Memory of father（一）

I was four when her mother married.
Prior to my mother and I had moved out of the yellow garden, staying in a hutong house with distant relatives. In this room, a scene not easy to forget that rattled restless sound that woke me, I saw my mother waving a hammer in the buttonhole to the belt hit. Like a snake around her plate piled a lot of hills like a lot of yellow brown belt. That time I was too small, do not understand what these things hit, but do not know how much hit one night can just see her drop it, do not stop to drop.
One night I was awakened by her, I think that scene will be horrified. In a yellow light, I saw my mother desperately waving his arm like crazy, that frequency too fast, I could not see her drop the hammer is not in the belt, and her hair a mess can not be then chaos is never over look. I was too nervous to cry, crying several times, she had a rude awakening like to stop, and then staring at me.
Mother is a relatively affluent background, but also in her grandfather's claim also read the next one and a half private school. Thus, rural women's beautiful face coupled with a little pedantic, in the vicinity within ten twenty years and only the. So come to the city of Baoding Qiuqin who are a bit sterile for young people.
Bureau of Investigation in the KMT's father was working, as a relatively promising enough, so my mother flowers to his home.
Mother is eating a cutting wisdom, but then she understood his fate because only then planted into politics, so when she felt alone can not bring me a large, but must be married, I decided to stay away from political field, the election A very ordinary people and family workers husband.
Mother married the second time in the spring of 1954. It was a dark blue car, the windows on both sides are hanging tight to the green silk curtain. I clearly remember my mother and I sat in the back, drive away, the back alley along with a large group of children holding their arms and ran screaming: "flat! Flat!" Has been the car shouted out the alley entrance.
Then, they disappeared in the rear of the dust.
In the first half of a married mother windy days, I followed my father to visit her grandmother to jail. Then I realize, my mother did it in my life on the road to leave a mark, to cut off before and after.
Way to go, Grandma could not help it dry with her hands, such as firewood, the scarf to bind tightly to my neck with a bind tightly and, while walking and told: Do not say you have a new father, and remember to Do not ... ...
Know!
I looked up at the tall walls and barbed wire that far without a few road near a small bell-like things, crisp answer. I was a kid is very smart, but later they increase steadily with age, guilty ignorance.
I believe that the child has experienced ups and downs of a strong memory, This is the day of giving. Half a century Ling Liu years ago, the year-old grandmother, I followed into a large room, the room very dark atmosphere, Azeri lot of very heavy lighting. Grandma found a bench, silently took my hand, sitting there waiting.
And grandmother sitting alone next to an old lady the same dark green hair, I looked around when she asked her grandmother to hear: This is your granddaughter? Grandma said yes. Asked: she remembers her father? Grandma answer: do not remember when she was a year old.