Reading | Warm "parentheses"

Passing through the living room, pushing the bedroom, and seeing the parents who stayed at home at home were taking a nap. The two were lying side by side with the clothes and noodles. The father was lying on the left side, the mother was lying on the right side, the back of the bow was flexed and knee was slightly curved, one left and right, like a "bracket". This is a flash of thoughts from the door to look at the second old old at the door.

I looked at it for a while. The father is on the left, and the mother is on the right, really like "brackets". However, the three brothers and the lively time of our brothers have been drawn from the middle of the "parentheses", and they are filled with a TV remote control, a opera screenplay, and supports the void and old days between the "brackets". Essence

For a while, my heart was sad. In the impression, my father was not so young, and his mother was not so curved. From one day, they became what they are now, and I can't remember. But in the face of this less round "bracket", I was full of happiness. When people are middle -aged, there are still two old people who keep their old homes and stay in the village as a child; I shout "Daddy and Mother" with a slightly vicissitudes of vicissitudes, and I can get a real response. I feel that I can still be in the middle of the "bracket" Live happily.

My mother said that when I was a kid, I just loved lying in the middle of them as soon as I went up. When the little head turned to see his father, he turned to see his mother again; the moment his face was at the face, he blew up with each other. I said "smelly", the two of them said "fragrant", looked at each other with a smile, and smiled so happily. Lying flat, my father will tell me one by one on the pictures on the newspaper on the roof, and read those big titles; the mother is not literate, while our grandfather is full of interest, quietly goes down, and give me me, give me me, and give me me. Steam two eggs.

The smell of sesame oil made me can't hear it anymore. I turned over and lay down, and I crossed the small bowl on the edge of the cricket. ; Send it to the lied mother's mouth, and the mother said "I don't like to eat." The two of them surrounded me left and right, and saw that I scraped the small bowl cleanly. Full, I turned over and lay down again, holding my father's hand, mother's hand, and my little hand, stroking my round belly. I didn't think about it, it was so itchy that I laughed, and almost sprayed the egg custard I just got my belly.

Slowly, my eyelids began to fight, and my interest was gradually gone. In my parents' slap, a little quiet. I only heard my father said gently, "The child runs for a day, tired!" The mother said, "Don't talk, let him sleep!" Then, he couldn't hear anything. I woke up in the morning and I was outside the "bracket". My mother said with a smile, "Your soaking of urine runs away!" In fact, I slept too much, and the urine was urinating. My mother hugged me and switched the position. She slept in a wet place. Later, my mother said this, I blushed ashamed, and felt that her mother was bitter, but she said, "What is this, this is the same as the mother in the world."

I am an old -fashioned at home. Presumably the two brothers grew up in this "parentheses", and have enjoyed the "humid and dry" love? Whenever the New Year, the two brothers came back from the city, and the family finally gathered. We drilled into the quilt and lying side by side in the middle of the cymbal. After asking a few words, my parents stopped asking, and let our brothers talk about it.

The elder brother talked about the construction site of Beijing, the second brother talked about the Shanxi Coal Mine, and I talked about the school, the village and the family. At first, parents also said a word and gradually stopped talking. We were in a hurry and turned our heads. Parents were already asleep and snoring. The elder brother said, "Daddy and mother are busy celebrating the New Year, tired, let's sleep!" When we started to toss early in the morning, our parents had already prepared the steaming meals.

The happy life in the middle of "brackets" is the best time in our family. Later, the elder brother and the second brother became a family; I went out to study, work, and put my family in the city; successively pulled away the most nutritious and weighty content in the "brackets" one after another. For decades in the "brackets", he slowly took the time to his parents and became dry and wrinkled. Although a new house was flipped on the old house and old site, there were only them left at home.

I rubbed my eyes, and looked at the parents lying on the bed, and wanted to lie back in the "brackets", let myself return to my childhood, and let my parents return to the youth. But I know that "parentheses" can't be surrounded by me, and it is difficult to surround the family again; but I also know that my, our brothers, and our little families are "pretend" in "brackets". of.

It seemed to have a sense of mind. I was thinking about my heart at the door quietly. My mother suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "Why is it back at noon?" Then, holding the right arm, sitting slowly, moving to the bed, using his hands with his hands After closing the messy white hair, holding his shoes, holding a stick, and walking towards me with a smile. I hurried forward to help, she smiled at me, revealing a tooth bed with no teeth. I was sore in my heart and looked at my father. He also woke up, asked the same question, and followed.

We were sitting on the steps, my father was left, my mother was right, and I was in the middle. The wind in the early summer was blowing on the body, which seemed to be surrounded by "brackets" so warm and comfortable. The green mountains, green trees, and courtyards in front of them seemed to have not changed for decades, but in front of them, we changed.

I said, "I didn't fall asleep at noon, I wanted to go home." My father seemed to see that I had a heart, and said, "If you want to go back, come back. Remember, it is impossible to go all the way, and it will pass." He I do n’t ask, I do n’t say it, I just look at my father left, look at my mother on the right, and then look at Yuanshan, my heart is a little bit beautiful. My mother's ears, there are few words, just smiled and looked at our grandfather to speak.

My father also looked at Yuanshan and talked to me: "Your elder brother's cerebral thrombosis has been for several years, and your heart is not high. You talk to him more; when you were a kid, you are good to you, you can help you help you; The nephew is not very interesting, and I don't know when to become a home. Your second brother is not living in our village, walking east and west, rarely go home, and I don’t know if you have a lot of things now? Don't throw your face to your daughter -in -law ... how long can we live, just good you! "I glanced at" small "my father, and said," Remember. We, you, you must be fine, we all must be good! "Father One nodded: "Okay, all good!" The mother rushed to the chickens with a stick, they suddenly ran away and ran back for a while. The mother never annoyed these chickens, and said cheerfully: "These chickens you raised can soon be able to get eggs. This egg is fragrant!" I got into my mother's ear and said twice: "I want to eat egg custard!" My mother laughed again: "I want to eat myself. When I leave, bring the eggs with all the eggs."

I put the cold skin, pancakes, ham, bean curd, etc. I bought for my parents, cut leeks in the vegetable garden, pulled the green onions, and took a few big steamed buns with a mother, and more than a dozen eggs. My father said, "While we can plant something, you can do something, you often come back more, otherwise ..." I interrupted him: "Otherwise, you can't eat it, right?" The father bowed his head and said, "Yes ! ""

When I walked out of the courtyard, my parents stood up early, bent over the hump, and formed a "bracket" under the eaves, looking at me silently. I waved their hands, and the two of them waved their hands. His father waved his left arm, his mother waved his right arm, and tacitly formed a "bracket". I had a heartache for a while, for fear that the "bracket" was missing on the left or right until it disappeared in my hometown.

I dare not think about it, and I dare not look at it again. I went straight out of the village ...

Text: Zhang Kinggang

Source: Flying Bird's Nest (FNDXW2017)

Editor -in -chief: Zhang Chu

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