Rebirth Night Talk

On Sunday morning, Zhao Xuejun was making briquettes in the yard. There is no briquette factory in the city to supply briquettes. Many people use the coal slime to be poured into square molds, and after drying, they burn instead of coal.

It was originally said that this briquette was made by his father Zhao Jianguo when he got up in the morning, but the work unit called someone away temporarily.

After Zhao Xuejun got up, he took a briquette grinder in the yard, pretending to be having fun.To make briquettes, use a small coal shovel to smooth the surface, and then use a fire hook to carve various patterns on the surface of the briquettes.After Zhao Xuewen got up, he watched his younger brother play for a while, so he became greedy. Zhao Xuejun showed a very unwilling look but refused to let him go. Draw briquettes.Later, Xu Butang, a neighbor's child, came over and wanted to paint.Of course the Zhao brothers, who finally begged for rights, were unwilling, so Xu Butang went home and brought an enamel jar of fried corn with maltose in exchange.

Since then, Zhao Xuejun ate fried corn with sugar and his father's tea foam, and began to dodge while reading "The Barefoot Doctor", which is the only adult book in the family other than Mao Zedong's quotations.Occasionally, he would raise his head and ask with pleading: "Brother, let me play for a while?" The other side was naturally unwilling, and ignored him, so he could only continue to eat jelly beans with a sigh drink tea.

Later, the briquette-making team got bigger and bigger, and Zhao Xuejun felt that his father didn't have to do this kind of work this summer.When he was happy, he rewarded his second brother with a few corn kernels. Zhao Xuebing raised his head and told his younger brother to feed the corn, and then turned his head to give instructions to the later friends, looking like a villain.

"Line up, line up, each person can only make five yuan, and no jumping in line is allowed... What is this? My family has honey candies, okay, then you can make six yuan..."

Around noon, Zhao Jianguo returned home from his work unit with a flushed face of excitement and excitement. He was surprised to see the yard and the briquettes lined up at the entrance of the backyard all the way to the street. His two eldest sons, Sitting at the side of the small square table in front of the house to share the spoils, glass balls, paper ingots, a half broken glass paperweight, faded five-pointed star, comic books... (Note)

Seeing that their father had returned, they hurriedly found a cardboard box to put the trophies in, and stood honestly at the base of the wall, ready to be beaten three times a day according to the number of meals.

Zhao Jianguo didn't move. He even sat down at the small table and asked them, "What did you do?"

Zhao Xuewen nodded. He was afraid of his father's belt and his dignity, because he was the biggest and he was beaten the most in the family.Anyway, if you are going to be beaten, it is better to admit it early and get away early.

Zhao Jianguo's eyes showed a touch of emotion that this man seldom had. He touched his pocket and took out two dollars. One of his sons sent a piece of money. He stroked their heads and said in a softer tone, "It's getting older, it's sensible." , Dad is very happy."

The brothers trembled when they took the money from their father.Dad never gave them a dollar. Zhao Jianguo's father was a bricklayer in the countryside, and his family planted several acres of Susukida.Mothers and fathers raised their sons and daughters, and then sent them out through national liberation.

The grandfather who repaired houses for people everywhere finally saw the world. He said: It doesn't matter if the whole family starves to death, the children have to study.

He insisted on asking his three sons to study and see the world.However, the root of three generations of poverty is an indelible imprint deep in Zhao Jianguo's heart. He always lives very frugally and carefully, and never gives his children extra money. To be warm is to be blessed.Occasionally he scolded the children, and it was justified: When I was in school, you old man, I walked [-] miles barefoot every day, and I had no food at noon, so I could only be hungry. You see how well you live.

When Zhao Jianguo said that, there was a hint of jealousy in his words. He felt that his three sons were raised in a honey pot.He and Juzi had a child named Zhao Xuewu before Zhao Xuewen. Unfortunately, they were both young at that time and didn't know how to raise children. A small cold dragged away that young life. Zhao Jianguo always felt that his life I am wronged, I am really wronged, if it is not for the backstage, no one will pull him up, Orange will not live alone in the small house in the army station, sending away the eldest son alone and helpless.Even so, he has never regretted it, because people of this era, as long as they make a little screw for this country and this nation, they will not regret it.

