When he left, I watched him leave, and when he came back, I went to pick him up. But I was happy when I went out, and a little incomplete when I came back.

The moment the grandmother knelt down, my father's usual stern eyes suddenly changed. Although it was not as loving as I expected, it was more like a helpless expression. He helped the grandmother up from the ground, and the grandmother looked at his father with a desire. The father took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket and lit them in his mouth. After thinking for a while:

"Pingping, go to Al'er's house and call your grandma and ask her to come back tomorrow."

Of course, I would like to see my grandma. Not only could I eat delicious food, but I could also find out about my mother's news. So I ran to Al'er's house and called. My grandma knew that it was her son who needed her to go back and agreed. When I went back to tell my father about this news, he was already lying on the bed drinking old rice wine.

I don't know why he suddenly called me to his side and pushed the wine glass on the table in front of me:

"Do you want to try it?"

Actually, my father said this in front of me before, but he always laughed with jokes, so he used to be like that. But today he is different. Although his eyes are no longer as strict as before, he is more serious. I have never liked the smell of alcohol since I was a child, and I have also secretly tried the smell of alcohol. The smell is really unsatisfactory, and a sip can make people dizzy.

But who can tell the curiosity clearly?

I nodded, raised the enamel cup on the table, and took a sip of it. The rice wine my father likes to drink is the type of rice wine that ordinary people use to cook, and it is not a expensive famous wine on the market. It tastes slightly weaker than ordinary wine, not as easy to get over the head like white wine, and it does not require hiccups to buffer when drinking beer. It is sweet and sour, and it is said that it is an exaggeration to say that the good wine is not as good as alcohol and water.

After drinking this sip, I felt a little warm in my stomach and a hint of dizziness in my head. My father took the enamel cup in front of me and took a sip, then sighed. The following words made me speechless, and I don’t know why he suddenly said such words.

My father looked at me and lit a cigarette:

"Pingping, what if one day I die?"

My father didn't look like a normal joke, as if his eyes suddenly had a lot of despair and helplessness. I don't know why he, who is usually very active, suddenly said such despair. I looked at his eyes and felt a little moved. My father rarely talked to me like this, and very few of them. Maybe it was because of the drunkenness, I don't know why I said such words. I looked at my father:

"Don't worry, you are so old, it's still early. I also think that if I make money in the future, I will buy you a particularly expensive motorcycle, buy you the best rice wine and the best cigarettes. I will buy one box one, and make more money for you to spend. If you really die, I will go to your grave on your death day every year to buy you the rice wine cigarettes. Oh, by the way, there is also your favorite braised crucian carp."

My father suddenly smiled after hearing my words, and then looked at the ceiling:

"I am worthy of being my son, I just know me. This is what you said, you must remember it."

I was filled with alcohol in my words, but the scene at that moment was deeply imprinted in my mind. I don’t know what my father was feeling at that time, but I really remembered everything I said in my heart. No matter what things he usually does, I could make me hate him, but at that moment I threw everything behind my mind, and it even became my goal.

It was already noon when my grandmother came the next day, and my father didn't go to work that day. After she arrived, she sat down and chatted with her father. My personality was similar to my father and I never wanted to listen to boring nonsense. Every time my grandmother chatted in front of her father, he always looked impatient, but the tone of chatting between my father and grandmother became very soft and even begged.

Naturally, my grandmother was unwilling to hand over her money to the person who had hurt her for a long time. Even her son's father could not help her. After her grandmother refused in turn, her father finally gave up begging her mother. When I was eavesdropping in the next room, I heard that my father wanted to find her mother to help, but my grandmother once again refused to tell her father about my mother's whereabouts.

Before my grandmother left, she put the snacks she brought to me next to my pillow and left. My father did not become as fierce as usual, but watched her leave helplessly and desperately. When my grandmother left the courtyard, my father sighed. In fact, it was better to say that she was sighing. The smell of smoke drifted into the room outside. Not long after my grandmother left, the grandmother appeared.

After my father told the grandmother that his grandmother refused to help, he heard the toxic curses coming from the grandmother's mouth. The roughly means that grandmother is not a conscientious person. The father did not refute her or continued to talk to her about this matter, but then the grandmother seemed to have found a new topic and started chatting with her. I couldn't hear the specific content clearly. It seemed that there was a urgent task now that someone needed to go, and after going, everyone could get a reward of 50,000 yuan after finishing their work.

After they finished talking about this, the sound of grandpa pushing the door and going home reached upstairs. When the grandmother saw that he was almost chatting, he walked downstairs to chat with his son. I tiptoed out of the room and saw his father smoking on the bed. There was a kind of pain in his eyes, an indescribable pain.

Because of my mother's departure, I often became the object of my father's chat, so I had to raise my courage and asked thousands of questions:

"Dad, what's wrong?"

My father looked up at me, he wiped out the cigarette butts in his hand, and let me sit next to him. He looked at me and touched my head:

"You may have to go to work somewhere else. Can you be alone at home?"

I nodded. In fact, if my father left me, I would become much more free, and the pressure would not be so great, and I would not have to worry about being beaten up inexplicably anytime and anywhere. So I nodded without thinking:

"Dad, don't worry, I've grown up and I can take care of myself. If you go outside, you must take good care of yourself. Never happen to anything. By the way, you have to work outside, where to work, and what to do? Did the grandmother tell you just now?"

