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Chapter 22 Snow Robe (2)

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    The northwest wind has been blowing for more than a week, and winter is here.

    The car crawled on the winding mountain road for a long time.  Who said that history cannot go back?  I feel that we are going back, we are about to go in, the history of the past.

    The sky is gray.  We first ascended slowly, and then descended after most of the day.  The scenery outside the window is the same, it is always those crop fields, the mud layer is very thin, just cleared, there are small waves, and the seeds of wheat are buried in the fresh soil peaks and mud waves.

    This is the most exhausting time, my mind is in a daze, and I can't think of anything.  I closed my eyes for a long time, and then opened them again. The car was still circling around a big mountain, and the buzzing sound remained the same.  What we saw was still the land where wheat had just been planted, and a few grass houses, but they were getting closer.

    I look at my father, and he is looking at me too.  His face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and I knew he had been patient.

    He has always had this kind of patient expression.  But if you ask him, he will not admit it, lest it will cause my uneasiness.

    Probably my complexion is not good either.

    He took out a pack of sliced ??ginger from his carry-on bag.

    "Dad, did you do it?"

    "Well, I salted it for a bit. You take a piece to block the smell of gasoline, and you won't faint."

    "I want to open the window."

    "But," he looked around, "it's too cold for others to bear."

    "Then it won't open."

    He thought for a while and said, "Xin¡ª" the voice hesitated.

    "Um?"

    He waited for a while, and when I turned my face away, he said, "I've been worried that you've suffered so much, will you change"

    He stopped talking, looked at me, looked ahead, and looked at me again.

    I guessed what he meant.

    "Dad, I'm not going to be bad. Really, Dad. Not all people who are unlucky, or who suffer a lot, complain and become vicious. At least, I won't be your son."  Like my peers, I told him seriously, "I just feel that during the summer months, I seem to have lived for decades."

    "I'm sorry, son."

    "Why? You're not sorry, Dad. Are we almost there?"

    "Cross another mountain ridge and we'll be there."

    We got off at a small town called Wind Valley.

    I used to be so familiar with this small town. My father took me to the market, and the streets were crowded with people. He always bought me a piece of sweet hair cake first, and then went to choose the dishes we needed at home.  We pushed our way through the crowd and immediately smelled the smell of fresh livestock manure.  Then we carried a basketful of potatoes and greens and went back home to Wind Valley Middle School, singing songs.

    Many houses have been added to the town, but the warm and vibrant scene before is no longer there.  The streets were dirty and messy, and even though it was winter, when the cars drove by, they still rolled up huge waves of dust.

    From Fenggu Town, you have to walk five miles to get to Fenggu Middle School.  On the way, we rested at Longjing, where my father used to carry water.  The well water is steaming hot in winter, but the well water is still sweet. It is exactly the same as in my memory, but the surrounding bushes grow taller and denser, which makes me feel very comforted.  Blossoming pink quinoa flowers, which are only available in winter, are dotted on the dry gray-white thorns, like smiling faces from childhood, coming to greet me.

    Leaving Longjing, passing through a large crop field, and turning over a small hill, you will see the school.  Standing on a high hill, my father pointed it out to me - the pine forest, the teaching building, the big playground, and the staff dormitory.  We picked up the pace, we walked down the hill, and galloped down, our heels tickling the bones in my body.  It's near, it's near, it's here!

    However, they are not as big and vast as I remembered in my childhood. A few concrete houses just stayed in the mountain valley pitifully, without bells or people, only an indescribable desolation.

    (In my memory, the pine forest is endless, covering the entire hill, and it is connected with the white clouds that look like houses, warships, and islands in the sky. And the big playground is so vast, we can spend the whole day  run on it)

    The principal came out to meet us.  In the cold weather, he wore a thick Lei Feng hat with the ears pulled down to wrap tightly around his chin.

    The principal said: "This is Zhou Xin? Hey, he has grown up so much. With glasses on, he looks like a little college student."

    I am embarrassed: "I am in the first grade of junior high school."

    It was only after he lifted the ears of his cap that I vaguely remembered that this face was once familiar¡ªhe was a student of Grandpa and a classmate of Dad.  he is old?" the first song.  "

    "I said that grandpa is still there, that's what I mean. When the petals and leaves fall, they become part of the soil, and new flowers and trees can grow. Grandpa is still there, but it's not like before. He is like  The leaves become the soil and nutrients that exist in the body of the new tree, which will exist in every life, for example, in my life and your life."

    "I believe, Dad."

    "In each of our lives, there is a part of others. He loved you, and he is in your life. We will also exist in other people's lives in the future."

    "I'm sure, Dad. I feel better when you say that."

    Dad poured me a glass of water.

    "You are exhausted today. Drink water and go to bed. Tomorrow, we will go back, shall we?"

    "I don't want to go back, and I'm not sleepy."

    "Are you really not sleepy?"

    I looked into my dad's eyes and summoned up my courage: "Mom is in my life too, right? Tell me about my mom, I'm thirteen! Don't hesitate, Dad, you should have told me.  "

    "I want to wait"

    He let out a coughing sound.

    "I want you to tell me now. Anyway, I'm not going to sleep tonight. Come on, Dad, you should let me know."

    Even in the firelight, I could see a trace of bewilderment flitting through Baba's eyes.

    His voice became difficult again.

    "Xin, if I told you that I am not your father, what would you think?"

    "Here, let me tell you what I think."

    I took a book out of my bag: "Listen, Dad¡ª'If you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine, and your footsteps will be different from other people's. Other people's  The sound of footsteps will make me quickly hide in the ground, and your footsteps will be like music, calling me out of the cave. Then, look, see the wheat field over there? I don¡¯t eat bread, the wheat comes to me  It's pointless to say. It's sad that the wheat fields don't remind me of me. But you have golden hair, and how wonderful it would be if you tamed me! The golden wheat reminds me of you,  I'd love to hear the wind blowing among the ears of wheat, too.'"

    Dad listened fascinated.

    "This is what a little fox said to the little prince. Dad, I am the little fox, and you are the little prince."

    Dad closed one eye and squinted the other.

    This is a game my grandfather used to play with me when I was young, called "big eyes, squinting eyes".  Every time grandpa closes one eye, I have to close it with him, and the other eye has to be opened wide and then narrowed slightly.  If you can't close what should be closed, can't open what should be widened, and if you can't close what should be squinted, it is considered a loss. If you lose, you have to recite Tang poems.  Now that I think about it, I realize that this game of grandpa was specially designed for me, because my amblyopic eye always seems to be unable to open.

    So, I took off my glasses, closed one eye, and opened the other wide, to show Dad what my grown-up eyes can do.

    Dad laughed, and we laughed together.

    Dad took off his hat and said, "I'm not a little prince, I'm an old man. You see, I don't have blond hair. My hair used to be black and curly, but now it's gray and lost a lot. Later  You will become Lenin, just like grandpa."

    "That's genetic. Dad, I wish I had inherited something from you, even if it's baldness."

    "You won't be bald. Your skin is a bit dark, but I like it. This is the healthiest complexion. You are very handsome now, and you will be very handsome when you grow out of your full body!"

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