These days, my mother has been with her father. Even though my grandmother promised her that she would not leave again in the future, her father still refused to forgive her. The relationship between the two has always been very awkward, and even when she was having dinner, my grandmother ate alone in the kitchen.

My father's toes were no longer as painful as before, but he always called for drinking yellow wine. My mother thought that the wine was not high, and the alcohol was not high, so she would follow her father to the small shop at the entrance of the village to make a pot of him. So my father lay on the bed all day long, siping the yellow wine in the quilt, sometimes lit a cigarette and stared at the ceiling in a daze, sometimes she would talk to herself and didn't know what she was saying, and my mother never cared about it, and my grandmother didn't know what to say.

My father would wake up early every day. When my mother was still sleeping sideways, she would pour a glass of rice wine into the wine glass, saying nothing, and just kept thinking about things.

In my impression, this is also the norm for my father. I almost saw him sleeping or turning on the TV without watching it, holding a cigarette while thinking about things.

Sometimes I laughed as I talked, and sometimes I would think of something and call me to tell me, as if he had started from that time.

My father opened his eyes and looked at his sleeping mother beside him. The window was still dark outside. Even the birds who liked to stand on the wires had not gotten up yet. He did not turn on the lights, probably because he was afraid that he would disturb his mother's rest.

After reaching out and touching the table for a long time, I touched the bottle of wine. I shook it and found that there was not much left inside. After pouring the remaining wine into the cup, I leaned on the bedside table and entered my own world.

Perhaps in his imagination, he was an arrogant genius, or a wealthy man.

It was just lightning outside when her mother woke up, and she didn't know when her husband around her woke up. He had been like this for several days. Her father took a sip of the rice wine and looked at the empty bottle. Her mother also understood what her father meant. In the past few days, her father had not eaten much in front of the wine bottle and didn't say much. Her mother was indeed a little worried about her father.

"Minfeng, what's wrong with you these days? Why don't you eat or talk, and just drink that little wine."

The father glanced at his mother:

"I'm fine, go buy a bar."

When my mother heard her father say this, she always felt strange, but she didn't know what was strange. When she turned around and left, she heard a ticking sound behind her back. When she looked at her father, it seemed that it was not the sound he made. She thought that she might have heard it wrong, so she took the bottle and went downstairs to the street to buy wine.

When I came back, my grandmother was sitting at the door thinking about her thoughts. With a simple greeting, she went upstairs and placed the wine on the table beside my father's bed.

The father nodded, then picked up the bottle that his mother had just taken back and filled the wine glass. The mother sat on the sofa, picked up the newspaper from the previous few days and started reading it. The father sipped the rice wine without looking at his mother.

...

"Come on, come on, my child, come on my arms. There is so much pain in this world. Come on, I give you freedom and I give you happiness."

"Come on, come on, I have everything you want, I can give you wealth and fame and fortune, my child."

...

These words kept circling in my father's mind. If I look from afar, my father seemed to be looking at the ceiling. In fact, he was rolling his eyes slightly!

My father saw a lot of money, so much that he could not spend all his money in his life. He placed it on the table, as if he could take it away with his hand. There were many people around him, and the smell of smoke was very strong. It was obviously a casino.

"Come on, kid, sit down and give you all you want."

...

His father's eyes returned to normal. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, lifted the quilt, and put on his pants.

When my mother saw her father who had been lying in bed for so long, she finally reacted and stood up from the sofa happily:

"What's wrong, Minfeng, what are you going to do?"

My father said slowly while wearing his pants:

"I want to go out on the street to play two games of cards."

Although the word "playing cards" has always had a bad impression in my mother's heart, my father took the initiative to ask to go out and play to show that he was still in a normal state. My mother thought that since her brain was fine, she would definitely not do anything randomly. She helped her father get the crutches made by the grandfather and helped him downstairs.

Grandma heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, and she knew that it was her father who had gone downstairs.

"Minfeng, you finally came down. I want to eat something. Mom will make it for you."

