He has been sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed, listening to his father and mother quarreling with each other.Ji put his left foot on the instep of his right foot, but his right foot subconsciously tapped the time. I was very upset.But he always picks a song he likes and hums silently in his heart when he is bored.He felt that it would make his mind less troubled. It's raining outside.It was the first heavy rain this year, although it also rained a while ago.But the rain was as fine as powder, I thought, I might as well make it rain more heavily, to the point where the house would collapse, and in this way, he would be alone forever and forever.As soon as I had this idea, I felt very funny.

My mother said, "You still have the face to go back to this home. If it were me, I would have jumped off the Yangtze River." The father said: "Why don't I go back? This is my home, you are my wife, I am my son (and Hua and Juan are my daughters, if I don't go back here, where will I go?" Mother said, "Do you still have the guts to mention China? Do you still have the guts to mention Juan? Do you still have the guts to be a husband? Do you still have the guts to be a husband and father? Why didn't you think of them and me? Why didn't you know To your part as husband and father?"

Although my mother was a math teacher, she used a series of parallel comparisons when quarreling.I don't think it's a little funny.But at the same time, I also thought of Hua and Juan, and when I thought of their sallow, old mother-like faces and rough, file-like hands, I couldn't laugh anymore. Father said: When was that?How much pressure do I have? If I don't leave, I may not stay and let others fight to the death? " The mother sneered and said, "That's a good reason. Then why did you leave without saying goodbye, why...why did you take away all the savings from the family?"

Mother hated it forever.Mother's hatred is like the color of the bricks, which remain as bright as before despite years of wind and rain.My mother wanted to cry that day, but she suddenly saw through many, many things.Ji's eyes shifted from his feet to the heavy rain pouring down outside the window.The heavy rain seems to make the space crystal clear and transparent, and it seems to make the space foggy and chaotic.The red brick walls soaked in the rain suddenly painted an indescribable atmosphere on the dilapidated red brick buildings My father said: "I'm a wanderer alone, how can I live without money? You are so good, you still have a salary, and you can last for a while, what about me? Me? I have nothing but a counter-revolutionary hat. Why don't you think about it?" Me? When someone else's wife encounters this kind of thing, she has to ask her husband to bring enough money when she sells her property. But you only think about yourself and the little savings.

"My mother turned white with anger, and said, "You, you, rascal;" My father said: "Arguing is arguing, don't insult personality; if you call me a rascal, if I call you shameless in return, how is it different from a butcher who sells garbage and sweeps garbage like this?" Mother began to cry.Mother's bickering will never be as good as father's.My mother has been defeated by my father all my life.Mother looked at Ji as if asking for help. He spread his hands towards his mother; expressing a kind of helplessness.He thought maybe he should help his mother.In the past twenty years, his mother has suffered too much, and his father is indeed a bit of a rascal. He subconsciously raised his fists. He knew that if he went up to help his mother, the only thing he could do was to beat his father up.

Ji's father was sitting on a low bamboo stool.The small bamboo stool was bought back from the countryside when I was studying agricultural work at school. In that year, his mother stood on the small stool and piled cotton wool on the cabinet, and accidentally stepped on the original small wooden stool at home. After that, his My mother always squatted when washing clothes.One day, when he came back from school, he saw his mother squatting there washing the quilt for him. The center of gravity of the body was constantly shifting from the left foot to the right foot and then from the right foot to the left foot, switching repeatedly.At that moment, my heart felt hot, but I didn't say anything.Later, when he was studying agriculture, he bought this small bamboo stool from the landlord. When he handed the small bamboo stool to his mother, although he had already turned his body, he still felt his mother's eyes light up suddenly.

Jie's father probably had an itchy back, and kept twisting his body so that the lining of the clothes could scratch his back.The small bamboo stool creaked as he twisted.Jie's father was very, very old, as if he was twenty years older than his actual age.His father was only in his early sixties, and he looked haggard and haggard compared to the eighty-six-year-old accountant Zhou.My father's eyes have been plagued by severe cataracts that have not been effectively controlled, and the swollen joints of his hands look like painted dragon claws.Ji's father was dressed as a countryman, and he even spoke with a local accent.This makes it difficult for him to connect his image of going to college in Chongqing in his early years.The flow of time did not dispel the hatred of the mother, but changed the figure of the father.Looking at his father's face, his father's eyes, his father's hands and his father's clothes and sneakers, he felt that his arm was soft, and he couldn't lift it up no matter what, and couldn't face his father no matter what.

