Huayang Laoshe

Yesterday in a dark little house, my father lay sprawled on the floor.

He was dressed in white, barefoot, and his fingers bent feebly.

His happy eyes closed tightly and turned into two black holes; She grinned as if she scared me.

My mother knelt beside him and combed my father's hair with a small comb that I often use to saw watermelon skin.

Mother wore a red apron and muttered gruffly, and tears kept flowing from his swollen eyes.

Grandma held my hand tightly. She was crying and shaking all over, which made my hand shake.

She tried to push me to my father's side. I don't want to go. I'm scared!

I've never seen such a fight, and I have a strange fear.

I don't understand what grandma repeatedly said to me:

"Come, say goodbye to dad, son. He is a minor, but he is dead. You'll never see him again, dear ... "

I always believe everything my grandmother says. Although she is dressed in black now, her head and eyes are surprisingly big, which is quite strange and fun.

I was seriously ill when I was young, and my father took care of me, but later, my grandmother came and he took care of me.

"Where are you from?"

I asked.

"Nini, you came by boat, you can't walk, you can't walk on water, son!"

She answered.

You can't walk on water! By boat!

Ah, that's ridiculous, that's funny!

There are several bearded Persians living upstairs in my house; Carl Mike, an old man selling sheepskin, lived in the basement; Along the stairs, you can slide down. If you fall, you will fall head first.

I am familiar with all this, but I have never heard of anyone coming up from the water.

"How can I be a child?"

"Because you are talkative!"

She said with a smile.

From that moment on, I fell in love with this kind old man. I hope she can get me out of here at once.

Because I'm in too much pain here.

My mother's crying startled me, but she had never been so weak. She has always been strict.

My mother is big, with hard bones and strong hands. She always dresses up for Li Suosuo.

But now I can't. My clothes are crooked and messy. Her hair used to be combed bare and stuck to her head like a big bright hat, but now it is pulled over her bare shoulders. She knelt there and some of her hair touched her father's face.

I stood in the room for a long time, but she didn't look at me. She just combed her father's hair and shed tears.

There are some people standing outside the door, including country people in black and policemen.

"Hurry up, hurry up and clean up!"

The policeman shouted impatiently.

The window was covered with a black shawl, and a gust of wind blew it, making it tremble.

The sound reminds me of when my father took me boating. We were playing when suddenly it thundered and scared me to shout.

My father smiled, grabbed me with his knee and said loudly, "Don't be afraid, it's okay!" " "

Thinking of this, I suddenly saw my mother struggling to get up from the floor, but she didn't stand firm. She fell on her back and her hair was scattered on the floor.

Her eyes were closed, her face was livid, and she grinned like her father: "Get out, Alexei! Close the door. "

Grandma ran behind a box in the corner, and mother rolled on the ground, groaning in pain and gnashing her teeth.

Grandma followed her crawling on the ground and said happily, "Oh, my God!

"In the name of the Father and the Son, Varusha, hold on!"

That's terrible!

They rolled around their father and touched him back and forth, but he didn't move, as if he were still laughing!

They tossed about on the floor for a long time, and their mother stood up several times and fell down again. Grandma is like a strange black ball, rolling around her mother.

Suddenly, in the dark, I heard a child crying!

"Oh, thank God, it's a boy!"

Light a candle.

I can't remember what happened afterwards. Maybe I fell asleep in the corner.

Another impression in my memory is a desolate corner of the cemetery.

It was raining, and I stood on the sticky mound and watched them put my father's coffin in the grave.

The pit is full of water, and there are some frogs. Two of them have climbed to the yellow coffin lid.

Standing next to the grave are me, grandma, the policeman and two country people with gloomy faces and shovels.

Raindrops keep hitting everyone.

"Bury it, bury it!"

The police gave the order.

Grandma began to cry again and covered her face with a horn scarf.

The countryman immediately pursed his ass and filled the hole.

The soil hits the water, and the sound is straight; Two frogs jumped down from the coffin and climbed up the pit wall, but the clods soon knocked them down again.

"Let's go, Alexei!"

Grandma patted me on the shoulder. I broke free. I don't want to leave.

"Oh, really, God!"

I don't know whether she blames me or God. She stood there quietly, the grave was filled, and she still stood there, motionless.

The wind blew and the rain was blown away.

Two country people landed flat with shovels and tinkled.

Grandma led me through many black crosses to the distant church.

"Why don't you cry?" You should cry! "Out of the cemetery fence, she said.

"I don't want to cry."

"Oh, don't want to cry, forget it, don't cry!"

I seldom cry. I cry because I am angry, not because of pain or anything.

As soon as I cry, my father laughs at me, and my mother scolds me severely: "Stop crying!" " "

We sat in a pony car and walked on a dirty street. The street is wide, with crimson houses on both sides.

"Can those two frogs still come out?"

"Maybe they can't get out, but God will bless them, it's okay!"

Neither father nor mother mentioned God so often.

A few days later, grandma, mom and I got on a boat together.

The newborn little brother died, wrapped in white cloth and red-headed documents, lying quietly on a small table.

I sat on my luggage and looked out of the small window. The frothy turbid water outside receded, and splashing water hit the window from time to time.

I jumped up instinctively.

"Oh, don't be afraid!"

Grandma picked me up with her warm hands and put me on the luggage.

The water was foggy, and occasionally black land appeared in the distance, and immediately disappeared into the dense fog.

Everything around me was shaking except my mother, who stood motionless against the boat with her hands behind her head.

Her face was livid, her legs were closed and she was silent.

She is a different person, even her clothes have changed. I think she is getting more and more strange.

Grandma often says to her, "Valeria, eat something and eat less, okay?"

Mother didn't seem to hear, but she remained motionless.

Grandma always speaks softly to me, but she speaks louder to her mother, but she is also very careful and seems a little timid.

She seems a little afraid of her mother, which brings me closer to my grandmother.

"Saladov, where is the sailor?"

Mother suddenly shouted angrily.

What? Saladov? Sailor? Strange.

A white-haired man came in. He is dressed in blue and carrying a wooden box. I'm exhausted! ! If you want to know, log in

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