Chapter 1817: Who would send me a letter of praise?
Although he was born in the mountains, his son is obviously still full of curiosity about the mountains.
He looked around, feeling very curious about the scenery within his sight. He also looked forward to and yearning for the scenery outside his sight. He gestured with his hands like a telescope.
The son is looking at the scenery, but why is he not his father's scenery at this moment?
The father was looking at his son, and he also felt that it was quite new.
For the old father, he may have never found this mountain and this mountain road as novel as his son after decades of walking, but this is a good thing, right?
The father took out a cigarette, lit it alone, took a deep breath, and beat his old leg: "A piece of thatch is blocking the river, am I old?"
When the dog heard his father's words, he immediately turned around and ran to his side. He was used to being his old master's audience.
Before that, it had always been the old owner's only audience on this postal route, but it seemed to be different today.
The son also heard it, and he said without looking back: "Didn't the branch director say so? This is an organizational decision!"
The dog was very smart, and seemed to know that the old owner had a new person to talk to today, and he was not talking to him, so he walked away a little disappointed.
My father said with some annoyance: "I've eaten centipedes, I've eaten cockroaches, and I've spent so much money on medical expenses. Why doesn't it work?"
The son disagreed: "Didn't the branch director say that you can still treat illnesses after you retire?"
But obviously, he did not understand what his old father said.
When the old father heard what his son said, he looked a little unhappy and said, "I'm not talking about curing a disease!"
People of the son's generation obviously still don't understand the thoughts of the old father's generation.
The son said: "You are just talking about treating diseases."
The father sighed and stopped talking!
"Second brother, come here!" he shouted to the dog.
The dog heard the old master's call and ran over happily. It seemed to sense that the father and son's words were not congenial. The old master pointed to his leg.
The second child lay down on the ground sensibly and asked the old master to put his legs on his body.
He poured the water into his hand and let his son drink. The son turned around, took a few sips from his father's kettle.
Then he said: "Go back, I can do it alone!"
The father was obviously still worried, but he didn't know what to say and just said: "When the sun comes out, it gets hot in the mountains."
The son said: "Don't worry, I know how to walk. As the saying goes, the road lies with your mouth!"
The father glanced at his son, stood up straight, and then said to Gouzi: "Second brother, let's go!"
Obviously, he was still worried about his son leaving alone. At least for this first time, he wanted to accompany him.
The dog walked in front and led the way in a familiar manner. The father ignored his son and continued to climb up. The son put the parcel on his back and smiled to himself.
The sunlight was like a paintbrush in the hand of an artist, outlining the outline of the mountain one stroke at a time, painting the top of the mountain in gold. At this time, the foot of the mountain that the father and son had just walked was covered by fog again, making the mountain
, as if floating in the water, without sinking!
The father and son added a dog and continued walking towards the mountain, with the dog still running at the front.
As his son walked, he turned on a transistor radio, switching between a few stations. There was nothing to listen to, and there was still noise, so he turned it off a little disappointed.
The son complained with some boredom: "I can't see anyone in these mountains even if I walk for several miles. Even the gods will die of suffocation!"
As he said this, he turned around and asked, "Why do gods live in the mountains? It's inconvenient to go anywhere!"
The father replied: "The gods will fly in the clouds and mist!"
The son gasped as he walked: "If I could fly in the clouds, let alone this postal parcel, I would have changed the face of the mountainous area long ago!"
As a result, I accidentally stumbled.
The father said: "This is outrageous. People don't dare to think too highly of themselves. I think you will be good if you can deliver the mail well!"
The son turned on the transistor radio again, and this time he found a radio station that played pop songs. He hummed along in a low voice. Gradually, his voice surpassed that of the radio.
The second child looked back at him, and the son also looked back, but to see his father.
"Do you sing when you walk alone?" he asked.
The old father replied: "Don't sing!"
"Is it boring?" the son asked again.
"Look at your feet and hurry, what's the point of being bored?" the old father said.
Suddenly the dog started barking.
My son was delighted: "When my second child saw me singing, he sang too!"
But the old father said: "It's not singing, it's reporting a message!"
