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Chapter 22 Snow Robe (1)

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    To this day, that scene seems to be just yesterday.

    I still remember the panic and despair, holding me tightly like an invisible hand.  I have exhausted all my strength, and all the energy accumulated since I was a child was all consumed in those few tens of minutes!  Lying on the hot steel beam, my body is so light that it is only the weight of a piece of clothing. The white snake clothing is quietly waiting to be gently carried away by a gust of wind that comes from nowhere.  Let's go, the snake that has grown up after shedding its skin, I don't know where it is going

    When I saw the patrol boat and saw Dad standing on it, the power came back.  It swelled in my body, and made my back grow wings The singing of familiar people and more strangers seemed to come from the sky, from a dream, soft, considerate, let  I feel great relief.

    It is hard for me to repay this generosity and concern.

    The moment I jumped off, the river wind patted my ears like the sound of waves.

    I remember the dazzling light of the sun floating on the water, and the faint fishy smell of the river.

    When my father and I hugged each other tightly, I no longer had any strength, as if I had returned to my babyhood, with my head hanging on his shoulders, breathing my familiar, his smell.

    Dad trembled and leaned into my ear and said, "Xiao Xin, you have grown taller!"

    Just like the music is playing to the end, the lead instrument is climbing wildly, and there is no time to care about other things.  In fact, in the days before the bridge jumping incident, Uncle Ma, Dad, Teacher Yang, Dad Zhao Gui, the man selling baked sweet potatoes, and many policemen in this city tried every means to find me  , but I don't know it.

    That mysterious man was a private entrepreneur in Shandong. After his business failed, he came to the south to look for opportunities, but in the end he got into a car accident and almost lost his life.  It was Dad who saved him and they became good friends.  The twists and turns of the story, I will tell you about it later when I find an opportunity.

    Zhao Gui's father bought a small car and was going to drive back to Fengzhen. Uncle Ma and Teacher Yang followed them, and my father and I stayed to get glasses.  After putting on the glasses, I can see everything clearly, the name of the bus station, the advertisements on the buildings, the birds that occasionally fly by in the sky As for the trees on the street and the dense crowd, they are even more like a border.  Like bright edges.  I went to bid farewell to Ah Xing and Ah Huang. For the first time, I saw clearly the mole on Ah Xing's face and the small freckles on Ah Huang's nose.

    Dad kept holding my hand tightly, as if he was afraid that I would lose it again.  When we walked across a pedestrian bridge, there had just been a light rain, and yellow dragonflies flew out.

    "Dad, do you still remember the yellow dragonfly?"

    "I don't remember. Did you mean the yellow dragonfly in the country?"

    "Dad, look!"

    "oh?"

    The sun came out, and yellow dragonflies flew out of those wet flowers.  There's a camera there.  There are several, installed in different directions.  Fortune tellers in yellow silk sat on their little stools. There were three on this side and five on that side.  They all had no business for a while, and they all stared straight at us. As soon as we got closer, they opened their mouths.  "Draw lots!" they said in unison.

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    On the long-distance bus back to Fengzhen, we rarely talked.  Dad probably thinks that what I need most right now is rest.  I know that he couldn't bear to ask about my wandering life for nearly sixty days, and didn't want me to indulge in those nightmares again.  Careful and considerate, he looked at me with the silent concern that only a father can have in his eyes.

    I really want to tell him, tell him about my friends one by one, Jacques, Ah Huang, A Xing, Bei Chuan, Roger, Shelia, Sister Yuanyang I have met so many smart, beautiful and lovely people  people.

    However, he stopped me again and again.

    With tears in his eyes, he stared at me for a long time, rubbing his palm gently on top of my head, occasionally asking me if I felt uncomfortable, I shook my head, stretched out my hand, and held his hand tightly.

    After a day and a night, when the car arrived at the county seat, it happened to be morning, and the sky was so clean, as if it had been washed with water.  The sun came out from the top of the mountain and shone golden on the big rock on the east side of the city.  I seemed to see my former self again, just on that big rock, every day I was dazed and sad, watching over there.

    I said softly: "Here we are. Dad, are you still leaving?"

    "No, son," he said, "I'm not going any more."

    I went back to the place where my father regarded it as my hometown where I lived for so many years. This small county is located on the plateau basin with four distinct seasons. It is so quiet that it is easy to be forgotten.  But how much it will be missed if you leave it ???He has always puzzled me¡ªthat is, about my mother.

    ? One day, while having dinner, my father told me that his work problems were beginning to emerge. Although the money was very small, only a few hundred yuan, he would not be hungry at all.

    I'm glad too.  I said, "Dad, it would be great if Mom was here and she had a job."

    He replied vaguely.

    Ever since I put on my glasses, I have the habit of pushing them up.  I pushed my glasses, pretended to be casual, and said what had been in my heart for a long time: "Dad, you went to Guangdong, didn't you look for her?"

    He hummed, lowered his head, and didn't look at me.

    After eating, he finished cleaning and went outside the house for a while.

    When it was dark, he quietly returned to the small brick house, turned on the light, and said, "If the light is dark, turn on the light, and watch your eyes."

    After I finished my homework, I looked up and saw my father's expression was rarely serious and dignified.

    He said: "Xin, during the winter vacation, I will take you to see your grandfather's school in the country. At that time, tell your mother about it, okay?"

    I push the glasses up with my fingers.

    I didn't feel any uneasiness.  I nodded to him and began to wait for winter in my heart.

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