Chapter 61 daddy's pigeon

In the living room of my hometown, I found a dusty box, which contained many medals that my father received in his later years, among which the pennants, trophies and medals for racing pigeons were the most numerous. Looking at these medals reminds me of the time when I used to put pigeons with my father. Dad became obsessed with pigeon racing after middle age, and formed a "pigeon fan club" with a large group of friends, and held pigeon flying competitions almost every week. This kind of pigeon racing was popular in the countryside of Taiwan for a while. Every time the fanciers raced the pigeons, they paid a small amount of money to the pigeon club, and put the pigeons on ankle rings, and handed them over to the pigeon club. The prizes and medals are distributed according to the ranking of the flying back. The prize money is very high. Sometimes, for a pigeon that wins the championship, the prize money for one time exceeds the income of the owner's plowing for the whole year.

The low pay, the high prize money, and the lack of entertainment in the country make pigeon racing the most exciting thing in the country. Every day of pigeon racing, we will mobilize the whole family, as if we are facing a big enemy.The young children stood in a row, lying on the wall of the top floor, focusing their eyes on the distant sky. Dad would laugh when he saw us, "Silly girl, I heard that the car will be released in Yehliu this time, and it will take at least two hours to arrive!" We don't care what Dad says, if there is a magic pigeon that flies faster than the plane, and we don't know when it comes back, won't we lose a lot of bonuses?

We looked at the distant sky without moving, the sky was open and vast, the mountains seemed endless layer by layer, and white clouds floated on the top of the mountains.Then I would lose my mind and think: What superpowers do pigeons have?It can fly over mountains and fields without eating or drinking, and return home accurately. What leads it?Is it the wind?Is it cloud?Or the sun?There are many little pigeons who have never traveled far, how can they know the way home for the first time?What is in such a small head of a pigeon, how can it be so intelligent? Every time my mind wanders to the sky, I will suddenly see a small black spot floating in the distance, and we will shout: "Dad, the pink bird is back!"

Dad looked up and said, "This time, maybe it is!" Then he began to assign tasks to us, telling my brother to put on his shoes and wait at the door, and told me to catch the pigeons and rush downstairs to give to my brother. The pigeon moved towards our eyes at an incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it flew over our heads. The sharp-eyed brother shouted: "That's just Ali, that's just A Guozai!" Sure enough, it was Ali with black hair rolling around his neck, and A Guozai who screamed the loudest! Without any hesitation, Ali and Ah Guo landed in the air with a graceful posture, landed on the wooden platform where they usually landed, and entered the pigeon loft as soon as they jumped.

Dad quickly put them into a small cage, patted my head and said, "Tight!" I carried the pigeon cage, took a deep breath, and rushed downstairs to hand it over to my brother. My brother shot towards the pigeon club like an arrow in a 100-meter relay!I didn't feel at ease and ran behind, shouting: "Brother! Come on! Tighten up! Tighten up!" The elder brother who has been good at running races since he was a child was the first to arrive. Uncle of the Pigeon Club took the ankle rings of Ali and Guo Guo and put them into the pigeon clock. He said to his brother, "Ah He! Your father has made money this time, and there may be a bonus of 8,000 yuan."

My brother and I held our hands high, screaming and jumping before the pigeon meeting, carrying Ari Aguo home, running as fast as we went to the pigeon meeting, telling Dad the news of winning the prize, and Dad was very happy to touch our heads, Then he looked at his pigeons with affection, the appreciation and love he looked at the pigeons was sometimes gentler than when he looked at us. The mother who was busy in the kitchen poked her head out: "Fanniao earns 8,000 yuan, is there a shadow?" Dad said: "Really! You don't have to cook, come to celebrate in the evening!"

Although my mother smiled happily, she couldn't help but mutter: "I haven't received the money yet, so I'm going to eat, eight thousand yuan? I don't know if it's real or fake?" Yijiangshan Hotel is the best restaurant in our small town. Every time my father wins a pigeon race, he will take us to have a big meal. My mother who usually opposes pigeon racing will also discuss the pigeons with us enthusiastically. Then The warm and warm atmosphere is like the Chinese New Year. After my father passed away, my mother decided to release the pigeons, but no matter how I released them, they always flew back. In the end, I had to dismantle the pigeon loft, but those pigeons raised by my father still flew back from time to time. After several years, the roof of the building On the platform, pigeons often come back.

I don't know if beings as smart as pigeons can understand that their master's soul has already flown across the sky?Between the skylines, can you find your way home? Now, the pigeons are flying far away, and my father is gone, leaving only these medals to remember some happy times. I seem to see me lying on the wall in my childhood and thinking: what leads the pigeons home?Is it the wind?Is it cloud?Or the sun...