Chapter 6 dad's party

2000/04/11 Sanlian Life Weekly Author: Mi Xiaoman Many years ago, my dad was sitting in the cab of a Jiefang car (beside me, two lipstick boxes and two bags of sorghum in the back compartment, my mother, the little sister in my mother's arms, and my eldest sister were sitting in another car) , waving goodbye to the alkali land, trees and senders outside the window, he must not be thinking about today's party many years later. My dad would think, back in town where do we live?My family and my grandma live in a north room of 8 square meters.Me, the eldest daughter, is 6 years old, where do I go to school?I also want to put two boxes together to make a small bed for my sister, and replace the two bags of sorghum with the earliest sofa leather in our family.

My father is a teacher of mathematics, physics, and chemistry at Beidahuang Daxia Farm Middle School (my mother was also a teacher of the school at the time, Chinese, political, and foreign language teachers). Before being a middle school teacher, my father let the farm horses, alone, lonely land, on the prairie.Before becoming a groom, my dad was a college student. At that time, the university and the whole society were engaged in sports. My dad said some radical things. He was young at the time. More than 20 years ago, my dad was a teacher in a farm middle school. In terms of my dad's character and ability, it must have been a happy thing.My dad was not only assigned to teach all courses except politics, but also good at getting along with students. He knew all kinds of chess, played poker, and wrote poetry. Before my waist was sprained, my dad, You can also play with a variety of balls.

My dad was tall, well-timed deep, and well-timed smirked.My dad is in his thirties and wears a khaki gray top with frayed cuffs and a lot of little smokey holes in the placket (a style my dad kept in his clothes after he married my mom).My dad is very popular with students. My father's popularity is not only reflected in the mirrors, thermoses, and washbasins that our family has used so far, but also the occasional ones with the words "Unforgettable Teacher" and "Peaches and plums are all over the world". , the few survivors after the elimination, and my dad often doesn’t come home after get off work. He is invited by his parents to eat pig blood sausage and Chinese cabbage, and he is surrounded by students bragging about poets with foreign names.My mother was angry and sad when she mentioned this. Her and father’s house was an adobe house infested with all kinds of bugs at night. The curtains they made of annual parchment were beaten loudly by moonlight and wind. She was still young, holding me, scared.

Before today, after that time, my dad came back to the city and worked as a teacher at the university. He had all kinds of worries. As for my dad’s students, they only came before and after exams, and sometimes they brought canned fruit.My dad smoked more and more and became less and less talkative.My dad is getting tired of life, and I can see it. I also saw that a well-behaved and responsible life was meaningless.But my father is different. My father is over fifty.He cannot demand the future.Farm teacher life is more than just a memory for Dad. But recently, my life and career have been very unsatisfactory. Recently, my father received a call. The class reunion he was the head teacher 20 years ago, the head of the class—now the secretary of the farm—will drive 400 miles to pick up the teacher.

My dad is very excited.Before that, my dad was seldom excited, and he hardly even spoke. He started to practice brush calligraphy, which became more and more ugly. He also planned to start writing his autobiography, "keep it for yourself to read".I noticed my dad's aging. He took a walk with me, reading the shop names and street signs of the small shops we passed while walking, and he often fell asleep while watching TV. My dad is different today. Someone came to pick him up today, and he was a little excited when he went to the place where Dad put horses, taught, and got married.He kept pairs of socks and a book in the lockbox, which was on the shoe rack in the hall.My dad was sitting in the hall smoking a cigarette.Listening to the footsteps on the stairs, stand up.