It was late at night, and Xiao Hanjin was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He sat up and looked at the dark surroundings, but he didn't know what to do.
At this time, the breeze was gusting, but it was the faint and desolate sound of the erhu, one after another, intermittent and continuous; accompanied by the bright moon and the breeze, it floated up and down in the night sky. This is the silent suffering, just to express it like this.
As a child, he naturally could not hear the emotion behind the erhu music. But as a son of man, he was still keenly aware that only his father could play such a beautiful melody.
The child tried to explain to his mother that his father did not spend the money to go to the tavern. On the contrary, he thought it was all his fault - if he hadn't been crying all the time, his father would not have taken him to buy candies, and he would not have lost the money.
However, my mother would never believe it.
With apologies, little Han Jin put on his clothes and walked quietly into his father's room. He saw Blind Han leaning against the window, his body covered with the silvery glow of the moonlight, and the sad tune was playing in the room.
Blind Han's thick fingers are vividly alive.
"Dad..." Little Han Jin leaned against the door, shying away from going in.
Blind Han slowly put down his bow, as if thinking about something. After a while, he slowly asked: "It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"
"Jin'er shouldn't...shouldn't let you buy candy..."
Blind Han comforted him: "Silly son, dad knows what you are going to say. This matter has nothing to do with you. Go to sleep."
Little Han Jin ran over and threw himself into Blind Han's arms. Only then did he realize that his father's face was covered with tears. No wonder he heard a whimper: "Dad, don't cry..."
Blind Han hugged him tighter, sobbed twice, and cried tremblingly: "Jin'er, I'm sorry...I'm sorry...it was my father who went to Yuanwai Liu to borrow money without telling you, and you suffered a lot..."
After that, the father and son hugged each other tightly under the moonlight. After a long time, they were still speechless.
Maybe Blind Han was tired of crying, or maybe he was tired. He let go of his son and said as if talking to himself: "Hey Blind Han, why are you so stupid? This is obviously your fault alone.
Why did you bring your wife and son with you? It is said that no matter how poor you are, you can’t deprive your wife, and no matter how miserable you are, you can’t deprive your children. But in my life, I have been poor, and my wife has suffered so much for my children. Why am I so stupid!"
He sighed softly again, struggling and tangled in his heart. After a long time, he finally said a sentence: "Come in, go get the hemp rope for binding the firewood."
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Come……"
Little Han Jin responded and quickly ran out of the room to get the hemp rope. He was a five-year-old child. How could he know what his father wanted the hemp rope for? He just obeyed the orders. Maybe his father would be happy!
Blind Han got the hemp rope, stood up and groped for the chair, slowly stood up and asked with a smile: "Look at dad's height, is he as tall as the beam?"
When little Han Jin saw his father's smile, his suspended heart dropped. Under the moonlight, he replied: "Dad, your head just reaches the beam, hehe."
Blind Han laughed loudly, stepped down from the chair, and asked meaningfully: "Jin'er, do you think you will miss your father if he leaves?"
Little Han Jin nodded without thinking.
"You are a man and you have to protect your mother when your father is away, do you understand?"
Little Han Jin was at a loss and asked: "Dad, where are you going?"
Blind Han smiled silently and took out a small knife from his arms: "Dad is going to a happy place. Once there, dad's eyes will be able to see, and he can take Jin'er to play with him.
When you miss daddy, just look at this knife. Having it by your side is like daddy protecting you. If someone dares to bully mom, use this knife to protect her."
Little Han Jin naively thought that his father had really found a good place, so he asked again: "Then when will he come back?"
"When Jin'er grows up, dad will come back naturally."
Little Han Jin laughed, ran out of the room and turned around and shouted: "Dad, you must come back!"
Blind Han's lips were trembling, and hot tears fell from his absent-minded eyes. He slowly stood up on the chair, put the rope on the beam, and made a tight knot...
The next day, Mrs. Han cooked the meal, but his officials got up unusually late today, probably because they were still angry after a quarrel yesterday.
"Jin'er, call your father over for dinner, you can't go hungry even if you're in debt!" Mrs. Han said while holding the dish.
Little Han Jin just woke up, rubbed his eyes, and opened the door: "Dad, why can't you pay back..." At that moment, he was suddenly frightened by the scene in front of him and sat on the ground. What caught his eyes was the hanging man.
Father on the beam.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Han heard the scream and ran over in a hurry. When he saw this tragic situation, he was so scared that he could hardly speak, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.
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.She didn’t believe that such a strong man would commit suicide!
Little Han Jin cried and hugged Blind Han's stiff thighs: "Dad!!!"
Mrs. Han hurriedly took down the body, knelt down and cried: "My lord! Why are you so cruel!"
Later, the mother and son buried Blind Han. The saddest thing was little Han Jin, especially when he saw the agarwood erhu, the desolate and sad sound could not help but sound in his ears.
Liu Yuanwai took over all the fields and houses from their family, but out of "pity", the mother and son still lived here, but they had to pay a high rent; Mrs. Han also had to work for Yuanwai as a long-term worker, so the agarwood erhu naturally
It was also in his hands.
Time flew by and two years passed, and Han Jin became seven years old.
In Liu's house, Mrs. Han knelt down in the kitchen and wiped the floor carefully. This woman had lived a hard life for the past two years! Almost all the work in Liu's house was done by him alone. He was too tired to stand up every day and had to endure it.
The eldest lady's rolling eyes and the cynicism of the family members - after all, she is here to pay off her debts.
But the only thing he insisted on was not to let his son suffer at all. As a result, little Han Jin was able to grow up healthily.
Now that she is seven years old, she thought that by letting her son come in to work with her, she could earn more money, but Liu Yuanwai didn't mind.
"Mom!" Little Han Jin dragged the heavy bucket into the kitchen awkwardly and placed it on the ground with a "dong" sound: "I brought the water here!"
Mrs. Han smiled happily, walked forward and wiped the sweat on his face with her sleeves: "Jin'er, are you tired?"
"I'm not tired!" Xiao Hanjin chuckled, picked up the rag, and wiped the floor briskly and dexterously. This work was not bad at all.
Mrs. Han shook her head, took a long breath and exhaled. She was already exhausted and overwhelmed. But she had no choice but to continue working. Looking at her son's skilled work, she always felt sour in her heart.
At this time, a group of boys suddenly broke in, led by the eldest young master of the Liu family.
"Hey! We're thirsty, bring us some water!" Master Liu ordered arrogantly and sat down on the chair again.
Mrs. Han said yes again and again, and respectfully went to bring tea and water. She was too humble, so humble that she never even had the slightest thought of resistance, so she had to take a small step, bend down and hand it over: "Master, please use..."