After demobilization, the times have progressed, and rights and money have slowly become issues for this ordinary family.Sometimes Zhao Jianguo was at a loss, at a loss for his three sons, at a loss for his job that he was supposed to do in a down-to-earth manner.Looking at the ups and downs of those who have the means, how many years has he been, he is still a small deputy department-level cadre.He always remembered what his old father said when he sent him to be a soldier with his bedroll on his back: Jianguo, you study best, and you are the most promising child in our family. The old Zhao family depends on you.

Zhao Jianguo worked very hard and has been working hard.It's a pity that until now, people in their 30s can't find an opportunity to take responsibility and contribute to this beloved country, beloved job, and beloved family.

Today, early in the morning, the old leader called him, saying that after he left office, he recommended Zhao Jianguo to take over the position of director of the government office. Of course, the attitude of the leaders above and the comrades below are very good. None of the people stopped Zhao Jianguo's progress.Three years ago, Zhao Jianguo would never have dared to think about this matter.

Zhao Jianguo made a deep self-criticism and sat in the yard thinking seriously.It seems that this year, life at home has quietly changed, and this change comes from the movie tickets his wife often gives him.At first, the son's teacher promoted his son to be a three-good student and deputy monitor, and they went to the school to hold a parent-teacher meeting.Teacher Qiao expressed his thanks again and again, saying that it was really embarrassing to take the movie tickets at home every week.

After returning home, Gao Juzi was very happy and felt that she had made a great contribution to her son's future.So she often asked for movie tickets to give favors to her neighbors. Sometimes when there were too many tickets, Zhao Jianguo took them to the unit to share with colleagues in the office. Zhao Jianguo's popularity suddenly improved after coming and going.Young people call him brother Zhao, and old people call him Xiao Zhao with a smile.Last year, the old director's son jumped into the queue and came back to work. When Gao Juzi delivered tickets to the old leader, he saw that his son was still single, so he actively helped his son find a partner.There are still a lot of outstanding young women on the trade union side. They come and go, and both parties are very satisfied. Zhao Jianguo still remembers that he and his wife had a matchmaker meal at the director's house.When he was leaving, the old director gave him a handful of bananas from the south that he had never seen before.

These are small things, really, human relationship, helping each other should be.The ancestors of the old Zhao family have been down-to-earth people for generations, and helping others is what should be done. Zhao Jianguo never thought of asking for anything in return.However, in just one year, his life took a miraculous turn. Zhao Jianguo got up, and when he got up, he was terrified, feeling that he had done something very bad.

Zhao Xuewen and Zhao Xuebing were moved after taking the one dollar from their father. Although the original purpose of making briquettes was just for fun, they were really happy to play.However, Dad said that they are sensible and know how to help adults.And gave them such a large sum of money.Now they can't wait to die, and their hearts are sore when they are happy. Zhao Xuewen thought for a while, then returned home, picked up the bucket, found out the pole, and went to help his father carry water.As for Zhao Xuebing, he took out a rag and began to wipe every piece of glass in the house seriously.

Zhao Jianguo entered the room and looked at his youngest son who was lying on the table, drawing red with a brush stroke by stroke very seriously. He sat and watched in a good mood. After watching for a while, he stretched out his hand and lifted his son's arm The little hand began to teach him.

Zhao Xuejun looked up at his father, his eyes crooked into a crescent smile: "Dad, you are back."

Zhao Jianguo nodded, rubbing his chin against the top of his son's soft head: "Look at what I'm doing, read the words."

Zhao Xuejun smiled and continued to write: insist that the green hills will not relax, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks.Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south.

Over and over, over and over again... The father and son held hands like this, and I don't know how many times they wrote it.Thoughts are the same.

This is home, this is my father.

This is home and this is my son.

What can I do to help him.

No matter how much suffering he suffers, I will give him the best life possible.No matter how the world changes.

I want the best for my boys.

I want to make my father feel the greatest happiness.

They wrote for a while, Gao Juzi walked into the room, clicked his tongue, and said with a smile: "Hey, the sun is out in the west today, Zhao Jianguo has done so much work, our two sons are also sensible, and we know how to help Work at home."

