The father died, the head of the first 49 years of his life that year, I just go to college.
The father had emphysema, lung perforation, in the end what disease, death is not clear, just and lung. The father ran a trip to the Guanting the hospital, mains downlight, a few days back.The father said, that place, your Baba, we can not afford to live.
The father came back, wholesale and some penicillin every day at home infusion.The beginning, the village doctor gave him a tie liquid, a long time, the village doctors quibble, mains downlight, do not want to come. Father can not, and once, he said to me, you give me a tie.I said, I will not. The father said, all right, the needle a little flat bit along the vascular bundle it wants. I have a bite, hand trembling, into the tie down his veins. The first needle, tie deep, pull out the heavy bar. Second dose, spike, led high bay, tip out from the next to blood vessels, red blood-red, followed oozed. Profuse sweating, anxious almost cried. Father medication cotton over his eye of a needle, and said, right, all right. After saying so long, with a sigh.
A person, a family will not help to this point.
The father said, I have this disease, can be cured of ten thousand dollars, the poor have no money, had to take life to carry. That time, the family in order to cure his father, and as I go to school, is already deep in debt, let alone ten thousand dollars is a dollar not good out. First home, no salt, no money to buy had to Whitewater to cook a meal, dinner, mains downlight, a suppressing swallow it, no one to speak.
But tears are in my heart.
When I was young, my father was young, is known for the carpenter, three people of the village five miles, and more play furniture or build a house. I remember that time, the father a day – the wages of two dollars, as well as a box of Guanting smoke. Smoke, the father could not bear to smoke, a box of a box hidden in the cabinet, mains downlight, left to the New Year when pumping. 2 yuan wages, the father is not anxious to get something to them when it comes to When will you give.
Fast in junior high school, I particularly want to have a pen. Father to go to the grass-for-food, just passing through the county, I begged the father, I hope he went to the county supply and marketing cooperatives to buy back a pen.
Early years, one surnamed Li, the secretary of the village, looks white, wearing a very clean, covered non-stick trace of soil dust. One day, he came to our village, a pull is goofed on to others, you see, this child’s eyes more than black benevolence ah the future, a certain amount to anything. The secretary said these things, mains downlight, happens to his father was also present. Lunch hour, the father of the mother is very excited to say, Secretary Li said, we kid will amount to anything.
Thoughts flies.