The father shook his head and walked out the door without even looking at his grandmother.

My mother originally wanted to go with her, but she was afraid that her father would not make any mistakes on the road, but she refused her. Seeing that his appearance was almost recovering, she should be fine.

It took about 40 minutes to get to the street at his father's walking speed. The construction site had been completed before, and Al was also resting at home. When his father knew that Al was at home, he went to find him first and went to the street to play together.

My father likes to play Zajinhua the most. In his hometown, he calls Zajinhua a kitten fishing, which means that you can win a lot of money with just one dollar. The key is whether you are lucky.

Ahler helped his father to the street, and there was a round table in a small shop at an intersection. Those who sat around were playing cards, and those who stood on the side were reading cards. His father limped to the shop and found a stool to sit down.

"Oh Minfeng, you are still playing cards now."

My father ignored what the man said and sat in his seat waiting for the deal.

Although Zajinhua came and went very much, the people in my hometown basically had no money at that time and didn’t dare to play too much. In the end, the winner and loss came and went and won was only a few dozen yuan.

After all, not everyone can lose all their family fortunes like grandpa.

My father played there all afternoon until it was almost dark and was persuaded by everyone.

One afternoon, I didn’t lose money, but I only won fifteen yuan.

Ale supported his father who was dreaming of spring and autumn. He felt that if he could win fifteen now, he would win more in the future. At that time, he would have endless money as he thought. Those who looked down on themselves, the sufferings they suffered, and the messy worries would disappear.

But he never expected that this was just the beginning of the story.

Aller helped him slowly towards the courtyard. There were many graves near the road. Those graves had existed for a long time, and some were not even in tombstones, but there were always some yellow paper on them.

Suddenly, my father let go of Aller's hand, threw the crutch aside, and sat on the ground:

"Okay, thank you Alle, I'm home, you go back."

Al was stunned when he heard his father's words. What's wrong with his brother:

"Minfeng, you haven't arrived yet, what are you talking about?"

My father looked down at the ground:

"I'm home. This sofa is so comfortable. I'm going to bed later. You can leave quickly."

As he was talking, my father walked towards a piece of mud. It rained a few days ago and the mud was wet.

Ale looked at his father's unusual behavior and felt a chill behind him. It seemed that his father had encountered something. Ale had heard from the old man in the village before that it was not good to pass by the grave at night. Could it be that his brother won the bid this time?

He hurried into the mud and grabbed his father:

"Go away quickly, Minfeng, come home with me."

Unexpectedly, my father not only ignored Al, but instead leaned back and lay on the mud:

"I'm home. This bed is so comfortable. You can go back and rest. Al."

Through the moonlight, Aler saw his father lying on the ground. At this time, his father's eyes were rolling!

Aller knew this time he was a traitor!

He quickly helped his father up, pulled him and walked towards the courtyard, looking around and cursing at the graves:

"If you dare to do anything to my brother, I will dig your grave!"

After Ale pulled out of the mud, his father closed his eyes and lost consciousness, and allowed Ale to drag him back to the compound.

When grandma and mother, who were standing at the door waiting, saw Al's unconscious father, they knew that something must have happened.

"What's going on? Al, what's wrong with Minfeng."

Aller puts his father on a stool:

"I don't know either. Today he came to me and said he wanted to play cards, so I took him there. When I saw him, I felt very abnormal. After playing for a whole afternoon, I helped him home. When I arrived at the mud, I said that I had arrived home and could not get up on the ground. I rolled my eyes and talked to me. I was so scared that I quickly brought him back."

After hearing this, my mother nodded. My father's behavior these days was indeed very strange, but I just couldn't tell what was wrong. When my father went out, he always felt a little worried. Something really happened.

Grandma sighed, actually she should have thought of it long ago.

...

A blind man wearing sunglasses walked slowly through the gate of the courtyard and sneered at the gate of the courtyard:

"As expected, this day really came very quickly."

After walking two steps, he sneered again:

"The surname of Xu, please take care of yourself. I hope you can get through it."
Chapter completed!