69

My dad looked a little haggard than last time, and his eyes were more obvious.

His appearance, inertially stayed ten years ago with Duan Feifan.

Although I can see it all these years, I feel like "He is getting older again", but maybe it's because the time is too short. Even if it's all accumulated together, it's just a short moment in the past ten years.

Every time Duan Feifan turned around and left here, the father he thought of in his mind was still the same as he was in elementary school. No matter how many visits he visited, it could not offset the long period of childhood to adulthood.

"You don't need to comfort me," Dad looked at him. "I'm not a pitiful person, and I'm not a jail. You don't have to be so careful."

"I didn't deliberately be careful," Duan Feifan held his cheek and looked at his father, "To be honest, Luo Jianshe didn't ask me to enlighten you or something, just said to meet him. I thought it would be great if I had the chance to meet you more."

"I'm here," Dad sighed, "Anxiety, do you understand? Xiao Luo and the others didn't know why they discovered it."

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

"You know, no," said my dad, "I'm also reading some psychology books, all of which are in school. Do you understand? You've passed the exam so quickly once, your uncle came to see me and I had to tie the whip and run in while putting it in."

Duan Feifan laughed: "Don't let the whip come in here, don't talk nonsense."

"But..." My dad thought for a while, "This is a bit absolute. You will be anxious. How could you not be anxious when you grow up like this?"

"No," Duan Feifan touched his face, "it was charred."

Dad stared at him and said, "It's dark, why are you playing with it and she's going to be like this?"

"It's been skiing," Duan Feifan said, "and also took a walk out of the intermediate ski slope."

"Are you slipping with a bare face?" asked my dad.

"It's not just a big deal when you slide," Duan Feifan said. "When you climb back, you're barefoot, and that's much longer than when you slide down."

Dad smiled and said, "Did you fall?"

"It fell," Duan Feifan nodded, "Others slipped out and fell for a while. I stood there and then fell automatically, stretching straight."

Dad stared at him carefully for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifan asked, "I'm so handsome when I'm black! I'm also the most handsome when I fall."

"I feel like I've seen it for a few days," said my dad, "why seems to have grown up a little bit."

"Is that right?" Duan Feifan responded, "but he is still elegant and elegant."

"When I stay here, I live like a year, and it's so irritating. When I see you, I feel that these years have passed in a blink of an eye," my dad sighed. "Sometimes I chat with those old guys, and their family members write letters, we have never heard of the fresh things I said. The one next door to me was a few years later than us, and it seems that he had used everything."

"It's not difficult to understand the fresh things nowadays. The big words are written clearly after a few fingers," Duan Feifan said. "When you fight him, who can't? Dingdang cat can understand even if he takes a fist. What's there to show off?"

Dad sighed and said nothing.

Duan Feifan couldn't find anything at the moment, and wanted to talk to him about going out for fun as Jiang Kuo said, but in his current state, he couldn't be sure whether his father would be happy when he heard this or worsen his sense of alienation from the outside world.

"The Chinese New Year is coming in a few days," my dad took the initiative to find a topic, "Are you busy in the store?"

"It's done," Duan Feifan said, "The old uncle invited someone to help a few days ago. When I came back, I shipped the stuff I was pressed, and I was almost busy."

"Have you bought New Year's goods?" my dad asked.

"No," Duan Feifan said, "This is simple. I went back to pull a trailer market and bought it all, but I had to go and send some to my grandma. My aunt brought her things, and she complained that the second and third brothers didn't get her things."

"This old lady," Dad smiled, "bring her some peanut candy. The old lady and I love to eat that. In the past, we always bought it for her during the Chinese New Year."

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

The peanut candy shop has been closed for several years. The old man who made the candy said he couldn't do it and wanted to go back to his hometown. When he left the store, his uncle went to help clean it up.

But Duan Feifan didn't tell his father, and he felt uncomfortable. In the years that he had not seen, the familiar things disappeared little by little.

"Is the old man selling candy still here?" my dad asked suddenly.

"Here," Duan Feifan said quickly, "Why did he say that he was gone?"

Dad narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You lied to me."

"Why am I lying to you?" Duan Feifan said.

"At least, the old man is not in the market anymore," said my dad. "If you still have it, you must tell me something. It's considered to have found a topic."

"...Fuck." Duan Feifan was quite convinced.

"After so many years, I moved away and died," said my dad, "Not surprising."

"Don't talk nonsense! He is not dead!" Duan Feifan glared at him.

