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    This time I went back home after only one day in the city.  Even if it's not for my father, I have to come back.  Because, the next day is October **, the wedding day of my cousin's son.  My cousin had already agreed with me that on the day of his son's wedding, he asked me to register, that is, to write down the names of relatives and friends who came to congratulate me and the gift money verbatim, so that it will be convenient for future exchanges of gifts.  .  Whenever something happens, "logging in" is a very important and extremely cumbersome thing.  My cousin is originally from my own family, and he has helped us a lot recently, so I can't refuse it due to emotion or reason.

    The primary school ended early in the afternoon, and my cousin's son happened to be doing business in the city during that time, so our traffic problem was solved very well invisibly.  However, there were already some people in the car, so in the end only my sister, nephew and my child sat on it.  And my wife and I can only go back by driving a motorcycle.

    Although my wife got off work a little earlier, it was already late when we returned to our hometown.  On that day, we fully appreciated the majesty when the night gradually approached.  The closer you get to home, the darker it gets.  His vision slowly became blurred.  The black veil in front of her eyes is getting thicker and thicker.  It was a cloudy day, and the sky was dark.  Black as thick as ink mercilessly covered the entire earth.  Unfortunately, I had some issues with the headlights on my motorcycle, and they were only glowing like fireflies.  Perhaps, the person on the opposite side can vaguely see that faint fluorescent light; but, to me, such a weak light is completely bound by the viscous darkness within the lampshade, and it is impossible to achieve even the slightest bit of illumination.  effect.  Although I was almost home, I felt that I couldn't see my fingers and had to stop the motorcycle that was already too slow.

    I have walked the way home thousands of times, so naturally I don't worry about getting lost.  However, I am afraid of bumping into pedestrians because of my line of sight.  Just when I was about to walk back with the heavy motorcycle, my wife came up with a feasible solution in a hurry.  She quickly turned on her phone and adjusted to the lighting effects.  Although it cannot be compared with the original motorcycle headlights, it is definitely much stronger than the current firefly lights.  With the light of my mobile phone, I can barely see things within two or three meters.  So, I started again, although the speed was still not fast, but it was much stronger than walking.

    It is precisely because of the thick night, the faint headlights, and the ingenious way of lighting that this journey home has left an indelible impression on my mind.

    What does the blocking of the night and the failure of the headlight indicate?  Is this also an omen?  I couldn't help thinking about it secretly.  At that time, can I still be regarded as an atheist?  Of course, if someone asks me now, then I will definitely answer without hesitation: definitely!  However, at that special time, let alone others, even I doubted myself a little.  A bad premonition hit my heart.  At that time, I only had one thought, which was to break through the shackles of darkness and return home as quickly as possible.  Only when I see my father who is still breathing can I feel relieved.

    Later, according to my cousin, he also had the same worry at the time.  The last thing my cousin wanted was for my father to close his eyes forever while the wedding was being held.  Although they are not a family now, my cousin will never ignore my father's funeral.  What my cousin is most afraid of is the simultaneous occurrence of happy events and funerals.

    Between the tension (being nervous because I was worried about my father) and the control (controlling to avoid traffic accidents), I finally returned home.  But what I saw was pitch black.  There was no light, and when I got closer, I saw that the door was completely closed.

    "Where are people? Where are they?"

    My wife clearly sensed my panic.  She held my hand tightly for the first time.  "Don't worry, maybe they've all gone to my cousin's house."

    After listening to my wife's comfort, I think it makes sense.  Because, according to the customs here, starting tonight, we will start to entertain some people.  And the father is what the cousin must invite.  Although my mood has improved a lot, how can I really feel relieved if I don't see my father?

    I used the fastest speed to pile up some of the things I brought back somewhere in the nave, locked the door, and then impatiently rushed to my cousin's house with my wife again by the light of the mobile phone.

    Under the guidance of the brilliant lights and the guidance of the noise, I came to my cousin's house.  When I entered the yard, I saw many acquaintances.  There are many people saying hello to me (I am still quite senior in Murakami).  But, at this time, I can't care about these.  I put down the motorcycle as quickly as possible, and I ignored everyone and everything.  I almost broke into my cousin's house.  After searching anxiously and quickly, I finally saw the familiar figure.

    Father was lying on the bed in the west room on the first floor.  father?There was a thick quilt behind her.  Father looked much better than yesterday.  At this time, my father was chatting with people from the same village with great interest.  In addition to being emaciated and weak, my father seemed to have regained his former vitality.

    Under the infection of my father, I couldn't help smiling.  I know that just now, I was purely scaring myself.  This was a complete false alarm.  However, I would rather that I was a false alarm, and I would rather that the scene I was worried about just now would never appear.

    The gaffe just now will definitely make many people who took the initiative to say hello feel bad for me.  Although I have a high seniority, I am not very old.  Therefore, there is absolutely no qualification for "relying on the old and selling the old".  Fortunately, I have always been open-minded, and I have never paid much attention to other people's criticisms.  But please be ashamed of your heart, let others talk about the rest.

    The joy brought about by the father's "spirited" (compared to before) performance undoubtedly dilutes all the unhappiness caused by his gaffe.  I was happy to accompany my father, and occasionally joined in for a few words.  After all, I don't have much in common with the people in my village.  Of course, when my father talked more and more about sex, I would also remind him to control his emotions and remind him to talk less and rest more.

    During the dinner, our family sat together, except that my brother-in-law was missing.  I feel that my father's appetite is very good today, and he ate a lot of dishes.  Of course, except for spicy dishes.  At the same time, my father also reminded me to take food for the two children quite rarely.  Since the relapse, the father has no time to care about the two children due to poor mental health.  This is undoubtedly a welcome change.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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