Jean Love

From Liuhua Station to Dali, and from Dali to my residence, the journey was full of traffic, stops and transfers, and it took nearly two and a half hours to arrive at around [-]:[-] in the evening.

Before entering the house, I saw my father sitting on the edge of the wall on the left outside the rolling gate smoking a cigarette, lowering his head slightly, not looking aside, with a desolate expression, I walked slowly, approached, and stood in front of my father, Calling him, the father quickly raised his head, squeezing out the fireworks that were about to go out: "Oh, boy, you are back, go to eat, go in to eat."

"Have you eaten yet?" I looked at his face that cleared up immediately after the clouds and mists were lifted.

"I ate at the factory."

"Don't you have to work overtime today?"

"No, I haven't worked overtime these days." My father stood up excitedly, with that look, as if I had been away for a long time and came back suddenly.

The rolling gate was half open, and there were three pairs of fresh bowls and chopsticks on the small circular dining table in the living room. There were several dishes in the middle of the table. His mother was sitting beside him, Brother Xiao Wu was sitting on his mother's lap, and Chen Quan was sitting on the table. Next to my mother, "Bear Infested" was playing on the TV, and the little ones watched it with relish, so that when they saw me coming in, they only looked back, yelled, and then pretended that I didn't exist.

"Mom, have they eaten yet?" I asked my mother.

"The two of them have eaten and washed them, but their clothes haven't been washed yet." The mother's face was serious, as if displeased.

"Have you eaten yet?" I put down my backpack and ran to the bathroom to wash my face.

"No, wait for you, Xiaojing will add eight o'clock tonight, and she will be back soon." The mother dragged a low plastic stool from her side, put Brother Wu on it, stood up by herself, and brought out a stool from the kitchen. Put the bowl of pork on the table, move the bowl and chopsticks, and look up at the wall clock on the wall: "Xiao Jing will be back soon, let's eat, and wait while you eat."

"Dad, do you want to drink? There are so many dishes." I looked at my father who was sitting in the distance again, and called out loudly. I raised my chopsticks and drew a circle towards the middle of the round table.

"It doesn't matter if you drink it or not, or a little bit."

"Then get one." I got up and went out, and bought a zero degree in the supermarket outside the door.

"Didn't the doctor tell you not to drink? Didn't you quit?" My mother reminded me in surprise when she saw me start pouring wine into the bowl.

"Hey, I quit. I went home and drank two bowls with Lin Zi's husband." Drink a little if you are happy, it's okay.

"It's fine." The mother said in a low voice, and then she picked up a bowl to fill up the rice, and Xiao Jing also came back. At that time, Chen Wu was driving in Huadu and rarely came home. We were the only ones at home. We sat around the table and started When eating and drinking, I only drank half a bowl. I stood up and saw my mother bowed her head to eat and my father bowed his head to drink.

They often do this, but today I don’t know why?It's all trivial things, and they always like to argue a few words and refuse to give in to each other.

"Boss, you're back too, and I saw your mother's face, I'm very miserable in this family!" Father said in protest after drinking two bowls, his face flushed, and he raised his hand.

I turned my face away with a playful expression, and Xiao Jing also turned her face with a surprised expression. We all looked at our father in unison to see what he was going to say next.

"Both of you are here, you come to judge, I work outside like this, she just takes two children at home, cooks some food, washes some clothes, you say, I didn't help with the clothes I changed in the corridor yesterday I wash and sit at home all day, what is she doing?" The father was wronged and angry, and his voice became louder and louder.

"I didn't see it. If I saw it, I must have washed it. Besides, you didn't tell me a word. You got angry at every turn, as if everyone in the world was idle, and you were the hardest one." Mother still ate quietly, eating Well, when my father finished speaking, he paused for a while, as if explaining, as if refuting, with a serious expression.

Then he said: "I also tell you two, let him wash his clothes by himself. I have never washed Mao Ya's clothes. He is unwilling to ask him to take them back for washing. He seldom works late at night. I just wash my clothes after taking a shower, such a small thing, a big man, just measure it a little bit, I won’t wash it in the future, it’s explained, Mao Ya shouldn’t spoil him.” The mother’s tone was very strong , After finishing speaking, he took the toothpick and turned to watch TV with the two children.

"I don't have any clothes to wear tomorrow." The father lowered his head again in an instant, sighing sadly.

"Where's the clothes I sold you? It seems you haven't seen them worn yet." I asked.

