For love has far to go

When I announced to be married at the Changchun, father deeply bowed his head. Father gray hair loss. He does not know he has never been far daughter would do such a horrible act, then he bowed his head with a heavy, said. I’ll think about it, I always have to take into account the second …
In fact, failed to consider is ~ I like, what, how many rings did aliens come to Earth, girls marry to get father’s permission? world ask a girl to get shy and hid behind my mother, sanmeiliuzheng set for life? I’m not a traditional and now don’t want to return to. Thought about it, and I give a five-day, five days a week.
Girlfriend somehow hears ran the next day, asked, surprised at first glance I was really going to marry in Changchun that last name son? what I say he does not name Liu, you should call his brother or sister, or simply called, anyway, can’t tell because I do not allow. Girlfriend didn’t perceive sweep to the second Shuttle, very lovingly patted my face, like a grandma Wolf to speak up in Changchun. It lived large nails into the wood and bark House, slipped Heatable Adobe sleeping platform. Last roots coals drifting soot that filled the room. Fire fight, House on the island of ice, white cream everywhere. That’s great, you can be a Princess …
The worst of my aunts came on the third day, and haven’t seen my shadow had tears tears tears. Said she may want to see me a few times, maybe in the future want to see niece. Cruel NH, who lost with you • • • • •.
Don’t know who will come, I may as well hide out. Really tired there is always someone to hold pseudo-expert discussions in my ear. North-East North-East. , And father, while watching the weather forecast. I probably overnight into polar bears, at least in the eyes of others like this. Or thousands, was warm and not wait, not to the place who froze to death.
The fifth day, the final deadline is up. I suddenly have some mercy is about to lose her daughter’s father, decided to make the time allowed at night. After dinner, I am confident and enthusiastic to go alongside my father, as father to think that I have matured, have the strengths to enclose all sinister, I solemnly asked. You think?
Father was going to see the weather, turned and looked at me sharply when they are frightened, old eyes, sad and helpless. I have no eyes away, the father did not. Father and daughter looked at each other silently minutes, maybe half a century I said no too. The father did not bow, lateral corners I can’t see his face, I shall never forget the frail voice said, “you have to prepare fur-leather pants.”

Open the door by myself

I was 5 years old, the night cold wind chills.
Has not remember in the end because of what provoke father lost his temper, just remember his rage to carry to the outside of the gate, a word also don’t say in the latch.
Street door, black one, what also can’t see. The wind blows to the face, and the cold and pain. Standing in the dark, a moment of all the terrible things poured in from all directions, grandma used to say the only child to eat black cat, grandpa to see the child trafficking old madman, as well as the village I was most afraid of butcher. And I was the most afraid of the moment, the neighbor’s dog, I do not know why the cry, I cried out.
In the past, no matter what the reason was the father’s rebuke, as long as I cry, grandma will protect me. I think this time I cry can still recruit grandmother, let Grandma with her warm jacket holding me back. However, the voice is quick to cry dumb, still did not hear the footsteps of my grandmother. Only to hear the roar of the father, will cry, today no one opens the door for you.
Father’s words let me understand that cry has no avail, if my grandma has been father persuaded, so the house has no one to open the door for me.
Think of here. I stopped crying and began to push the door hard. When the gate is two folios, push to open a small slit, will be able to reach out to the bolt. I resorted to feeding effort to push the door, handle and stretch into a, enough of the latch, a move, also do not know after how long, the door, I was finally open. Stand in the yard, I saw my grandmother, father, mother, and sister with tears on her face.

Grew up to know, last night, my grandmother did not hear my cry, sister has come to the door, mother because the matter and father quarreled, but father blocked the all assistance to me. He said, “let her come in.”
It was the night of the door open, let me gradually independent, also let me understand: “any person’s help can only be a time or time, want to go home, you must open the door.

My father’s silence

To pick up all the things, father has to get up. Look at the time on the phone. He dressed in that I have been watching the camouflage, came and said: “you do not eat?” I can’t say. One does not feel hungry, two eat something, will feel uncomfortable in the car. It was raining hard. I said, “Take me away!” From home to the bus, there are about ten miles away. At this time I can’t see a thing, the sky and the heavy rain, I am a person can’t catch up with the car in any case. He said, “well,” he said.” Then turn around and get the motorbike. I watched him from the dim light passed by, some body fat is not naturally bent again. His technique is not very good, and now the weather, the rugged road will be more difficult to do. My father took the rain motorcycle, wearing a raincoat and clumsy.

My umbrella is standing at two meters, with his flashlight. Raincoat with water, become cold and hard, he put several times without hands into sleeves. Squat body is struggling in the cold wind. At last he had not put on a raincoat, he was out of breath. Raincoats to manage, father raincoat in the upper half of the catch in hand, lower part is on a motorcycle, then slowly bend down, inch by inch drilling raincoat. My heart felt pain suddenly. The cold rain was down the skeleton of the umbrella, dripping on the hot hand. I went up and said, “Dad, I’m going to help you!” He shook his hand and a voice came from the raincoat: “I’m fine, you don’t come, watch the rain!” When he was wearing a raincoat, the clothes on his body were wet. I use the flashlight he clumsily climbed the motorcycle, the body was difficult to curb trembling. Once the father, tall, strong, in memory is always the existence of the giant. But now, I look at he only and my shoulder high body, looked at him in the cold rain flashing white light of a root hair, looked at him is no longer sensitive action, heart suddenly blocked, dull, uncomfortable. What makes my father had become so old? Time, or me? I stole my eyes and sat on my father’s motorcycle. At the station, I stood on the platform and my father was standing on the platform. He parked his motorcycle in the side, and took out a cigarette. In the darkness, a shining spot on the floating , then came the father heavy breathing. I am guilt. Say: “you go back, I’m a person and so on.” He said: “it’s all right!” Continue to sit next to smoking, sitting in the rain soaked car. After a while, he finished his cigarette. Come, handed me a pile of money, he said: “to put it in a bag, don’t lose.”

I said: “well.” Took the money, the folder in the book, and carefully put the book in the backpack. He said: “eat what you want to eat at school, not to save.” I nodded, but did not dare to see him, did not say a word. I stood on the platform, and my father stood on the platform. Silent, he didn’t say a word. The air flowing in the biting cold, and dead silence. And after another hour, the rain was small. The bright light shines, I know, it’s time to go. I said: “you go back, I got on the train.” The father smiled, said: “no matter, you get on the bus I walk.” I am speechless, watching my father tired eyes, suddenly choked down. Turn around, a few steps on the bus. Out of the window, the cold rain is falling down. Rain, my father looked at me in silence. I turned to look, he has been the boundless cold rain obscured, so invisible. I carried a heavy bag, tears can not be help but also can help, suddenly spread. Like that between heaven and earth under a cold rain, get out of hand. I understand that the father’s silence, but also deep in the sea. And I understand that my father’s love is in the deep silence of the sea, and with my birth, I have been with me for twenty years. I shed tears, tightly holding a heavy backpack.