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Chapter 1 I Have a Story

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    Lao Li is not the kind of perfect man who does not shed tears.  In Chen Yao's memory, as a gentleman in people's mouth, he even cried a little too much.  However, most of what made him cry was just because of one word, love.  Lao Li never cried because of difficulties. No matter how desperate a matter seemed, he would rely on his old scalper-like perseverance to resolve it.  But his lacrimal glands are indeed "fragile". When his wife beats the child, he always hugs the child and cries together.  They were all swollen like walnuts.  Now, he is "vulnerable" again.  On the morning of the New Year's Eve, when every household was busy immersing themselves in the joy of the New Year, Lao Li avoided his family again and went to his mother's grave to cry.

    This year, Lao Li was 58 years old.

    This year, Lao Li lost his mother.

    "Mom, I miss you. How are you doing over there? Have you seen my dad? I brought you a lot of money. You can spend more. When you finish spending, I will come and give you a gift."  money."

    Yang Yi said that the living people believe in the existence of ghosts because the living people themselves want to be comforted or redeemed.  Yes, only in this way can their empty, restless hearts find some solace.  If you don¡¯t believe in another world, if the living tell themselves that the dead are dead and nothing exists, then where should the thoughts of the living be placed?

    All Lao Li could think about was his mother, Xu Jinhua, who had passed away. Because of his emotional agitation, tears flowed down his dark and wrinkled face continuously.  runny nose.  Fortunately, no one saw him at this time.

    The cold wind in the north is still bleak, blowing the remaining corn leaves on the ground and the sporadic leaves stuck on the mulberry stalks, making a few noises like tearing paper, and occasionally there are almost distant crows crying.  The sky is full of helpless wanderers, leaves, plastic bags, paper pieces, corn leaves, they are swept by the north wind, blowing from east to west, from west to east, from the ground to the sky, and falling back from the sky  underground.  Until it is hung on the branch of a dead tree or stuck in a place that can accommodate the humble ones.

    At this time, the yellow land was barren, except for the bare chestnut trees, pear trees, etc. and the mulberry ridges that were not cut down because of the laziness of the owner, the most conspicuous thing was the tomb that rose from the ground.

    This is the land where he has lived for most of his life.

    The cold wind blew Lao Li's hair into a mess. There were only a few black hairs dotted on his hair. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice the existence of the black hair. The mess caused by the wind made him even more  A little more vicissitudes.  After weeping and missing, he looked around. In this tomb, since he could remember when he was a child, he has erected countless grave mounds above the ground. Every grave mound is a life, and those buried below  They were once a vivid existence in his life, even connected with his blood.

    What is life?  What is the purpose of living?  Why is there death again?

    The raging north wind whistling, the wreath next to the grave was so broken that there were only some white paper flowers sporadically stuck to it. It was someone who had just died in the village, dying of cancer.  Cancer, people in this small village on this fertile land used to think that it was a word that they only heard on TV.  But now more and more people in this village are dying of this disease. One of the people who was taken away by cancer is his old friend, Li Fengman.  He turned his eyes to the northwest corner, where his old friend Li Fengman was sleeping peacefully. Thinking of this, another pang of sorrow came to his heart.

    He also filled two handfuls of soil for his father, grandfather, and Li Fengman, and then dragged his exhausted body back home.  When he was young, he was always praised for his spirit. He always walked with his back straight, like a soldier in training.  At this moment, even when he straightened his body consciously, he had to bow his head to the instinct of his body.  Due to the torment of the disease, his back can hardly be straight anymore.  Walking with a hunched body makes him more comfortable.  Especially when I got up from the ground because of squatting for a long time, I looked like an old man walking with a walking stick from behind.  He got up and stopped in place for a while, then supported his waist with his right hand, and tried to push his waist back a few times, trying to push his back back a little more each time.  And every time he pushed back, he had to grit his teeth and endure the pain from the nerves to the brain.  But fortunately, I finally straightened my waist a little bit.

    His hunched back was left on this desolate land, together with those withered trees and crops, they formed a black and white oil painting, just looking at it for a while, it makes people feel inexplicably painful.  But there are only two spectators, the sky and the earth.  One gave birth to him, and the other will be his home in the future.

    Chen Yao discovered that her father, Li Changqing, started to change because of him.?The year I was eighteen.  His change is reflected in the fact that during the National Day on October 1, he started to eat two crabs bought by his second daughter; during the Chinese New Year, he drank the Lai Mao bought by his fourth daughter for 700 yuan, and put on  The third daughter bought a woolen sweater for 450 yuan, and the daughter-in-law bought leather cotton shoes for 35 yuan, which are his favorite types of shoes.  This year, the fourth daughter finally remembered that his foot size was 40 yards. She is a Cancer with no common sense. She often remembers the size of her clothes wrongly.  Miracle.  That year, she deeply realized what life is difficult, but when she looked around, all she saw were people who were struggling for life. No one was easy, so she didn't have to think that she was particularly hard  up.  But that year was really hard for her. She was twenty-eight years old and changed three companies within four months.  She still hasn't escaped the shadow of fate that has shrouded her since she was born. Sometimes she really feels that it will be like this all her life. Maybe it's like what her mother Yang Yi said, people's fate is predestined.  Although she is a staunch follower of Marxism, the ups and downs of her life in the past 28 years have already made Marxism shrink more and more to her spiritual corner.

    She was still so abandoned by fate.

    She began to call Dad Lao Li, because his hair was indeed almost completely gray. In his own words, he was half buried in the ground, and people in the countryside joked like this when they lived past fifty.  In the past, when the children called home, Lao Li always stayed away. In the impression of all the children, he was always more silent.  Now, he would also rush to answer the phone, complaining that everyone else was off duty during the first lunar month, but he didn't have any off duty.  Complaining about quarreling with his old lady, he was trembling with anger.  He is still so "narrow-minded" and he doesn't want to throw away old things, even if it's sheep oil that has woolen hair, he is reluctant to throw away.  There are also those shoes and clothes that are too tattered to be worn. Every time his wife sorts them out and throws them out, he always picks them up.  The poor days he lived in the past have been deeply ingrained in his mind, and the concepts formed at that time made it unacceptable for him to throw away even a stitch.

    After Chen Yao experienced all these twists and turns, she was already exhausted physically and mentally by the pain of this life.  At this time, looking at the grey-haired Lao Li, as a farmer, in the age when children were like discarded shoes, he took one step at a time, one tear fell into eight petals, one penny was divided into eight flowers, with this spirit  Four children were raised, and the journey was full of unimaginable hardships.  Although being one of his burdens, Chen Yao has been watching and participating in this hardship, although she has been doing her best to be filial, but when she really left her family and completely started an independent social life, she felt more deeply.  I have fully experienced the difficulty of life, and the difficulty of Lao Li.

    Lao Li has been joking, saying that most of his life has been like a drama. He said that when he gets old, he must write his own story.  However, although Lao Li is in the fourth grade of elementary school, he can't even use pinyin.  Even so, this does not affect Lao Li's progress. His hard work makes Chen Yao feel that he can write it in textbooks. Even at the age of fifty-eight, after his eyes got sick, he couldn't use the computer pinyin  Under the circumstances, relying on the spirit of studying hard day and night, I got the driver's license step by step.  Chen Yao felt that it was necessary for him to help Lao Li write his story together, after all, those daily moments had already been deeply engraved in her mind.

    Lao Li's story has a strong color of the times, but it does not affect his heroism.  Every era has its heroes, and Lao Li is the most powerful hero in Chen Yao's life world.  Because the hero's name is father.

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