Chapter 89

Old enkun took a deep breath, sat down tremblingly, took beauty Yu to his knee, and laughed, "Grandpa is not crying, grandpa is happy!"

The little girl was skeptical and helped enkun wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes with her little hand.

Old enkun pointed to Shi Dazhuang and said, "that's your father. He's your father's good brother. He's coming to take you to the city!"

The little girl looked at Shi Dazhuang warily and bowed her head without talking.

Shi Dazhuang said, "yes, Dad, will you take you to the city?"

"No!" the little girl turned her head, leaned against old enkun and hugged old enkun's neck tightly.

Next, no matter what old enkun and Shi Dazhuang said, she was silent.

Shi Dazhuang had no choice but to spread out his hands and look at Qingmu with help seeking eyes.

Aoki gently shook his head at him and motioned him not to worry.

The child was obviously very exclusive of outsiders. He was not close to anyone except Lao enkun. At this age, the more stubborn and stubborn character, the more likely it is to induce depression.

Children have no parents since childhood and live a different childhood from ordinary people. Long-term depression, helplessness and loss can easily lead to psychological and personality distortion if they can not be vented and dredged in time.

Old enkun sighed and said, "the girl is suffering!"

At this time, many people came to enkun's yard and began to work on lunch at noon.

"Duke enkun, I'll kill the chicken at home!"

"Duke enkun, I broke the net at night. Just now I picked it up and have a look. Guess what? Three big green tails!"

"Duke enkun, I brought two jars of wine. When Hazi shayazi's wine is not dry enough, I'll do it."

……

Old enkun sat up and filled the cigarette pole with cut tobacco while socializing with the people who came. Shi Dazhuang took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to him. Old enkun stubbornly lit his cigarette pole and said, "I can't eat that."

When the first person came in with the chicken, Yu Meimei came down from old enkun's leg and stood quietly for a while. Seeing more and more people, she bowed her head and went into the house alone.

Aoki said hello to old enkun, patted Shi Dazhuang on the shoulder and said, "I'll have a look."

The inner room is dark and damp. Many old pictorials of the last century are pasted on the wall, and a certificate of award is pasted in an insignificant position.

Beauty Yu entered the room and lay on the old eight immortals table with a missing corner. Her chin rested in her arm. She looked at the wood grain on the table and didn't know what she was thinking.

She suddenly heard a tap.

This sound sounds a little strange, like the sound of whose heel is not lifted and the sole plate slapping the ground.

But the sound of cloth shoes is more dull than it, and the sound of straw shoes is more rusty than it. She also heard the sound of leather shoes worn by Sha Yazi, who worked in other places. It was crisp.

This is a kind of footsteps she has never heard, with the rhythm of music, hitting people's ears like drums.

She was a little curious. She turned her face and saw the man with big dad come in.

She doesn't like big dad, because big dad is Dad's brother, and dad is a bad guy, so big dad is also a bad guy, and everyone who comes with big dad is a bad guy.

She doesn't know why dad is a bad man. Anyway, everyone says so. Students say so, so does the teacher. When she is not good, teachers and classmates will beat her because she is the seed of bad people. They say that the seed of bad people should be beaten.

Sometimes, she is very good, and they will complain to the teacher that she is not good. The teacher decided that she was not good and punished her for beating her.

She hates school.

The tap stopped. The man stood by the wall and looked at the certificate on the wall. It was the only certificate she had ever won, and her winning composition was pasted next to the certificate.

The title of the composition is my bad father.

That was the last time she mentioned her father in front of people.

She thought that if she admitted that she had a bad father, others would stop bullying her.

But no!

Since then, she never mentioned her father except in her diary.

She took out a brand-new little book with a beautiful cover from the old yellow bag.

This little book was given to her by her mother on her first day of school. Every time she took it out, she seemed to see her mother. The beautiful cover was like her mother's face.

She gently touched the cover of the book and carefully opened it - this world of her own.

……

The man with the head of the chicken nest is coming. What is he doing?

Want to peek at my diary?

Hum!

Yu Meimei tightly protected her diary with her arm from him.

She secretly looked at it with the light from the corner of her eyes, but found that the man was gone and didn't know where he had gone.

Maybe, go out!

She breathed a sigh. Just as her nervous tension relaxed, she suddenly saw another person sitting on the bench with herself.

She was startled, instinctively hugged the diary and looked at the man around her warily.

"Your name is beauty Yu?" the man asked.

Beauty Yu pursed her mouth and held her diary tighter.

"Do you know that there is a kind of flower called beauty Yu?"

Of course, beauty Yu knows that her name is the name of a flower, but they all say that it looks like poppy and is a poisonous flower.

She has seen poppies, but not beauty Yu.

"Do you know a word called beauty Yu?" the man asked again.

Beauty Yu doesn't know what the word is.

The man sang:

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past. The small building was Dongfeng again last night, so my country can't look back on the moon.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed. How much can you worry? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward! "

Beauty Yu was silent.

She couldn't understand the meaning of the word, but every word spitting out of the man's mouth was like a stone falling into the lake, rippling one layer after another in her heart.

A faint melancholy rose from the bottom of her heart, like the fog on the lake, floating and uncertain, but it became thicker and thicker.

Those past days - the days when I was with my mother and occasionally saw my father... Turned over in front of me like a comic book.

She missed her mother.

She gently put the diary in her arms on the table and stroked the cover with her hand.

Suddenly there were ripples on the cover, like ripples of water.

In a hazy halo, she saw her mother's face.

Mother is smiling at her. Her face is young and beautiful. She remembered that her mother was so young when she lay on her mother's back and argued to buy candy on Yanma street in mangdian.

Later, my mother was ill and old.

The light and shadow on the cover are still changing. My mother's smile gradually disappears, and her plump cheeks begin to become thin. Slowly, only wrinkled and waxy yellow skin is left, covering the skeleton like an old yellow mounting paper.

A crystal drop of water fell from the sky and landed on the cover.

She gently opened her diary and wrote a few lines of crooked words in pencil on the front page. That was the night after her mother died. She wrote it on her mother's coffin——

Mom's dead

I want to die, too

When you die, you can be with your mother forever

But you'll see dad when you die

I hate dad

So I can only live