rummaged through the box, but couldn't find the pen, he said that he must remember to buy it tomorrow morning, so he went back to the room and closed the door to sleep.
Grandpa really treats tea egg selling as a business, and he doesn't forget to ask for leave when traveling, which can be regarded as dedicated.
Originally, Grandpa had cleared out another room for my dad to sleep in, but my dad probably wanted to cultivate a father-son relationship with me.
Fortunately, I was always too hot in my room, so I didn't have a bed, so I slept with mats on the ground. If he wanted to sleep, one bed and the other on the ground would do.
To be honest I was a little nervous, this was the first time I slept in the same room with him as I grew up.
Before going to bed, I went to the window and closed the curtains, and inadvertently glanced at the yard next door. I was just looking at it casually, but I didn't expect to see Yankongshan smoking outside.
He felt my gaze and looked up.
I looked at him one by one. He slowly exhaled at me. From such a distance, I shouldn't have smelled anything, but I still felt as if I had been hit. My nose and throat began to itch, as if I was about to cough.
I squeezed the curtains and lip-mouthed him "good night". After that, regardless of whether he could see clearly or not, I closed the curtains and cut off the entangled sight.
After turning off the lights, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep to the sound of the cicadas.
"Mianmian, congratulations on your admission to the ideal university."
I opened my eyes in the dark, not knowing how to respond, so I politely said "thank you".
After a while, my dad stopped making a sound, and I was about to close my eyes and then feel sleepy when he spoke again.
"Mianmian, do you hate dad?"
Now I really can't sleep at all.
do i hate him
Actually I don't feel anything. He rarely appears in my life, I may have been disappointed with him, but hate? It must be backed by strong emotions. I don't love him much, so I can't talk about hating or hating him.
I was silent for a moment, instead of answering his question, I asked him, "Do you remember my birthday?"
"Do you remember, when I was ten years old, I fell from a tree and went to the hospital?"
"Do you remember what was written on the first Father's Day card I sent you?"
My dad seemed to be shocked by me, and his voice disappeared in an instant.
I waited for a while, and seeing that he had no intention of continuing, I sighed inwardly and closed my eyes again.
He may be brooding, but everything has passed, what's the use of brooding