Chapter 36 Chapter 8 Didn't see my father for the last time

Cousin—later, I always called him cousin—he worked as a security manager in a property company, and he left me as a security guard.That simple young man who just came from the north also worked as a security guard, his name was Meng Qiang. I found a job in Dongguan.My job is to sit outside the wall of a high-end residential area in Dongguan at night, watching to prevent thieves from jumping in through the wall.In fact, the wall is already nearly three meters high, and there are barbed wires installed on the top of the wall. It is very difficult for thieves to enter, unless Li San, the swallow, comes.

My working hours are from 6:00 pm to 6:00 am, 12 hours a day.My job content is to hold a long wooden stick with nails, sit outside the fence behind the community, and monitor everyone who tries to approach.In fact, this place is already in the wild, and it is rare to see a single figure.If there were people, it was some people who drove over for a tryst at night. The property management company takes care of food and accommodation, with two meals a day.Meng Qiang and I lived in a house with bunk beds and bunk beds.The salary is 800 yuan per month.The most gratifying thing is that my life has finally settled down.

The long night, 12 hours, I spent alone, no one was with me, no one said a word to me.There were no street lights outside the walls, so I couldn't read a book.Often, I sit in the dark, recalling the plots and scenes in the classic novels I have read. Only in this way can the time pass faster.I saw such a story when I was a child: During World War II, Stalingrad was banned from fire at night, and worried that German planes would come to bomb it. A little girl survived the unbearable darkness by recalling the plots she read during the day night.This story moved me very much and made me feel very warm. I have never forgotten it all these years.Books are really a magical thing, they can give you a pair of strong wings, let you leap over the most difficult moment, let you stick to your faith in the most difficult moment, let you suffer thousands of times of torture and setbacks Afterwards, still stick to the original purity, nobility, independence and integrity of personality.

At that time, I thought that I must write my experiences of these years into a book in the future, and I believe that someone will read it. More than ten meters away from the community, there is a deserted grass beach, which is more than ten acres in size, and the grass is half the height of a person.Year after year, year after year, the weeds turn from green to yellow, from yellow to green, and layers of weeds pile up together, exuding a rotten smell.Rats, toads, crickets, ants and various unknown insects lurk among the wild grass, and various frightening animals such as lizards, centipedes, poisonous snakes and spiders crawl.In the middle of the night, there are often some inexplicable voices in that piece of wild grass, some are screaming miserably, some are running away in panic... In the night, there are bloody and bloody battles going on there.

Farther away, there is a small hill tens of meters high, covered with dense bushes, and there are several tombs in the bushes.Often, after midnight, there are some indescribable sounds on this small hill, sometimes like owls laughing miserably, sometimes like a widow whimpering, sometimes like a child crying... Although I am a materialist, I still Looking in that direction again and again.I was worried that a female ghost with long hair covering her face and a blood-red tongue would suddenly appear. Compared with the ghost, I am more afraid of this grass. One night, I was looking at the buildings in the distance and thinking about something. Suddenly, I felt a coldness on my feet. I looked down and saw a poisonous snake several meters long crawling past my feet. I was terrified, but I didn’t dare to move. At this moment , surrounded by weeds, if found by poisonous snakes, even Lewis Bolt can not escape.Poisonous snakes also have a name called "flying on the grass". They run as fast as arrows in the grass.Moreover, when being chased by a poisonous snake, you must never run in a straight line, and you will never run past it.You have to run curves, poisonous snakes and grass snakes are all short-sighted, and they can only rely on their tongues to sense your body temperature. In this way, if you are on a concrete road or an asphalt road, you may be able to escape.

Fortunately, after the poisonous snake crawled over my feet, it continued to crawl far away and never came back. Another thing to be thankful for was that it was autumn and I didn't suffer from mosquitoes.There are many kinds of mosquitoes in the south, and they are very poisonous. When they come, there will be a group of them, just like the three-fifty-six bombers attacking Pearl Harbor, which makes you hard to guard against.And when I'm in the wild, I can't guard against it at all. The occupancy rate in the community is not high, and only half of the windows can be seen to be lit at night.

