Chapter 8 Topic: A Magician in the Second Half of His Life

[one] I invited my dad to the movies that day.The location is set on the fifth floor of Grand Gateway.It's a small thing.happened at some time.The sky is dull, the traffic is slow, and there is the sound of piling on the construction site in the distance. "Boring" "boring" "boring".It's like the heartbeat of Shanghai. In the morning, the movie had already started when we arrived.There are only three or four people in the whole theater plus my father and me.The world reveals its borders, filled with abundant darkness.Only the sound happened in all directions, like silver fish swimming under the sea.Swim gently.

My dad and I were not in the dark sea, he was sitting on the left side, with gentle and vivid light and shadow on his face as the film progressed.It looks like a squeaky young man.Lips, skin, hair, and an inexplicable mole on the forehead, all change clothes slowly, going backwards in time before the movie. The father in his 50s resumed his job as a magician in the movie theater. That's the daddy I met when I was very young, he was a magician.Of course it is a secret hidden in the world and cannot be discovered by anyone.You know what a fuss the average person in the world would make if they saw two tomatoes that looked like pig's heads.Not to mention a real magician.He still dressed as an ordinary office worker during the day and went to work. When he came back at night, he stood on the crowded road and frowned, but he resisted using magic to make the crowd disappear, and he only breathed a sigh of relief when he got home. It was very hard at that time, and then he was annoyed, but he held back the next day.It turns out that he has been worrying about these things, and I somewhat understand the hardships of Superman and Spiderman hidden in the crowd.

But do Superman and Spiderman have the complicated eye wrinkles like my father?They don't burn hairy crab rice cakes, and they don't bend over to the kitchen to fix the plumbing. The hairy crab rice cake baked by my father is so delicious.Because he is a magician.When we couldn't see, he quietly turned his back and sprinkled two strings of spells into the frying pan bursting with oil.Then he smiled mischievously as if he had succeeded. [2] When I slept until two o'clock in the morning, my father heard the sound of me secretly digging out ice cream to eat. He just wanted to sleep again in a daze, but suddenly his stomach hurt like a cone.He turned to look at his mother, and then slowly sat up with his hands on his stomach.He nervously recalled the formulas, which could relieve the pain.

but.The magic term for repairing a range hood.Magic term for cleaning a warehouse.Remember to watch Grandma's Magic Terms every Saturday.The magic term for stopping the bleeding when my daughter broke her leg... So many formulas were filled in his narrow sober thinking at that time, so that he couldn't remember where there was a sentence to stop the pain for himself. Dad thought helplessly and wearily.he is old. [3] In the first half of this magician's young life.Like an angel with great wings, he can descend on tiptoe into the clouds.There he had seen beautiful green terraced fields.The sun is shining brightly not far away.Dazzling gold rims plated his handsome and lean profile.He raised his hands over his eyes.The world is open and flat, and the clouds are swift and willful.Send him on a long journey.

He came meandering, with all kinds of gentle spells in his heart.At that time he and his companions parted under the tree and started their journeys separately.Sections of the future destined to be brilliant stretched from under his feet at that time.He was wearing a large and clean white robe, and the wind blowing his hair back. With confusion and excitement, he decided on the future he wanted. magic. Doremi instigates a simple combination like Lassi, and can send him to the polar ice field. magic. The sky is blue and white.Dad made them weave into pictures. magic. Is there anything you want.

magic. In the first half of his life, it was intertwined into a passionate and pure life.If he thought it was good, then it must be good.He imagines and plans everything in the future.There is happiness as an adjective to surround it.Although he couldn't really figure out the details of happiness at that time. But he has no fear.He is a young and powerful magician. [4] My young magician climbed Huangshan wearing a pair of plastic sandals.Standing on Tiandu Peak, many photos were taken.Later, they were printed in black and white, and in the years and months, they safely emitted the yellow of time, and I was able to see my invisible father-smiling with a row of white teeth.The eyes are deep and beautiful.Thin and taller than the pine tree on one side.

Magic is a sea of ​​clouds floating under his feet. My young wizard ran up the Great Wall in a pair of plastic sandals.How did that sentence say.If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero.Standing on the Beacon Tower at Badaling, he thought, um, ok, I am not only as simple as a magician, but also as amazing as a heroic magician.amazing.It's amazing.Dad, I'm so happy for you. Many photos taken on the Great Wall can already be printed in color, and they lie frame by frame behind the transparent plastic film of the album.My magician is still young, his skin is finally tanned, his hands are crossed on his chest, and his eyes are looking into the distance, which seems to be a "far-sighted" look.

Foresight.The Great Wall is a dragon.My magician rides a dragon. At that time, he was immersed in a fiery and turbulent era.Gradually changed into the same clothes as others, unconsciously shouted the same slogan, he raised his clenched arms high, like a nameless branch in a forest.On the night when he closed his eyes and rested, the coordinates under his feet had been replaced by history to another place.There, he had to leave the city where he grew up and go to a certain mountainous area to learn how to be a farmer before he came back to his senses.On the train he was surrounded by men and women of the same age.Several of them were the same magicians he had known.They exchanged friendly glances with each other.

Didn't think much about it.Where is the train rumbling to. my magician.The tall father, with his palms spread out to reveal his bony joints, has since lifted his trousers and stood in the field.The leeches were circling around his legs.Only then did he realize that he had no spells that could repel the leeches.Moreover, he doesn't have the spell to make the water-carrying pole lighter, and he doesn't know how to change the direction of time.There has never been a magician who can change time. [5] Don't say why the candlelight of resistance should be poured down, Life still grows on the river of time.

