After a really bad day（二）

The mother looked up, but did not ever see me smile, she uttered a word actually sandwiched two loud sigh: flat, you will write a book ... ... If the future
I am happy to be wiped off the mother's sigh, but I did not take it incumbent on, because I do not know the future he or she will write a book.
In fact, I do not know, I do not know my mother every day, begging to be run out! I do not know a thing happened the day before yesterday, Tianjin prisons several prison guards, saying that my father escaped ran and asked my mother hiding him up there?
My mother ignorant: I ... ... I have more than ten years he divorced to marry the husband had two sons are born, and he might let me shelter ex it? How do you not think twice about it?
Several police officers, of course a good thought. But they matter to the header and from Tianjin to run around two miles to the Loop, not so scribbled on the back. So they live in the home village of the western end of Lao Zheng, a 24-hour surveillance vegetable cellar where her mother is delivering meals to the water to steal. Mother said she was particularly flustered, do not know where to go genius.
It was my mother in talking about the one coming out of thin air it exists. And my eyes are vaguely that piece appeared in a gray gown, and then appeared with her black underwear. But the gray gown and black clothes are separated in the smoke on the other side, the impression especially fuzzy, fuzzy to my home with her mother disappeared.
New eyes suddenly there was a large wicker monkey, monkey inside those yellow and white, half the flour bread wholeness of the moment they are most clearly is the most realistic impression!
China and China-year-old younger brother and said proudly: Sister, these are our bread with her mother to discuss it!
"Discussion ... ... come!" Unprepared, I heard this case, suddenly hurt by the bread, they stamp their feet against my crying: I do not with dry food, and I do not go to school!
Mother was calm: Do not always so flat line does not cry, what is the use? You listen to me ah, the locals seem very rude, in fact, their hearts are good. No matter went to someone at least gave me a bowl of flour, and not to mention the words hurt face. Every day we can eat flour, this is not lucky you!
Mother said these words, the eyes one by one, swept five of us face, and she did not want our pity for her.
Dadi Fanfan in the first grade, he interrupted: Sister you know? One day Mom came home furious, and she fell to the ditch, to discuss the past half-bags are soaked into the flour. Mom sat on the end of the canal does not stand up and say you can just lie down and die, they do not then when the beggar! Angry father, the father said, after China and China and I have a person with her mother to go.
I was fourteen years old, so I know my father was not angry, worried.
The air in the house even more boring. Mom scolded Fanfan: not to do homework? Write so slowly, I really worry about you at cost of kerosene!
Family in food for the mouth and kept on the run, including my brother, nine and six. They run around with her mother, but all have to change course, from village to village, from village to the county, one by one village to beg. The longest time a day from more than forty miles. Because of the need to avoid duplication, and then people went to the door will be unpleasant.
And I, I was sitting in school, good weather, sit back and enjoy, eating Zhaoqian Sun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang buns.
To winter. It was a Tuesday morning, and I was on a math lesson, the classroom door suddenly opened, with the father's face appeared from under the door, "bang" sound, his hand on the vinegar bottle in the corner broke to pieces against , suddenly, in a room full of sour smell to drift, teachers and students were all stunned. I hurriedly said: "Teacher, I leave ... ..." to head down and ran out.
Dad and I in the rural supply and marketing of cement steps outside to sit down. Dad said: flat ah, someone to introduce you to object, and Sunday to go back and let people discuss ... ... more food aid to the we, or a spring had to beg your mother ... ... she is too poor.
I found my father talking to me when the eyes of his mouth a lot of frustration and wrong, it makes me realize more and more harmonious relationship between us should be in the header of the time --- and the rush of a conversation that the small beads, Then I found my father's eyes does not matter how "cold", since then the harmony. Now I go home once a week, he was not out to get me out --- it is not looking for a solid, not me, not stubble was.
If Dad does not seem coherent and it makes me pondering for a moment. And when I finally put "object" and "food" that the two words together to figure out after wearing, immediately burst into tears.
Dad went on to say, then I flatly did not hear, but his mouth open Wawa De crying. Cry straight look around a lot of passers-by what happened here. The onlookers were imposed on the father challenged the eye. Dad panic, a pull up for me: flat do not cry, this is something we never speak anymore, okay? You quickly go to class, and I have to go home.