Sure enough, we were almost at the top of the mountain, and we could vaguely see scattered villages on the mountainside.
When he came to a large bluestone, his father opened the mail parcel, took out the mail and newspapers on top, bundled them into small packages, and tied the parcel again.
"That's the lookout pit. This package of mail belongs to them. Every time it is sent to the village committee, the mail to be sent is also at the village committee. But you have to remember that if there is a letter from Ge Rong, you have to go to the village committee alone.
Take it out and take it two miles to her home. There was a fight between her home and the village secretary’s home, but the secretary wouldn’t transfer it to her.
Letter, her husband is working as a carpenter outside, and he is anxiously waiting for the letter. Also, Wang Wuxing is paralyzed, and his eldest son is in the army. If you have a money order, you have to hand it to him with your own hands. His little boy at home is not doing the right thing.
, I have withdrawn remittances without telling him before!" the old father warned patiently and carefully.
Then he looked up at his son and said, "Do you remember everything?"
The son nodded: "Remember!"
The father said again: "You have to be serious about it. The people in this mountain are counting on us."
The son turned his eyes to the village on the mountainside and asked, "Are they looking forward to your coming?"
The father nodded and said: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't see the leader for a few days, but it doesn't matter if you don't see me for a few days!"
The son jokingly made a gesture of looking up to his father, but he was indeed intoxicated by his father's narration.
The father called to Gouzi: "Second brother, let's go down the mountain!"
On the way down the mountain, the pace of the father, son and Gouzi seemed to be much faster, perhaps because they were about to reach the first destination and the small village was in sight.
The son's voice sounded: "Why do they live in the mountains?"
Along with his voice, the camera showed the layers of houses in the village.
The father replied: "Maybe they are all descendants of gods?"
The scene switched, the sun was shining down on the treetops, and the shadows of the leaves were scattered here and there. The houses in the village were arranged in an orderly manner, but everything was quiet.
The next shot turned into the dog's sight.
As Gouzi climbed up the steps, the second child was obviously very familiar with this place and entered the village by familiar routes.
The son looked around curiously from time to time, firstly because it was his first time here, and at the same time, his father's previous description also made him look forward to the shock their arrival would cause in the small mountain village.
But I didn't see many people in the village. Occasionally, someone passed by and only said a brief hello to my father.
The father's answer is equally simple, that is, "here he is!" "just arrived" and so on. If someone looks at his son, he will add: "my son", and the person will smile at him.
Before his son could stop smiling, he walked away.
Such a simple greeting and scene made the son seem a little disappointed, because what he expected did not seem to happen, which was different from what he thought.
The father pointed while walking and told his son some things he should know and remember.
The dog seemed a little impatient because they were walking too slowly. He looked around and walked forward.
It walked outside a yard and saw some rabbit cages stacked together. In the eyes of the dog, these rabbit cages were very big and strange. It was actually a little scared. It took a few steps forward and then quickly stepped back.
Then he yelled in the direction of the rabbit cage.
The father comforted him: "Boy, stop barking, don't scare the rabbits, the village still relies on them to get rich!"
The second child was very obedient, immediately stopped talking, and walked away listlessly.
The father turned to his son and said, "Next time, you have to remind him that he is not used to these cages."
The father, son and Gouzi turned a corner and arrived outside the village committee door. The father pushed open the ajar door, but the courtyard was quiet.
There was no one in the yard, so the dog naturally and skillfully ran to a sink and drank water. His father opened a door again, but there was no one in the house.
The son was carrying a mail parcel. He was a bit tall and couldn't move much in this small room.
The father said: "Put the mail bag down, sit down, rest and wait."
The son put down the mail bag and looked around, and asked with some confusion: "Why is there no one?"
The father said disapprovingly: "Who can wait here for you in broad daylight? We are not here for inspection, do we still need others to welcome you?"
The son asked helplessly: "How long do we have to wait?"
My father just said: "You will know it when the second child cries!"
The son said nothing more, opened the package of mail and sorted it into categories. The father found a bamboo chimney from somewhere, lit it and took a deep breath.
From the beginning to the present, the movie seems extremely bland, with no ups and downs.
