Life may be a journey full of souls.

My first contact with Cai Chongda's "Pi" was a course I bought last year, and the teacher in it briefly mentioned the book from the perspective of writing. From then on, I remembered the name "skin", which lay quietly on my bookshelf 1 for many years until I finished reading it yesterday.

The first half was almost finished with tears, while the second half was not particularly profound, and I was in a hurry to write words, which is also the reason why this book has different opinions.

After reading the book, I read the short comments and long comments on Douban, and I also went to Zhihu to search the evaluation of this book, but I still can't think of a clear logic, and I can't find a suitable title. I think that's it. Write a few things that I feel very moved.

0 1

Good words often bring people two kinds of reading feelings, and you can't bear to read them all at once.

I read it all at once, and I admit that the first half is a good word. I cried several times at these words. Cai Chongda's writing has a magic power. He did not deliberately emphasize family ties, telling an ordinary past, but the lines were full of moving power.

In the chapter "skins", when the 92-year-old woman accidentally fell down and couldn't move at home, the author wrote:

This is an ordinary speech, but in the author's pen, it is full of picture sense. Yes, I can imagine an old lady in her 90 s, holding a chair and moving slowly. Maybe she can't walk far in an hour. Maybe she can't wait for the arrival of Black Dog all afternoon, but she will still sit there and wait.

Maybe a girl's heart is soft and delicate. If you are not careful, you will think of yourself and your family, the elderly, the ruthlessness of the years, and the lonely old age, and you will be unable to help but cry.

02

Perhaps, the cold rule of a piece of skin is that it never promises anything, it doesn't believe in miracles, and it doesn't believe in the heart.

Therefore, it is better to accept all this and accept the suffering and pain brought by life. You know, ordinary years fall in everyone's world, no one is ordinary, there are always many illnesses, parting and helplessness. How to live in peace with this mixed life is one of the biggest tasks in our life.

In the chapter "Mother's House", the author came home, turned on all the lights in the house, looked carefully bit by bit for the first time and saw everything in the house. Although my father has gone, every place and every inch of my home seems to smell like my father. Every time I go, my father's breath follows me.

The author writes here:

Writing a piece of leather on paper makes the nib sad. Cai Chongda's words hurt people deeply. He cried several times. Perhaps, as Douban users said, it is easy for you to see some or not all of your own shadows, but there is always a paragraph in these stories that just overlaps with your life.

Therefore, I shed my own tears in other people's stories.

In fact, in this passage, in addition to reading out the love of the sick father for his son, I also have a sense of trance, which reminds me of Ronghao Li's "Old Street" and the final ending of "Please Answer 1988".

Some are sad, some are uncomfortable.

Those old days that can't go back, whether suffering or happiness, have slipped away with the pace of time. All that remains is a sigh.

Goodbye, black dog's father; Goodbye, the old street of Ronghao Li; Goodbye, the double doors of Deshan; Goodbye, my youth.

03

No matter what texture this skin is, it is wrapped in a heart. Life may be a journey full of souls.

In the chapter "Disability", Black Dog's father suffered from stroke and hemiplegia, and tried to stand up many times. His mother put a crutch beside him. Seeing the crutch, he understood his future life. He angrily picked up the crutch and hit his mother.

Thanks to my father's half-length, unable to meow accurately. The crutch just grazed my mother's head, but a large piece of blood oozed from her head and fell to the ground. Then my sister screamed, my anger, my father's hysteria, and finally the whole family cried.

Bad plot, right? I helped my mother to bed, comforted my sister, fed my father with her, took a shower and helped him back to his room. I asked the air when I closed the door.

I don't know who I am asking. I always felt that there were eyes watching all this, and then I asked the second sentence: How is the story going?

Of course, no one answered.

I have also experienced crying with my family. Moreover, after a simple cleaning, I asked myself in the air: what should I do? I also know that no one will answer.

Impossible, this is an examination question given to you by God. I have to bite the bullet and do it, and I don't know the result. You only know how to look at the sky one step at a time, then walk one step at a time and then look at the sky.

But fortunately, the author's heart has always been full of hope. He keeps working hard and saving money. He wants to take his father to America to see a doctor. He wants to save this fragile family.

However, his father can't wait. Maybe he didn't want his son to work so hard. He left early.

Then, that rainy afternoon, the TV on the road was playing the countdown to the opening ceremony of the World Cup. Suddenly got a call from my cousin.

Is it convenient for you to talk?

……

Your father is gone. At four o'clock in the afternoon, your mother came home and saw him faint on the ground. She quickly asked us to drive him to the hospital for emergency treatment. But on the way, he was dying.

Don't you want to die? I cursed my father in my heart.

Don't you want to die? Why don't you keep your promise at all?

04

Life is always full of too much helplessness and sadness. I have experienced the trick of fate and the waste of time. I hope the final outcome will be quiet years.

Life is still beautiful.