I often look at those lighted windows and imagine what kind of people live there.That house is hundreds of thousands, something that the security guards dare not even think about.At that time, I thought, I will never own such a house in this life. One night, I suddenly saw a woman crawling through a window, in pajamas, who probably had just taken a shower.The woman's skin is fair, and her jet-black hair hangs over her shoulders, making her skin look more delicate.The woman is very beautiful, with extremely delicate facial features. I can almost imagine her long eyelashes and beautiful teeth like scallops in her lips.The moment I saw her, I was stunned and didn't dare to move, even the sound of breathing was silent. I was worried that she would be frightened when she saw me.She didn't expect that just outside the wall, less than ten meters away from her, there was a person, a man, secretly watching her, looking at her in pajamas.

The scene was like an oil painting, and even now, I can still feel the feeling of seeing her that night, and the shock of that beauty. However, there will be no story between me and her, a beautiful woman who lives in a mansion, and an ordinary man who guards the mansion.Life is not a novel.Life is flat and cruel. Later, she drew the curtains.A thin curtain cut off my imagination, and also separated me and her in two completely different worlds. There was a bitterness in my heart. The days passed peacefully, as peacefully as a shallow stream, flowing forward silently without any ripples.

I fulfill my duties and work responsibly, and I am satisfied with this kind of stable life.This kind of security does not come easily. If it weren't for the paging that night, I might have been a security guard and a lonely night watchman all the time.After so many years, with my down-to-earth and hard work, I may become a security manager of a property company like my cousin. The paging that night was really an ominous sign. That night, after two o'clock in the morning, the pager rang suddenly. I saw that it was the phone number of the small shop at the entrance of my hometown.I was startled, maybe something happened at home.I'm a digital pager, so I can't leave a message, and I don't know what's going on at home.After a few minutes, the pager rang again, still with the same phone number.A few minutes later, the same number was displayed.I panicked all of a sudden, something must have happened at home, and it was probably related to my father.

I left the compound and ran to a nearby street.The streets are dark, every shop is closed and locked, only the dim and muddy street lights illuminate the cold street.The wind rolled the dead leaves and blew on my body, making me shiver. The paging rang one after another, and I was anxious, but I couldn't find a public phone.Later, I finally found an IC telephone booth on the street, but there was no IC card.I squatted on the side of the street, squatting in the bleak cold wind, holding my head and weeping bitterly. After crying, I stood up, went back to the wall of the community, and sat on the wooden chair, feeling uneasy.