"That's just moving, right?" My dad refused to give up and insisted on making sure.

"Yes," Duan Feifan said, "I said it was tiring to be a sugar man. I couldn't do it when I was old and went back to my hometown."

"Hey..." My dad sighed in a long voice, "Look, just say it honestly, I'll lie to me."

Duan Feifan didn't say anything.

"Aren't you just afraid that I think the changes outside are too big?" said my dad.

Duan Feifan glanced at him.

"How can there be no big changes over the years?" said my dad, "What's the matter?" "Yes, it's not a big deal." Duan Feifan nodded.

"Don't worry about me in the future, and bother coaxing me," said my dad, "You should live like this, don't think about what I will do after I go out, what should I do, don't worry about me, don't worry about me, do you understand? I haven't had me for so many years, are you all good, aren't you? In the future..."

"Duan Yingjie! I have no parents for ten years and no home for ten years!" Duan Feifan couldn't control his emotions, and his voice rose a little, "You just left me and walked away one by one. Now I still want me to continue to have no father and no home, right?"

Dad was stunned.

"I have been waiting for so many years," Duan Feifan suppressed his voice, "Is it right to just say that there is no you in the end? This is more cruel than growing up by myself, do you understand? It doesn't matter what I lose, I just want to wait for what I want, my home! My dad! Do you understand?"

My dad put down the receiver, covered his face with both hands, and did not move for a long time.

Duan Feifan didn't say anything anymore and looked at his hands silently.

Like his face, my dad's hands can also be seen as old as he was when he was young. Grandma said that his hands were very similar to my dad's, with long fingers and powerful eyes.

"The kind that can make people slap a stiff pillow," said grandma.

This describes Duan Feifan for many years and wants to laugh when he thinks about it, but his father's hands are no longer as beautiful as they used to be, and they are still slightly cracked.

"Let's go back," my dad put down his hand and picked up the receiver. "I'll look at the weather forecast today. It's going to snow. Go back early."

"Yes." Duan Feifan looked at him.

"I didn't cry," said my father, "I just got scolded by my son, and I couldn't stand it."

"Who has scolded you..." Duan Feifan said.

"You don't have to come to see me during the Chinese New Year, just call me," said my dad, "You have a good New Year and tell my grandma that I'm fine."

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "By the way, Duan Ling bought you two sets of thermal underwear, I'll bring it to you."

"This girl," Dad laughed, "and more worried than her dad."

"Then I'll leave," Duan Feifan said, "I'll see you again after the New Year."

"Okay, come back." Dad waved his hand.

When I reached the bus stop, snow began to fall from the sky, and the wind was blowing more violently than when he came.

Duan Feifan pulled the scarf upwards and put on the hat.

There were no passers-by around, and he was the only one standing here at the station, which looked particularly miserable.

He took out his cell phone and called Brother Wen.

"Do you still remember the old man who sold peanut candy before?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Remember, Old Man Song," said Brother Wen, "What's wrong?"

"Do you have his phone number or something?" Duan Feifan said, "I want to see if he can still make peanut candy."

"Yes, I'll look for it," Brother Wen lit the mouse on the other end, "You really can't think that Old Man Song has worked hard in the aisle and makes peanut candy for you. If you want to eat peanut candy, isn't there any other one in Beikou?"

"I want to buy some for my dad," Duan Feifan said.

Brother Wen suddenly lost his voice, and after a while, he heard the mouse ringing again: "I'm filial."

"Why does it sound like a swearing?" Duan Feifan said.

"I am moved to praise you!" Brother Wen said, "Will I bend you if I scold you?"

Duan Feifan smiled: "Thank you brother."

"Come on, I'm looking for it," said Brother Wen, "I'll send it to you."

The entire sunroom was filled with the fragrance of the flower and fruit tea cooked by Jiang Lelai. My mother took a piece of cloth and compared it on Benben, and then compared it twice and stroked it with a stroke.

"Aren't you?" Jiang Kuo looked at her, "Did you do this in making clothes?"

"Three-dimensional cutting, you know what a fool." After mom drew some circles and channels on the cloth, she took the scissors and started cutting.

"Drink?" Jiang Lelai poured himself a flower and fruit tea and looked at Jiang Kuo's cup.

"Don't drink this kind of tea at the bottom of the chain of contempt," said Jiang Kuo.

"You are all at the bottom of the contempt chain in this family," Jiang Lelai poured him tea, "and pay attention to tea."
To be continued...