Chapter 27 Eleven, finally divorced (2)

Among all the performances of my father, the only one with a little political alternative color is that he often hears from the radio the list of participants in some important scenes and activities, who is hosting, who is speaking, who is cutting the ribbon, and the participants are Zhang XX , Li Moumou...he will say: "It's always the same list, how lonely." My reaction was almost a contemptuous smile: what, do you want to be on this platform? I can't remember talking to my father dozens or hundreds of times about his thoughts, emotions, work, life and economic problems. Every time, I gave honest advice, encouragement, and serious criticism eloquently and reasonably.It will be better for a while, basically no effect.Of course, every time we leave, especially if we have a meal together, he will express his positive feelings again, why is it not too late, his qualifications are not bad, he has to cheer up, start from scratch, from now on Work hard, just make results.

I have read a short story by Pavlenko about Stalin keeping his promise in his youth.When talking with my father, I felt that the words had no power. When criticizing Hu Shi, he wrote an article and sent it to People's Daily.I began to look down on him a little bit, and I couldn't imagine that the People's Daily would publish his article.A few days later, the People's Daily sent him a big sample. He was so excited, he talked about how to feel elated, how to treat us to Western food with the manuscript fee, and so on.He repeatedly revised the article according to the opinions of Comrade Wang Ruoshui, the editor of the theoretical edition of the People's Daily, and waited for the publication of the masterpiece every day.One night he came unexpectedly with Wang's letter, which meant that he finally decided not to use his article.So cold water topping, all soaked in soup.He was in so much pain that he was dying, and he was much more embarrassed than Fan Jin and Kong Yiji.That night he slept in my room, had abdominal pain in the middle of the night, and made a fool of himself.At that time, our Youth League Committee had moved to Dongsi North Street near Beixinqiao, and I had an office and a bed.

Father always thinks a lot about what life should be and what he could be.At the same time, he is forever entangled in all kinds of boring troubles in reality.He is always looking forward to his potential, and he does feel that not even a tenth of his infinite potential has been realized, which is roughly true.As for his potential in the end, because it has not been realized yet, it is difficult to identify, and there is no proof. Through the relevant departments in the district, I found a job for my mother as an elementary school teacher, and she was generally qualified.There was a period when she was absorbed into the party class. She was very excited and claimed that she "joined the party".

At that time we lived in Xisi North Xiaorongxian Hutong, two tiny courtyards.My father came to see me in the front yard, and my mother even cooked him a meal, in line with my idea of ​​a civilized divorce.The tricky alimony was finally exposed, and it was changed to 35 yuan, and my mother accepted it. Until 1956, when the mother learned that the father's second wife was pregnant with a child, the mother was suddenly furious, and she always held a gritted attitude towards the father.Since then, my mother has been indignant and brooding, thinking that she is the most unlucky person in the world, and she always speaks a word of hate.