The life of Lao Liu since 1944

At this time at home, the mother was sitting on the sofa, her brows furrowed, her face full of worry. She crossed her hands on her legs, staring ahead with empty eyes, and muttered to herself: "What should I do? What should I do..." Her voice was full of anxiety and uneasiness, as if there was a mass of worry in her heart that could not be resolved.

"Chunsheng is such a disobedient child. He has such a strong will. He wants to be my disciple without even telling his family."

"It's been so long, why haven't you come home yet? Nothing happened to you, right? The world is so chaotic now, what should we do if something happens to you?"

My father sat on a stool, looking at the table solemnly, without saying a word. He held a lit cigarette in his hand, but he did not smoke it, just let it burn slowly, with smoke rising. His eyes were a little dull, as if he was thinking about something, but his heart was full of impatience and anxiety.

His brows were furrowed tightly, and a hint of impatience appeared on his face. "Where on earth did this kid go? Why hasn't he come back yet?" The father muttered to himself. His tone was filled with obvious worry and uneasiness.

The father stood up and paced back and forth anxiously, looking out the window from time to time, but he could not see his son. After a while, he sighed helplessly and sat back on the stool. He silently took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a cloud of smoke, as if trying to use nicotine to relieve the anxiety in his heart.

Although he pretended to be calm on the surface, the father was already shrouded in deep worry. He knew that he couldn't show too much tension, so as not to bring more pressure to his wife. However, deep down, he was eager to know where his son was at the moment and why there was no news until now.

"When this little bastard comes home, I'll give him a good beating!"

The father thought to himself, with a flash of anger in his eyes. Seeing his mother's anxious look, he didn't dare to ask rashly, for fear of making her more worried.

In the past month, he has deeply experienced what a painful lesson is. If you don't believe me, you can lift up his sleeves and see that his arms are covered with purple marks. These are the price he paid for his impulsiveness.

Now, he only hopes that his son can return home safely. When he returns, he will definitely settle the account book that records every little detail between father and son.

He wanted his son to understand that fatherly love is not just gentle care, but sometimes it can be as harsh as the collapse of mountains and the cracking of the earth. Only in this way can his son truly understand how to grow up and how to take responsibility.

Hou Jie walked to the door carefully, gently placed his fingers on the door, gently pushed the door open, and peeked in. His eyes searched everywhere, but he didn't see anyone. So he plucked up his courage and whispered, "Father, mother, I'm back."

The mother in the courtyard couldn't believe her ears when she heard the familiar shout. She raised her head suddenly, looked at her father in astonishment, and asked stutteringly, "Did I hear it wrongly? That sounded like my son Chunsheng's voice."

The father also looked puzzled and responded, "I think I heard it too."

At this moment, the voice of his son Hou Jie was heard again outside the courtyard gate. After looking at each other, the two quickly stood up and walked towards the door together.

After Hou Jie shouted twice in succession, he took a step back slightly, ready to run away at any time, fearing that he would be beaten. With a creak, the gate slowly opened, and the mother's eyes fell on her son. She was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. She walked forward quickly, hugged her son tightly in her arms, and couldn't help crying. "You cruel child, how could you leave without saying goodbye like this! You made your mother worry so much!"

Hou Jie was a little overwhelmed by his mother's warm hug. He could only stand there awkwardly, not daring to move.

The mother cried for a long time, her voice gradually became low, and finally stopped completely. Her eyes were red, but there was a trace of relief and comfort in her eyes. Then, she began to look at her son carefully, from head to toe, as if she wanted to make sure whether he was really safe.

She started with her son's face and slowly moved her eyes to every part of his body, checking for any injuries or abnormalities. When she saw that her son was intact, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile on her face.

The father stood by and watched all this quietly. His brows were tightly furrowed at first, showing his inner worry and tension. However, as time went by, his brows gradually relaxed and his expression became relaxed. But not long after, his brows furrowed again, and he stared at his son with a cold gaze, which made people feel a little bit gritting their teeth.

The neighbors who gathered around witnessed the warm scene of the family reunion and came forward to comfort and congratulate them. Everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles, and they expressed their sincere happiness for Hou Jie's safe return.

The father quickly thanked the neighbors and exchanged a few words with them. Then, he returned home with his wife and son. They walked into the pavilion in the yard and sat down to rest for a while. The mother sat next to her son and kept asking various questions, her concern was evident in her words. Hou Jie took a lot of effort to calm his mother down and make her less excited. The father listened patiently without interrupting the conversation between the mother and son. He knew that after experiencing such an incident, family members needed more communication and care.

The father listened quietly, nodding from time to time to show his understanding and support. His expression was gentle and kind, and his eyes showed his love and pride for his son. Seeing that the mother and son were still chattering, he interrupted the mother and said, "Okay, wife, take your son to change his clothes first. Then prepare some food, remember to make it rich, to welcome your son home."

The mother slapped her forehead and said in annoyance, "Look, I have forgotten the important things. Come with me, Chunsheng, I will clean you up first. You look like a little beggar, so dirty."

Hou Jie smiled and nodded, preparing to leave with his mother. As soon as he turned around, he heard his father's voice from behind: "Chunsheng, come to my room later. I have something to ask you."

Hou Jie turned his head, looked at his father and said, "Okay, Dad." Then he followed his mother to his room.

After changing his clothes, Hou Jie walked into his father's room.

In the center of the room is an elegant tea table, on which are neatly placed several delicate tea sets, which glow with a warm luster under the light. Next to the tea table is a comfortable recliner, as if it was specially designed for a nap after drinking tea.

There are several musical instruments placed in the corner, including the simple erhu, the elegant guzheng, and the melodious flute. The existence of these musical instruments further proves that my father not only loves reading, but also has a unique taste and attainments in music.

Such an arrangement clearly reflects the unique charm of the petty-bourgeois life of later generations, combining cultural cultivation with a leisurely mood, revealing a strong cultural atmosphere and elegant quality of life.