When my father nodded, the smoke came out of his nostrils, and I waved habitually:

"Just just now, your grandmother told me that there is a life that needs people now. Do you still remember your aunt? It is your grandmother's sister. His son used to be on the road, but now he heard that he started doing construction site business. You should call him uncle. It is a big project to open up wasteland in Lincheng. Now he needs people now. Your grandmother recommended me in front of him, and your uncle said that I can go there to do a stewardship. The money I get can not only repay your grandfather's money, but also give you an extra portion of it to buy you delicious food."

I lowered my head and thought about it. I never wanted to think too much about adults. But my father has always been a useless person in the eyes of outsiders. But this time he said that he could do something that was good. I felt a little more relieved in my heart, as if I could finally not be looked down upon.

My father lit a cigarette again. He didn't seem to like the job very much, but he had already made up his mind to go there. At that moment, his sucking clouds and mist made me admire him again. Sometimes a man's charm can not only attract the opposite sex, but also sometimes it will make the same sex feel a little moved.

"I'm going to work there tomorrow. You have to be more behaved by yourself and listen to your grandfather's words. It may take a long time for me to come back. You can have dinner downstairs and have dinner with your grandfather downstairs. Although your grandmother is weird, she is still very good. Don't forget to eat for Lao Cat and Tatto. If the cat and dog are not taken good care of, I will clean up yours."

I don’t know why my father said the last sentence, although he seemed to threaten me normally, his tone was completely different. He never told me something like today, and I even had some bad premonition in my heart. I looked at my father and didn’t say anything. I just heard the call for dinner downstairs, so I went downstairs to serve the dishes upstairs.

From that time on, I was unwilling to look at my grandfather. I always felt that this family had great responsibility for becoming like this. If my father was a strict and harsh father in my eyes, then my grandfather would be an unforgivable bad guy. He did the leave of grandma and the current situation of this family alone. When I was a child, I thought so.

When my father left, he didn't take away much, just a few pieces of clothes and a pack of cigarettes with half left. It was the uncle who drove a van to pick him up. When he left, he didn't give me any more instructions, and he didn't listen to the grandmother's nagging. He got in the van and left. I kept watching the car disappear from my sight before walking back to the yard.

...

After my father got on the van, he drove all the way to Linshi. My uncle took out the cigarette in his pocket and smoked a piece of it for his father. In fact, the two of them didn’t have much intersection before, and at most they had some meals when their relatives got together. This was the first time they got to know each other, and his identity should be considered a contractor. Because my father was taken alone, he was treated preferentially by the workers around him as soon as he got off the bus.

It’s like a person with a special identity, my father needs to flatter him to make a good fortune on this construction site. When my father got off the bus, he met a worker with a small number of people and walked outside to see the surroundings. This is a wasteland, and it’s a bit desolate and a bit unreal. It should be said that it’s a barren and barren land. A large area of ​​loess is very thick on the ground, unlike the mud and sand on the high slopes.

Their mission should be to open up land. It should be a good name to open up land, in short, it is to dig the ground. My father saw the most relaxing place around him. There was a pagoda on the other side of the river not far away. If he stood on the top of the pagoda, he could see the boring wasteland at a glance.

His father said that he could not go to the pagoda mountain to take a look. The pagoda looked like a relic that was unattended, and maybe there were some good objects or strange things.

He saw that the reclaimed machinery was ready on the wasteland, and of course the most was the excavator. After his father lit a cigarette, he heard his uncle's call, saying that he was going to eat the start-up banquet. At the start-up banquet, his father was a person he attached great importance to. The uncle introduced his father very seriously, and the start-up banquet almost became his father's welcome banquet.

The thing that puzzled my father the most was that every worker here didn't seem to care much about what he had to do on the construction site, or he seemed to be silent. He talked about some topics about family matters at the start of the work banquet, which made my father start to be confused about his trip.

Or, these people may not know what they are here for, but they come here just by paying higher fees. Could it be that they can get so much money by digging all the huge wasteland? This kind of good thing is not something that anyone can encounter. The father began to doubt and he called his uncle to the side:

"What are you here to do? I'm here to open up the land, but I don't know how to use excavators or machines. I'm just a paint maker. You're not asking me to come here to dig a shovel. Besides, it's not appropriate to just dig a lot of money to pay for so much money. Are you going to do something here or what?"

My uncle escaped from his pocket and lit a cigarette, took a breath and spit it out and looked at his father:

"Since you asked that, I'll tell you the truth. In fact, this wasteland is not just a wasteland, there are some good things underground."

My father also lit a cigarette and looked at my uncle curiously:

"What? Mineral?"

My uncle shook his head:

"Minerals are the easiest thing to lose money. If I can't dig it out, I'll be done. There are 100% good things here. Have you ever heard of Taosha?"

My father didn't know the meaning of these two words, so my uncle smiled:

"Taosha is to go downstairs to get things from ancient people. This thing is much more valuable than minerals, and there are many such good things under it."

My father grew up with amazement:

"This...isn't this a tomb robber?"

My uncle smiled:

"Young man, don't say things so badly. Isn't it a pity to bury the things that the ancients don't want to be buried with them? Isn't it a pity to bury all rare treasures in the soil like this? Let's take them out for some money and live a good life, right? I've been eyeing this place for a long time. Someone has seen it underground, and there are indeed many good things..."

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