He pursed his lips and stood up. Ji said: "Don't quarrel. You still eat in the same pot after you quarrel. Why bother? Dad, can't you let Mom do it at all?" Ji's father said, "Then who will let me?" Jie's mother said: "You asked him to let me go. He has never given up in this life. You ask him, who does he refuse to let go outside? Who does he let go at home? He won't even give up to your sister. Why does Hua hate him? Hua just hates that he doesn't look like a father. Ji's father was sitting on a low bamboo stool.The small bamboo stool was bought from the countryside when I was studying farming at school.That year, his mother stood on a small stool to pile up cotton wool on the cabinet, and accidentally stepped on the original small wooden stool at home. From then on, his mother always squatted when washing clothes.One day, when I came back from school, I saw my mother squatting there washing the quilt for him; the center of gravity of the body was constantly shifting from the left foot to the right foot and then from the right foot to the left foot, switching repeatedly.At that moment, my heart felt hot, but I didn't say anything.Later, when he was studying agriculture, he bought this small bamboo stool from the landlord. When he handed the small bamboo stool to his mother, although he had already turned his body, he still felt his mother's eyes light up suddenly.

Jie's father probably had an itchy back, and kept twisting his body so that the lining of the clothes could scratch his back.The small bamboo stool creaked as he twisted.Jie's father was very, very old, as if he was twenty years older than his real age.My father was only in his early sixties, and he looked more haggard than the eighty-six-year-old accountant Zhou.My father's eyes have been plagued by severe cataracts that have not been effectively controlled, and the swollen joints of his hands look like painted dragon claws.Ji's father was dressed as a countryman, and he even spoke with a local accent.This makes it difficult for him to connect his image of going to college in Chongqing in his early years.The flow of time did not dispel the hatred of the mother, but changed the figure of the father.Looking at his father's face, his father's eyes, his father's hands and his father's clothes and sneakers, he felt that his arm was soft, and he couldn't lift it up no matter what, and couldn't face his father no matter what.

He pursed his lips and stood up. Ji said: "Don't quarrel. You still eat in the same pot after you quarrel. Why bother? Dad, can't you let Mom do it at all?" Ji's father said, "Then who will let me?" Jie's mother said: "You asked him to let me? He has never given up in this life. You ask him, who does he refuse to let go outside? Who does he let go at home? He won't even give up to your sister. Why does Hua hate him?" Hua just hates that he doesn't look like a father. " Ji's father said: "Hua hated me, and you taught me.

He said, "Dad, can you stop saying a word?" Father said: "Strange, I said a lot less than your mother. Why do you always blame me and not her?" Ji said, "You are a man, and mother is a woman." Father said, "What do you mean, 'A good man doesn't fight a woman, and a good man doesn't fight a dog, lo?" Just as he was about to argue, his father said: "First, I am neither a good man nor a good person, so this old saying is useless to me. Second, it is never written in the law that a man must let a woman fight. .I follow the law and not the old sayings. I was so upset, I said, "Dad, why are you like this. Ji's mother said: "Ji, don't pay attention to him. You go to Xingzi's place to play. If you argue with him, he will keep you awake for days and nights because of his pestering you. Ji's father said: "I never say unreasonable things. Everything I say can withstand logical reasoning. Please don't use words like entanglement. It seems that I am really some kind of rascal on the street." Jie's mother said to him coldly: "Do you think you are not? You are just a little bit more vile than them. While being a rascal, you are covering yourself up in an open manner. Jie, you can go, Xingzi is going home today, maybe she I want to come to you. It's no use letting her see this rascal messing around in the house. You go." When Ji's father heard this, he argued with Ji's mother again with more violent words. I just feel pain in my ears. He looked at his watch, it was already half past four.If Xingzi came home from school, he would arrive at the pier around this time. He put on his coat, took off his raincoat behind the door, and said to his mother sullenly, "I'm not coming back for dinner." Mother said: "You can relax and play as you like." But the father asked: "Who is Xingzi? Is she the future daughter-in-law?" Mother reprimanded: "Stop talking nonsense!" Living on the second floor, he carried his old women's bicycle downstairs. It was still raining heavily.It took only a few minutes for him to step into the rain, and the rainwater slid off the raincoat, and his trousers were half wet. But the father's voice kept ringing in my ears: "Which one is Xingzi? Is she the future daughter-in-law?" He sighed inwardly.As if answering his father: "No, but, I really think she is."