The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are a few goose-like snowflakes floating from time to time in the sky. It's time to spend a good amount of time every day. Yeah, I can finally relax and go back to my hometown to spend time with my father.
I specially bought my father two bottles of wine. His father loved wine, but he only drank some homemade rice wine for a lifetime. The wine was bleak, and there was no wine taste, but it was his own mouth. Even so, the mother was afraid that he was old and could not drink, and he was limited to only one drink per meal. If my father couldn’t beat my mother, but I rushed for a cup, I would take a chance to drink a lot. The full glass of wine would go on for a while, and my father would take it for granted. Therefore, in fact, the father must drink every meal. A cup and a half look. Sometimes the mother is seen drinking in the side of the wine jar. The mother can't help but say a few words. The father laughs like a mischievous child and shyly smiles.
My father always hoped that I would go back and drink with him, because only at this time, he could drink it happily, and his mother would not criticize anything. He and she and our sons and daughters would eat and drink. However, I have only a handful of drinks with my father, especially after going abroad. However, every year I will promise my father: This year, New Year, I will accompany you to drink!
Seeing it is the New Year's Eve, I will not do anything else this year, just want to accompany my father to drink. Nothing to hesitate, buy a plane ticket and come back with a round.
My father is old. Hearing that I was coming back, the white-haired boy got up early in the morning and squeezed on the earliest public car. He came to the county railway station to pick me up. Far away, I saw my father. In the cold days, he had forgotten to wear his coat, but he stretched his neck and looked at the old, cloudy eyes under the sleet sky. I will soon come to him, he is still anxious and forgetfully looking for me. I looked at my old father like a tree stump. My nose was sour. I said softly, "Father, I'm back." My father turned to see me and looked very strange and continued to look around. I didn't know what he was looking for. . After a while, my father's throat rang, and muffled and said, "You're coming back alone?" "Um." I suddenly realized what my father was looking for: My father yearned for me to take my other half back. , but I let him down again. The father sighed heavily, as if it were to me, and it was like saying to himself: "It has snowed, and the New Year has passed."
As soon as she arrived home, her mother was already busy. I put my two bottles of wine into my father’s cleft hands, and my father took a closer look at the foreign language on the bottle and then walked into the house and hid them. When he came out, his father took a full bottle of wine and said, "We'll drink our family's wine today." "OK, OK," I said quickly. Sending his wine is to let him drink slowly.
Snowflake underground, inattentive look. Although the wind is cold, it is shallow. On the platform behind the house, there is a wooden table, a bottle of wine, and a few dishes of dishes. I sat under the empty sky, slowly drinking wine with my father, neighbor's dog dangling under our feet. I said, "I planned it at the beginning of the year. I must be back to accompany you when the Chinese New Year." "Ah," his father responded, drank a full glass of wine and I quickly filled him.
I remember going back to work and passing through the house. I drank my father's drink with a good drink. It was in the evening and the thin sunset was shining lightly on the body. We had nothing to spare. It was just that you were drinking with a glass of wine. It's nice to drink with my father.
Today, however, there is no sunshine, only snowflakes, and the sound of firecrackers coming from far away. At this time, my father suddenly looked up and stared at me, saying: "You have to go abroad for five or six years now?" "No. Less than three years." "You promised to come back to drink with me during the New Year." "Isn't it coming back?" "You promised to bring your wife back when the New Year." The father said: "You promised that no matter you go overseas or come to the ends of the earth, you will find ways to come back to see me." My throat jerked and gave a shout, "Father…" At this moment, I heard a slight behind Convulsions and turnarounds are actually mothers leaning on the threshold.
When my mother saw me, she walked over and ran into tears. She plucked her scarf in her hand and said, "Yunnan Yunnai, I don't think your father's son will ever live a long time. He will miss you every day, and he will tell you every day. Drink each morning, and come together to go down to the bodhisattva in the hall to make a wish for fear that you will sleep and you will never see you again… "Stop it, and the mother said:" He still worried about you every day. Say you've come so far, don’t talk about friends, not even relatives. This world is so chaotic. If you fight with other people, you can't even find a helper. Isn’t it blind to people?”
My father blinked at her mother and said hard: "Are you not the same? Watching TV every day, watching and failing to understand, and worrying. I heard that I came back yesterday, I didn't sleep for a night, I still have to follow I went to the county town.” When my mother saw me with her head down, she said: “OK, old man, you drink at the bar and the snow drifts into the glass.” After the mother finished, she slowly returned to the stove.
I had two snowflakes in my glass and my father did not see it. I added wine to my glass. My father said, "Do you have a place where you live in New Year?" I said, "I'm not happy. Foreigners only have Christmas." My father said, "What a broken place, it's just a year. What are you doing there? Domestic. Isn’t it good?” I was speechless. My father suddenly said softly: "You see, you have a lot of white hair. Are you wronged there?" I shook my head. The father sighed and said, "I know you will not tell me anything. I don't care if you are there. But I'm the one who looks at it. The yellow earth will soon cover my neck. You tell me, When did you show me grandchildren?"
I do not know when I had a cold drop on my face. I couldn't tell whether it was tears or snowflakes. My father is old and really old. I can't bear to give him an empty promise. However, in addition to drinking with the elderly, what else can I say and do? "Drink, father. I know you have a good drink. I know you've never drunk. Ah, father, today's Chinese New Year. I really want to accompany you to get drunk…"
The car sounded suddenly outside the door and someone called my name. I suddenly wake up: My God, the sun is shining outside the window, I am still in New Zealand. For a moment, tears slowly slide down my rough face…