"Still at the bedside." Father pointed to the bed in the corner of the living room.

"Then why don't you wear it? Doesn't it fit?"

"I haven't tried it, oops, you're a bonehead. How can you wear this when you're doing our job? You're covered in dust all day long, and you can't even wash it off with iron shit ink." The father looked cherished.

"The clothes are bought for wearing, and they are not very expensive, and they are also used as work clothes."

"It's said that he doesn't like to wear short sleeves anymore. Have you ever seen him wear short sleeves in this life?" Mother interjected without looking back.

"Oh, the director in charge of the factory, on the third day of my past, he told me that there were factory uniforms, and now it's been more than ten days, half a month, and he hasn't seen a single thread. I asked him several times, and always said that it was too late, and then there was no more, the masters in our workshop were all complaining, and asked me to hang him." My father raised his head again, angrily, and passed on his grievances to their factory long body.

"This can't be done! It's not like you are alone, there are so many people in a factory, why do you want to do this? You don't remember how you begged the factory director at the beginning, and said several times, come on!" Go, people see that you are sincere, so they don't care that you don't have an ID card, so they recruit you. Don't bother with these small things. It's not good at all. For such a big factory, it will take time to customize factory uniforms Well, why rush it for a while, everyone has it, you must have it, everyone hasn’t posted it, it’s the same if you wear your own, let’s go, let’s go and buy two long-sleeved ones.” I was a little angry, but I didn’t show it. When she came out, Xiao Jing kept silent, she just put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, pulled the corners of her mouth, and pulled some tissues. She knew her father had such a temper.

"You don't need to buy that. There is also a white suit that your brother wore before. It was brought from home and placed on the bedside, and has never been taken out to wear." Father whispered, his mood regained peace, and there was no resentment in his tone. .

"Are you still taking a shower in our factory these days?" I asked.

"Yes."

"In the future, we will wash our own clothes separately. Look at the laundry table in our factory, it is very convenient, and the water source is also very convenient. Don't rely on your wife for your own clothes. You see, she is like There is nothing to do, in fact, it is not easy to sweep the floor, wash, cook and take care of the children at home, over and over again every day."

Father bowed his head again, no longer refuting.I have been to their factory, several times, and I have seen the factory manager he mentioned. The laundry table and shower room in their factory are good, and they are also separate rooms. I originally wanted to ask my father to go back to his factory to take a shower. , but the words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back. An elder from the countryside has limited communication skills, understanding skills and acceptance. I was worried that he would have a strong sense of loneliness, so I didn’t say anything. It is unreasonable to take a bath and do laundry in our factory, but because of face, no one has directly complained to me.

With a bottle of wine, a meal, and a conversation, the worry on my father's face dissipated, and he glowed red. He took a breath of alcohol, lit a cigarette, inhaled it, exhaled it, and raised his legs.The tense seriousness on the mother's face also relaxed, she stood up, bowed her waist, and was about to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Xiaojing: "Mom, let me come, sit down for a while."

Housework, just these small things, the next morning I went to the market with my mother to buy vegetables, and my mother asked me if I was not going to work?I can’t say I go to work in the morning, but in the afternoon, I said that I want to spend more time with my mother. My mother turned her head and looked at me with a soft and warm face. We came to the general market.In the blink of an eye, for more than two years, my mother has met many people here, aunts who pick up children, aunts who buy vegetables, the boss who sells fruits, and the boss who sells buns. She greets others all the way, her face is full of light and joy.In the past, she would go around the vegetable stand to pick up some vegetable leaves that were picked and discarded by customers. Now, a proprietress will give some old leafy heads of mustard greens or cabbage from time to time, and the mother will wash them and dry them to pickle sauerkraut. After marinating, I will give some to the proprietress of the vegetable stall. The taste is more authentic and authentic than the sauerkraut bought in the plastic bucket on the stall.

On the way back, I carried the vegetables and fruits I bought, and walked side by side with my mother. I asked my mother if she had quarreled with my father yesterday. She said, "Three days are free? He is always looking for trouble, and I don't even bother to talk to him."

"What will your two parents-in-law do in this life?" I teased.

"It was so difficult when I was young. Now that you have grown up, as long as you are obedient, I don't want to think about anything."

Are we obedient?I really wanted to tell her that Zhao Xin and I were divorced, but when I got to the point of my mouth, I couldn't say it. I lied, sometimes because I was afraid of being hurt, I hid it, and sometimes because I was afraid of being hurt, I just endured it and waited for a better time.