In the river of my memory, father is a vague term, because the man I call father always gives me a mysterious feeling. You never know what he is thinking, and even if you know it, you can't understand it.

Why is this old man who is about to reach his 60th year always meditating, always looking at the sky in the distance with his eyes that have long since lost their brightness and are even a little cloudy!

I remember that before I graduated from elementary school, I had never seen or even heard of my father. I even thought that I was a wild child, a wolf cub, and a bastard that jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.

But fortunately, I still have my mother. The woman who loves me deeply told me, "Your father is amazing. There is nothing he can't do. He is making money for you and will help you go to college and find a job. What will others say about you?"

Don’t even believe it, daddy loves you!”

Whenever I hear these words from my mother, I always wait with joy for him to appear like the Monkey King, stepping on the auspicious clouds, and then defeat all those who bully me.

But during every New Year and holiday, my good wishes were ruthlessly shattered. My father became synonymous with the unfilial sons of my grandparents who failed to live up to their expectations, became the synonym of my aunts and uncles who said they were careless brothers, and also became the representative of my cousin.

A synonym for unreliable uncle spoken by brothers and cousins.

I didn't live with my father until after middle school. My father's words and deeds undoubtedly determined my future development. I'm glad to have such . I'm glad that he taught me everything a man should do, and

I am the first to practice it, and I am glad that he warned me about all the things that men should not do. Although he has not practiced the following things, his wide and thick trousers belt always helps me when he can't tell me.

, take the lead and do it yourself!

My father had many friends in my mind. I was very puzzled as to how this toothy, fat old man who always showed off his bald head and had a fierce look could have so many friends.

Is there something wrong with their eyes?

My father was willing to drive that dilapidated second-hand car when he had nothing to do, earn some money using the most popular taxi-hailing software, and then buy a lot of ingredients and make exquisite dishes by himself, just like showing off his skills. At this time, I

I wonder if my dad worked as a cook in some mysterious department when he was young?

At this moment, there will always be luxury cars arriving. Some middle-aged people in suits and leather shoes throw down their expensive coats and follow their father's shouts of "Five leaders, six six six..." as if they have taken off a lot of clothes.

Wearing a mask that made them tired, they followed their father and talked about the recent affairs of their children, saying that everyone should give up everything at this age, and I couldn't understand the drunken words.

Or there are always some people who are not very brightly dressed. They are different from the successful people before. Everyone has a strong atmosphere of the world. These people become more direct after drinking too much, or they pull me

He said, "Son, do you know? That year, your father had a fight with a policeman on the street because of me. It was because of me! Otherwise, your father could have been more successful..."

Or he would just drink with his head down and drink, saying some code words that I couldn't understand, and Jianghu cutscenes, such as "frame, out, fishing, three cards..."

My father always received everyone warmly. When they came, no matter whether it was windy or rainy, my father would stand at the door with his tall figure and watch, or he would drive out to pick them up!

But when they finished drinking and left, their father would never say another word and tell them with his back, "Let's go!"

Then my father drank alone for a while. I was wondering how my father, who was so ignorant in my eyes, knew the famous saying of Teacher Liang Qiushi: "If you leave, I won't see you off! If you come, no matter how hard it is, I will go."

pick you up"...

Maybe because I grew older, I began to feel my father's sadness, I began to understand the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and I began to understand my father's sad attitude when he was drunk.

"Dad!" I sat on the edge of the table nervously and called out to my father who was slightly tipsy or very drunk.

"Haha...what happened to my son?" My father raised his blurred eyes and looked at me redly and asked.

"Let's talk?" I pretended to be relaxed and lit a cigarette for my father, and then lit it for myself.

"What are you talking about? Have you come to me for inspiration?" My father asked, smoking a cigarette and looking at me sideways.

"I have nothing to write, I just want to talk to you." I stretched out my hand to scratch my nose and said awkwardly.

Maybe the father suddenly had a desire to talk because he was drunk, or maybe the father wanted to support his child's career.

Anyway, I don’t know why, but after hearing what I said, my father’s eyes lit up and he said, “I read what you wrote, and I’d say it’s immoral. Don’t blame me for being outspoken, because the so-called rivers and lakes you have experienced,

Society is really a child's plaything! There is no morality left in the world. The brainstorming and real ghosts and fake ghosts you wrote about are just children playing tricks on each other here! Otherwise, I will tell you my story.

Son, look back and see what you wrote about your father."

I was stunned when I heard what my father said, but I immediately instinctively took out my little notebook, looked at my father and said, "Come on, let me listen to your story!"