There was only a section of the mountain road and some communication between the father and son.
But strangely enough, no one present felt bored, on the contrary, everyone found it very interesting.
The movie does not use language to show some things directly, but it still allows the audience to understand some things.
For example, what the old father said about treating a disease before, he actually meant that he was upset that the bureau had spent so much money on medicine but could not cure it, and even asked him to retire and stop working.
But the son did not understand his father, thinking that his father was worried that the government would not treat his illness after he retired.
In fact, my father is not worried about this. People of his generation are dedicated to dedication and don't like to take advantage of the public family. But obviously his son still doesn't understand.
Of course, I also use this very down-to-earth shot to tell the audience that the postman in the mountains is not that simple.
Back to business.
Back to the movie.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the courtyard door, and the second brother called out twice.
A middle-aged man hurriedly ran in from outside the yard. He put down his rolled-up trousers legs as he walked towards the house. He stepped through the door and said enthusiastically: "Here you are?"
The father smiled and said: "Secretary, are you going up the mountain again?"
The man pointed to a very high position and replied: "I want to build a house. I went to prepare the materials. When the second child called, I was there and rushed down all the way!"
The son seemed a little surprised when he heard this. At this time, the father introduced the man: "This is my son!"
The man hurriedly poured water for them, while he drank a few sips first, and then handed it to his father. Then he turned to his son and smiled, and then handed him a water glass. The smile gave people a sense of simplicity.
taste.
However, his son pretended to be serious and asked him to sign where needed.
The man wiped his hands on his clothes, signed, and looked at the old father with doubtful eyes.
"He will be the one running my postal route from now on!" the old father said after seeing the other party's doubts.
The man was a little surprised: "What about you? Are you going to be the mayor?"
"I can come if I want to come in the future!" His father said instead of answering his question.
"Teachers, doctors, savings clerks, and police officers who come to our place from outside can all be rated as model workers and become cadres. You are the only one who has just walked and walked and walked for so many years!" The man said as if he was complaining about his father.
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The father didn't say anything, he just glanced at his son.
The son's expression seemed a little unnatural.
"It's not too long for me, but it's too long for you?" the father joked.
"My son is so old, you shouldn't have to suffer like this!" The man looked at his son and said to his father.
The father interrupted: "Okay, okay, get the mail, we are on our way."
The man said: "Teacher Wang from school has some registration form to hand over. It was not delivered yesterday. I will go get it and I will be back soon."
He said and left as hastily as when he came.
The father and son were left in the room, and the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward. The father lowered his head to smoke, and the son suddenly stretched out his hand: "I'll try it too!"
"I didn't know that you smoked too," my father said in surprise.
"You don't come home often. If you come back, I won't smoke." The son said, but there seemed to be a bit of complaint in his tone.
Father smiled, then coughed.
"Second brother, where is second child?" he suddenly shouted.
The second child came in from outside when he heard the sound. His father pointed to his legs. The second child lay down and asked his old master to put his legs on him.
The father then said to his son: "Don't learn from me in the future. In order to take shortcuts, you always go into cold water. If you fall ill, it will be difficult to cure."
The son suddenly asked: "Who knew you were wading into cold water?"
Hearing his son's question, the father seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer for a while. He took a deep breath of cigarette and then said: "I am the only one running this road. I can't run around the leader all day."
I went to complain in front of me. A month ago, the branch director accompanied me on a trip. He shed tears and said he deserved to die. Why did he not expect that this road would be so hard after being the branch director for two years? He said he wanted to ask for credit for me.
I didn’t expect that while he was pulling you for training, he also asked me to write a retirement report.”
The son asked: "Why don't people in the countryside write you letters of praise?"
The father said: "I did write, but I didn't ask them to send it. How could I send a letter of praise to myself? Besides, the villagers have been in the mountains for many years, who has praised them? You also remember it, not happy
It's not like a man to complain about suffering."
After saying that, he stood up and said, "Let's go out and greet him."
It was just a little difficult to stand up. The son wanted to help him and stretched out his hand, but he didn't touch his father. He had to pick up the mail bag and follow behind his father.