Finally, it was six o'clock in the morning. After work, I ran to the street. A store had just opened, and a woman was removing the door panels and placing them outside the store. I asked, "Is there a public phone?" Say no.I asked again: "Do you have an IC card?" She nodded. At that time, people who started small businesses and opened shops were all diversified.I bought an IC card for 30 yuan. I ran to the IC phone booth and dialed the number. The owner of the store at the entrance of my hometown answered the phone. She said, "I'm calling your mother, I don't know what's going on." After a while, I heard hurried footsteps, followed by heavy breathing. My brother cried on the phone and said, "Brother, come back soon, Dad can't do it anymore." Tears flowed down my face. Back at the property company, I asked for leave and hurried to the train station. After getting off the train, I transferred to a car, and then took a three-wheeled motorcycle. When we arrived at the entrance of the village, it was already the evening of the third day.On the threshing field at the entrance of the village, a middle-aged man was peeling corn. He was not surprised to see me back.He said, "Come home, your dad has been waiting for you." When I got home, I saw my father lying on the kang, motionless. He had been away for a long time, and my mother had already put on new clothes and shoes for him.The mother and sister sat weeping.I walked to the edge of the kang and saw my father closed his eyes, sunken eye sockets, and thin cheeks.My sister said that my father closed his eyes in the afternoon, and he had been waiting for me to come back, but in the end he didn't. I burst into tears.I traveled thousands of miles, wanting to see my father for the last time, but I didn't. Father's eyes opened suddenly, he was motionless, and his mouth was opened, but he couldn't say a word.After a few minutes, his eyes closed again, as did his mouth. My mother said, my father has been waiting for me for the past few days, just waiting for my return. He must have something to tell me, but he couldn't wait for me to come back, so he left first.Just now, my father suddenly heard my crying, took one last look at me, and then left in peace. After a while, my younger brother came back, covered in dust, and he and a few relatives were "grave-digging" in the field, that is, digging graves.My brother burst into tears when he saw me. I asked my brother, "Why didn't you notify me to come back sooner?" The younger brother said: "Dad keeps saying that you are very busy, and he is afraid of delaying your work." I was heartbroken to hear that. When my father was alive, every time I went home, my father would tell me: "The affairs of the country are important, we must take the affairs of the country seriously and do our best." According to the custom in northern rural areas, the deceased is buried on the third day after his death. At that time, there was nothing of value at home, nor any savings.I only brought back 1,000 yuan, and my sister and brother had no money.what to do? At this time, the uncle came, and the uncle had absolute authority in the family. I heard from my father that there were eight sisters in his family. The eldest was the eldest aunt, who married very early because her family was poor; died; because she couldn't afford to support her, my sister-in-law was sent to someone else's home before she could walk.In this way, only the grandfather and father five brothers remained in the family.The second uncle became the eldest in the family, and he took on the heavy responsibility of raising the five younger brothers. I have never met my uncle and grandma, and I only saw my sister-in-law when I grew up.And my grandfather passed away when I was in the first grade of elementary school. The second uncle was a carpenter. In those years, he worked outside all the year round, and he rarely returned home once a year.He built two rows of houses for his family with an ax and a plane, and married all six brothers with wives.Therefore, everyone in the family respects the second uncle very much.We don't call him Second Uncle, we just call him Uncle. The uncle said to his nephews: "Those who work, give 100 yuan each; those who don't work, give 50 yuan each." In this way, they raised a few thousand yuan before reluctantly burying his father. This time, I really experienced the difficulty of not having money.I swear, I must make a lot of money so that the whole family can live happily. During those two days, my father and I were inseparable, sitting beside my father, holding his feet.When my father was buried, I suddenly passed out on the ground. I feel a deep sense of guilt for the loss of my father, and that guilt can never be undone.The years when my father was ill were the most difficult moments in my life.Now, life is better, but my father is gone.The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the son wants to be filial but the father is not there.The most regrettable thing in life is this. After burying his father, the house became very deserted and seemed much empty.In the past, every time I went home, I could hear the sound of my father wearing cloth shoes stepping firmly on the yard, my father's loud voice, and my father's coughing, but now, and in the future, I will never I can't hear you.The armchair that my father used to sit on was empty, and the shovel cages that my father had used all his life were also left unused in the utility room. Our family is the only one that lacks our father. Sitting in the yard, we can see the twilight gradually falling. The doors and windows of the house, the pallets, frame carts, scrapers, plows and harrows in the yard... these farm tools that my father has used all his life, Also gradually submerged in the night. We sat for a long time, no one spoke, and everyone felt empty.Later, the village became very quiet, and my mother said: "Go to sleep." We walked back to the room without a word. I left on the third day after my father was buried.The whole family came to the entrance of the village to see me off. Sitting on the "donkey cart", watching my mother, younger sister, and younger brother getting farther and farther away in the cold wind, I gritted my teeth and swore that I would let them live happily in this life. Later, the younger brother, who seemed to have grown up all of a sudden, made his own decisions and contracted out the family's land, because farming really couldn't make money.On the day after I left, he also went to the county town to ride a tricycle. I returned to Dongguan and started working as a security guard again.However, my father's departure made me suddenly wake up. I can't be satisfied with finding a stable job. I should find a job that suits me and can earn more money. When I'm not working, I go to Internet cafes and post resumes everywhere on the Internet.It's the only way I can market myself. About a week later, I received a page from a well-known Chinese newspaper group, informing me to go for an interview the next day. I am ecstatic. At this point, my life really entered the fast lane. ——End of this book——