Then, in my father's simple, direct, and honest words, I saw an absurdity... No! It's not absurd, it's the crazy years. In those years, my father and his friends, brothers, and siblings composed...

It was a heart-stirring history of struggle. My hands trembled slightly as I recorded it, and my heart could not calm down for a long time.

Finally, I looked at my father, whose voice gradually became quieter, then muttered, and finally fell asleep. I lit a cigarette again and prepared to tell you the history of the struggle of those fathers!

It was the late autumn of 1979. On Taoyuan Road, Nanguan District, the most famous slum in City C, outside a gate called Qingliu Hutong, a half-grown boy wearing a white shirt that was rare in the world at that time ran quickly from the gate.

He came in, and while running, he shouted to a house inside the gate, "Third Sister, Third Sister!"

"Who is it?" A girl in her twenties opened the door and walked out confusedly. When she saw the boy, she was stunned and asked, "What happened to Xiao Hai?"

The young man in a white shirt, named Xiaohai, bent over and leaned on his legs, out of breath, and said to the third sister, "Third sister, the pillar was intercepted on the river dam!"

"What?" When the third sister heard Xiao Hai's words, her eyebrows suddenly stood up. She quickly turned around and picked up a coal shovel from the firewood pile in front of her house and rushed out of the door without saying a word.

Got out.

When Xiaohai saw the third sister rushing out, he quickly pulled out a medium-long wooden plow from the pile of firewood and rushed out.

At that time, there were still so-called "literary struggles" and "military struggles" left over from the special era, and young people in various regions were all over-energetic. They did not pay attention to learning knowledge or education. Basically, every day they were blamed by their parents.

They neglected management and gave up on themselves, fighting in different courts.

At that time, the two major districts of City C, Erdao District and Nanguan District, were separated by a big river, the Mother River!

To the north of the river is Erdao District, and to the south is Nanguan District. Between these two districts, the gangsters and gangsters all live in separate areas, and they will never cross the river easily.

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Today, Liu Zhu, a young man living on Taoyuan Road in Nanguan District, took his hair Xiao Honghai out for a walk. When the two of them came to Daheba without knowing it, they happened to meet a relatively famous man in Erdao at that time.

Bastard, bald guy.

Because both sides were young men with strong personalities, and both sides were said to be hostile at the time, they started fighting without saying a word.

After Er Baldy and his brother effortlessly knocked Liu Zhu to the ground, they asked Hon Hai to deliver a message to the people in Liu Zhu's house, saying that if they didn't come over with a big unity card, they would throw it into the big river dam for Liu Zhu.

He was drowned, so Hon Hai rushed back to report the news. In those days, what was the concept of a big unity card? That was one-third of the income of a top labor force in a month.

Liu Zhu's third sister was a member of the district skating team at the time and had excellent physical fitness. When she heard that something had happened to her brother, she immediately picked up a coal shovel, followed by Hon Hai, who looked like a scholar and had no strength in his hands.

The individual quickly arrived at the big river dam.

Maybe it was because it had been too long and the bald guy didn't really want the money, so he gave Liu Zhu a good beating and left.

When the third sister came with Hon Hai, Liu Zhu was lying on the ground all wet, his nose was bleeding and he was gritting his teeth and cursing.

Seeing her brother's embarrassment, although the third sister knew that everything was alright, she was inevitably angry and uncomfortable. She kicked Liu Zhu hard and then she and Hon Hai were supported by Liu Zhu and walked home.

"What you were waiting for, just watch! Come back, damn Lin Zi is back, I have to smash Er Baldy's yard!" Liu Zhu covered his head with one hand and cursed fiercely.

"Okay! Just calm down, people who fight every day don't go to school properly!" The third sister cursed after beating her brother once.

"Don't mind my business!" Liu Zhu was the only child in the family. He had five sisters, one younger sister, and only one son, so he was used to being arrogant. After shouting to the third sister, he threw away his arms and walked toward her.

Walk home.

"Zhu!" Hon Hai opened his mouth and shouted before trying to chase the limping Liu Zhu.

"Hon Hai!" the third sister shouted as she quickly took two steps, took out 50 cents from her pocket and handed it to Hon Hai and said, "Buy him something to eat!"

"Hey, I got it, Third Sister!" Hong Hai agreed with a smile, then turned around and chased Liu Zhu, while Third Sister walked towards home with a relaxed heart. In those days, a big girl like Third Sister was still
Chapter completed!