That year the college entrance examination, my most memorable, not June downpour, not a serious examination of the atmosphere, nor is it against the cold high fever, runny nose done sad questions, but the father of rice.
Pot of chicken soup, steamed pork, fried melon species or father, for fear the weather hot meals are very light. Dad gave me two days to send entrance to the school lunch, home to the county about an hour.
And I'm afraid I live up to the expectations of the father, disappointing I secretly cried, I did not dare tell his own father fever cold. Dad is the kind of expression of people do not understand, perhaps most Chinese father are like this it will only do very little to say. Then I always thought he was a lack of love of children, have so far think the world owes me some love, because my mother left early. Only now discovered that in fact I was surrounded by love grow up in, but I have been living in their own world, ignoring everything happening around ten years.
Remember when particularly timid, evening urgency dare not go to the toilet, because at that time out of the toilet door, is a real toilet, my grandmother would always accompany me, and then a person sitting in the toilet door of my upper level , star-studded sky had never been seen in June, Dad often said that the brightest, biggest star is jinx, I said no, the North Star, Dad or assertiveness. At the time the night was not very dark, sometimes twinkling fireflies flew overhead, I patiently wait for it to fly low, quiet Mimi catch it and put it on the palm of her grandmother, Bullinger Bullinger , pure light like a child childish eyes seeped out, beautiful and fascinating.
As well as aunts, eleven aunt used to give me when I was young clever cut short hair, nine aunt always come back to live with me as often as my mother. Ten years between life and death, I can get back to the real world. Because here there is a need to take care of my father, my brothers and sisters who need care, as well as those who grew up watching my aunts, they often miss me and asked me when to come back. Earn money always endless, always owe will still finished, I would like you in this world of human well-being, warm your hearts have touched memory, often recalled, tears. Let my hands of a grain hearts light, the return date is not far from the truth ~
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