Although my father is strict with me and never smiles, and he doesn't talk much about family matters with me, he has never slapped me since I was a child because he has no time at all and is busy all day long.
Most of the time, he is buying, selling, ordering goods, running for my future, running for my tuition...calculating how much the latest refrigerator will cost, how much the latest TV will cost...
I hope that one day when I get married, he will exchange the money he has saved over the years for various household appliances... and move them into my new house one by one...
Today he hit me for the first time, so hard that the corners of my mouth were swollen and blood flowed from my gums, because this mouth contained anger, surprise, and too many emotions...
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"Dad, I was wrong...!" I lowered my head, not because I felt wronged, but because I didn't dare to look at his expression or his eyes.
"Reform well. You are no longer a boy, you are a man. You have to pay the punishment for your behavior. I am at home, so don't worry! I brought you some books and I will save them for you later!"
My dad stretched out his calloused right hand and patted my shoulder hard. There was a gap of four or five seconds before he said the word "reform"... He never thought that he would say these two words to his son.
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I understand my dad’s character. When he reaches out his arm and slaps me hard on the face, it means that he can still forgive me and is not disappointed in me. He sends me books, and it also shows that he cares about me.
My love and faith never fade...
"Tap tap...!"
There was a sound of footsteps, and my mother came over, holding a cloth bag in her hand, and stretched out her arm to touch my slightly swollen cheek.
The moment my mother's fingertips touched my cheek, her tears could no longer be suppressed and flowed down from the corners of her eyes.
"You said you kid... why are you so courageous... I heard that the people in prison are very cruel... You will suffer some losses when you go in, so you must endure it... but don't cause trouble again,
Go in and eat on time... It's getting cold, so I need to put on some extra clothes... I brought you some cakes, which I baked myself. If you have low blood sugar, bring them with you. Remember to eat some in the morning...
." My mother had a strange expression and was crying very sadly, but she spoke very fast and in a very low voice, so only I could hear her.
I used to get very annoyed when I heard my mother's nagging words, but for some reason, I feel particularly worried today... I feel very sorry for them. I am an adult and have grown up, but I still bother them more than when I was a child.
worry......
Four middle-aged men and women stood at the door of the public security hospital, "practicing" for the son they had raised for more than 20 years!!!
Others cannot understand this kind of practical feeling, because they have to watch their children being taken away by the police and sent to the detention center!!
Wang Mumu’s parents were also talking to him, while Ji Changzi, who had run away from home long ago, hadn’t contacted his family for who knows how many years, so he kept standing not far away, smiling silly, looking at us.
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"Let's go quickly!!" the middle-aged supervisor said urgently, and then pushed me.
"Brother... let me say a few more words to my son... just a few words!!" My mother had never been in contact with the police in her life and didn't understand what was going on here. She just took it from her pocket in broad daylight.
He took out a few hundred dollars and stuffed it into the guard's hand.
"Don't pull useless things!!" The guard frowned, yelled, and then roughly pushed my mother's arm away.
"Hold...!!"
"Clang clang...!"
I cursed and was about to walk over with red eyes. The 60-pound shackles made a sound on the ground. My dad grabbed my wrist tightly like a steel vise.
"Go and reform...we...wait for you to come home!" My dad looked at me and said in a hoarse voice.
"Let's go!!" The guard pushed me hard again, then dragged the three of us towards the police.
The steps are about 40 to 50 meters away from the car escorting the prisoners. These 40 to 50 meters are the most difficult road I have ever walked in my twenty years of life! The most difficult road to walk!!
Every time I take a step, I have to look back. Every time I look back, I have a different feeling!!
I looked at my parents carefully. In my impression, my father was a strong man from the Northeast who would sit shirtless in the kitchen and drink in the summer! My mother was a beautiful woman with a cheerful temper who loved to play mahjong!
But when I look at them today, I don’t feel this way at all!!
The years are ruthless, as sharp as a knife!!
In the past twenty years, I have never taken a closer look at them. When I got home, apart from holding my computer and hanging out with friends, I never had a quiet chat with them!
When I looked back at them today, I discovered that their temples were already turning white, and their once beautiful and handsome cheeks were already showing some vicissitudes of life...
My mother used to have an enviable figure, but she has become increasingly rickety... Time has left wrinkles on her flowery face...
And my father’s figure is still upright!! His appearance is still resolute!! But the sound of coughing comes from time to time!! And his hands are shaking due to excessive alcohol!! They all tell me that this is like a mountain in my heart.
The man, nearly fifty years old... is no longer young.
Today, they are standing on the steps, looking at their son from a distance. My mother is still holding the wrinkled hundreds of dollars in her hand, shedding tears and looking at me intently.
The moment I gave way to the prison car, I suddenly jumped down, turned around suddenly, and my knees bent unconsciously!!
"Peng!!"
With a plop, I knelt on the ground. The lip I had been biting left a row of tooth marks. With tears of guilt in my eyes, I knocked my head against the hard cement floor!!
"Boom!!"
My arms were behind my back, and I had no fulcrum, so it was difficult to get up, but I still bit my lip, fell to the ground again and again, and got up firmly again and again!!!
"Boom!!"
"Boom!!"
"Mom and Dad...wait for me to come home!! I love you!" I yelled out the words I hadn't said in twenty years, the late words, the inner words, the guilty words...
With the help of the guard, I stood up and took a longing look at the middle-aged couple standing under the solemn police badge. Then I got into the police car and went to the Seventh Detention Center of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
ps: This chapter pays tribute to all parents in the world!!!