[6] His planned capital and city walls.His blue clover blooms out of the world.How much he wanted to be a soldier.Kong Wu's powerful eyes and experienced life.He loves all kinds of sports.So being a football player is also good.Being a swimmer is also good.Playing table tennis is also good.High jump is also good.It's also good to go for a run.Anything can become a dazzling hope for the future.It was commented by people that "if there is a player so and so with God's help".That's not divine help, it's my magician father with all kinds of mystical powers in his pocket.

Once they would have set him on a different journey. But at that time, he jumped in the queue to farm, and at night he was too tired to go to bed under the kerosene lamp.I even forgot that the lights can be made less smoky.Gradually, gradually forget the past.Under the suggestion of the gods, he will walk into the mortal world.The Xinghui running in the sky, and the Fengshui secretly flowing underground, also gradually, gradually let him go. The spine collapsed softly into a curved and tired arc. He began to smile and silently put away his old white robe.His right hand is always hidden in his pocket habitually, avoiding using his own spells.There are no more spells.There is only a small mountain dirt road that has been walked for several years.Only a pile of college textbooks he hid beside the kang.Only a pencil that is sharp and sharp.Only the original intention of gradually converging and changing.There is only one pop song that I hum secretly in my heart. Hum in my heart. [7] Many years later, he married a very gentle woman.Raised a very different daughter.Take the two of them back to the city.He bought a house, got a car, changed a few jobs, frowned on many problems, and stayed in the city where he was born for five or six years.A few years ago, he was still running for stability.I often travel to the south and north on business trips, and I go there for a month or two. When he was sitting on the plane, he somewhat missed the experience of stepping through the sea of ​​clouds when he was young.In the eyes of the stewardess, he is already an old guy of enough age.Although his figure was still tall, his face was reddened by the sun.But they still bent down to fasten his seat belt again and again. In fact, he wanted to say, there is no need for that thing, I am a magician.But he just nodded after all: "Thank you, I forgot."Slowly, drink the orange water in one sip. Dad like a child, because of physical reasons, likes things with strong taste.For example, he prefers orange juice to coffee.It sounds like it doesn't have much to do with magicians anymore. Yes.He slowly lost his straight body and young skin, thick black hair, and his strong and powerful teeth for biting walnuts. Instead, he smashed them with a small hammer, and picked out the flesh piece by piece with reading glasses.He lost his passion and his stride, and rarely wore sneakers.When he went to climb Huangshan again, his right foot was injured and he couldn't bear the weight, which became a problem for the whole family. He had to distribute the luggage to my mother and me, and moved slowly and helplessly down the back of the mountain road step by step.He lost his bad temper and became a gentle and soft person.Different people called him differently, sir, uncle, uncle, would he hang his head angrily in front of the first person who called him uncle?No one calls him boy, comrade, and wizard anymore.He also lost his sharp mind and clear memory.Unconsciously asked me "Where did you go yesterday?" many times. I went to the cinema to treat you to a movie yesterday, Dad. [8] He held the freshly cooked carrot milk soup and fed it into my mouth while holding my head.While humming a babbling song.The father who saw it at that time.From my pupils I saw the light on his head. He is tidying up the vegetable patch in the backyard. He changed my diaper.As soon as I switched to one side, I was "poisoned" again by surprise. While taking the exam, he took care of my mother and me who were sick, and ran around the path like an angry lion. He traveled far, far, from this place to the city to buy me an Astro Boy. In his back, which still maintains the fortitude of a young man, there is a residual magician's aura spreading. Dad has completely forgotten the original romantic formulas.This is the case with everything related to the blue sky, white clouds, birds, and deer.What he was painstakingly studying was how to call back the spell in the city, and how to make his daughter less prone to fever.Day by day, day by day, I silently made gestures in my heart. When I fell asleep, my body was like a crooked mountain.Finally got here. [9] There are more than half a hundred magicians who have reached the second half of their lives.But he is the only one in the family who can carry the pure water bucket to the water dispenser in one go.My mother and I applauded on the sidelines.He is the only one in the family who knows how to restore the TV that lost the picture.He is the only one in the family who knows how to get from a certain road to a certain road. My mother and I seem to be listening to the bible.He is the only one in the family who can tell what kind of ammunition this is and what kind of gun that is at the National Day military parade.He is the only one in the family who knows that there is a large open grassland outside another distant city.Green spreads to infinity. It was in the first half of your life, when you were walking on the clouds, go there. He forgot Tengyun's mantra and the key words to make the flowers bloom early, but he practiced the magic of unclogged water pipes, he memorized the first aid measures for all dangerous situations, and he followed them for his daughter's homework. Mathematics textbooks, he must still be the last pillar when everyone feels lost and hopeless, never waver, never hesitate, and the responsibility on his shoulders cannot be relieved by any magic. A magician who has entered the second half of his life, wearing his short-sleeved T-shirt and carrying his bag, drives me out every day and picks me up again. After all, driving is no better than flying. Too skilled, scary serious in the car.I didn't dare to talk to him at that time, I could only see a small half of his face in the mirror.his eyes. In his deep, dark eyes.The silent sea. dad. You brought me to this world with the greatest magic power, and that may be the last time I can remember holding your magician's cloth robe and following you here from the chaos. dad. Even in the turmoil of time, you are a complete magician.You hold the baby's fingers in your right hand, and they look at you and suddenly laugh out loud. Dad, Abrasha Rika, jump.Dad, Chick Lafas, please.Dad, Mi Bang Mi Bang Dong Dong.Dad, Vallomierni.Dad, it's Ossetia.Papa, Hasil Da Mai, Mai Mio Yi. Dad, don't be old.Dad, don't be sick.Dad, don't suffer anymore.Dad, never the same.Dad, be happy.Dad, I love you.In the last line of the magic formula I stole, "Hashir Damai, Mami Oi" -- "Daddy, I love you".