Zhao Xuebing jumped down from the window sill with a look of embarrassment, walked up to his mother, showing a little shyness, took his mother's broken leather bag and said, "Mom, you are off work."

"Well, my Xuebing is really sensible and knows how to clean the windows for mother." Gao Juzi put his arms around his son and gave him a big kiss.

Zhao Xuebing was excited for a while, wishing to repair all the houses at home.He put away his mother's purse, picked up the thermos and poured a glass of water for her, and held it to her with both hands.

Therefore, Gao Juzi couldn't accept it any longer. She walked up to Zhao Jianguo, looked him up and down for a while, then stretched out her hand and grabbed his ear: "Did you hit my son?"

Zhao Jianguo opened his wife's hand: "What are you talking about, don't touch me."

The children looked like they were enjoying the show, watching the couple standing there whispering, and then, Gao Juzi covered his mouth, tears streaming down uncontrollably: "Really?! Did you lie to me? Zhao Jianguo, how dare you Lie to me, you are a turtle bastard!"

"Why am I lying to you? The old director just finished talking with me. Don't swear in front of the children, they will learn." Zhao Jianguo was a little anxious.

Gao Juzi seldom cries. No matter how hard the day is, this woman will always take care of the family affairs neatly. She has never thought that her husband will have a great future. This woman is wise. She knows her husband too well to know how many bowls of rice he can eat.Such a big man always maintains a tough guy appearance on the surface, but during the holidays, he is too timid to cross the threshold of leadership.

He always does the most work in the office, he writes materials every night until the last, he can't confess himself, and even sees slightly older leaders avoiding him.He is not good at communication, let alone management, family, and neighborly relations are in a mess, let alone express himself in front of leaders.He always felt that in this world, as long as blood is hot, as long as it is gold, it will surely shine.It's a pity that because of being too dull, this piece of gold is ignored. This piece of gold sees people reaching middle age and doing nothing.Seeing that the edges and corners are about to be smoothed by life, turning into a rolling circle.

No one knows her husband better than Gao Juzi. She adores him. Back then, when she was pregnant with her baby and stood on a high slope, watching her husband lead the army, she deeply admired and even loved him.Husband, her Gao Juzi's husband is a big man who is indomitable, a real man.How pitiful and helpless he is!Finally, it's time to wait.Gao Juzi never thought that it was because of her own reasons that she brought her husband the current promotion.

Even if he realized it, Gao Juzi would never say it.

After she was happy, Gao Juzi wiped away her tears, looked at her husband with some worry and said, "That's the office director, welcome and see you off, from big to small, can you receive and make arrangements?"

Zhao Jianguo was a little unconvinced, and twisted his neck and said some hard words. After seeing his wife go to the kitchen, he became a little worried for himself.

Zhao Xuejun slowly put down the brush, looked at the big characters he wrote, thought for a while, then turned to his father and said, "Dad, the teacher wants us to write essays, can you accompany me to the museum this afternoon?"

Gao Juzi walked out slowly with a green onion, picked it up and asked, "Museum, is there a museum in our city?"

"Of course, the teacher said yes?!" Zhao Xuejun said.

"Then let's go with the whole family, let's go and relax." Gao Juzi glanced at her husband, and then suggested with a hint of joy in her tone.

Zhao Jianguo nodded, looked at the green onion in his wife's hand, and carefully suggested: "Otherwise, let's go to the North Street Restaurant and take the children to have a good meal. We haven't brought the children yet. I've been to a restaurant."

Zhao Xuewen, who came back with water, threw off the pole and came to his father almost running: "Really, Dad, really? Are we going to a restaurant for dinner?"

Zhao Xuebing threw away the rag and jumped around the room happily: "Oh! Oh! We are going to the restaurant! We are going to the restaurant! We are going to the restaurant to eat!"

Standing aside and watching Zhao Xuejun, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart. In his memory, in his childhood memory, they never had the memory of going out for dinner as a family.He walked up to his father, grabbed his father's hand, leaned on him, and looked up at him, Dad, his father was so tall, and his spine was so straight once.