love on the other side

I have been looking for a home for the past 20 years, and I long for it like many people long for love.In this home, there are parents, brothers and sisters, and every night, the family will sit down and have dinner together under the gentle light.Brothers and sisters sleep in the same room at night, and they can talk about each other's secrets after lying down, until Dad comes in and urges us to sleep.However, the reality is that I have been wandering, pretending to be happy, creating all kinds of beautiful fairy tales, comforting others and comforting myself.Until five years ago, when I was 17, I met an officer who took me in.

This officer is called Fu Linbo. At a certain point of fate, we seem to have made an appointment to meet on the train to Nanchang.When the train stopped, he was sitting in the carriage reading a newspaper. It was the day when the Wenchuan earthquake occurred. Thousands of innocent lives suddenly became absurd figures. Newspapers all over the country were spreading the aftermath of the disaster pain.When the train window was slapped violently, Officer Fu was immersed in this kind of grief. He suddenly turned his head and saw a teenager in skinny jeans and a brown jacket chasing the train while knocking on the window with his luggage bag .He opened the window, took the boy's luggage without saying a word, then reached out and grabbed the boy's arms and pulled him into the carriage.The boy struggled wildly, like a captured cockroach, desperately trying to get in through the narrow window with the strong arms of the helper.After a lot of tearing, he finally entered the compartment, but the clothes and pants on his body were no longer in shape.

This distraught young man was me five years ago. He planned to go to Nanchang alone to work hard, but he didn't buy a train ticket.I quickly got up from the ground, tidied my clothes, took my luggage from the man in front of me, and nodded my thanks again and again:

"Thank you, sir! Thank you!"

I didn't know how embarrassed I looked at that time, so that this man with a face full of beards looked at me and snickered.

"Thank you!" he said.There was absolutely no intention of asking me to explain in the tone, as if he had had the same experience before.

The people in the car were still trying to squeeze into the car, and a few farmers carrying hemp sacks pushed me hard. I accidentally fell on the officer's body, and he was nimble and firmly grasped. With my shoulders, the migrant workers helped me up after they passed by.

"Thank you, thank you, sir!"

I didn't know what to say other than thank you, I was so embarrassed that if I wasn't wearing pants, my genitals would be completely exposed in front of the officer, even swaying.The thought made me blush and my belly swell.

I looked up out the window, pretending not to care.Even with such an embarrassing appearance, I have to work hard to maintain a good image.The train was starting slowly, and the men and women seeing off on the platform were holding handkerchiefs and desperately wiping away their tears and blowing their noses, as if their eyes had been smothered by onions.What's even more ridiculous is that a woman just said goodbye to her boyfriend who was traveling far away, and immediately winked at the man around her, kept shaking her big breasts, and twisted her buttocks like an electric shock.The man slowly put down the handkerchief in his hand, sniffled vigorously, and reached out to touch her breasts.By this time the train had left them, but I could already imagine what would happen to them half an hour later.

I smiled contemptuously and relaxed.At this time, Mr. Officer took my hand and motioned that I could sit on his suitcase.

Thinking about the long distance, I sat down obediently.

Trains are a special place where people no longer keep distance.One by one back to back, hip to hip, chest to chest, some still facing each other, but they didn't feel embarrassed at all.Some people like to be silent and dumb, some eat like pigs, and others like to be teased.And I am the one who carefully looks at every face and then giggles alone.

After a while, I took out the sketchbook from my bag and drew.Mr. Officer took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with me.

"Have you ever learned to draw before?" He asked naturally.

"No, I'm just interested, just draw occasionally." At this time, the child in the arms of the aunt opposite appeared on my drawing paper bit by bit.

"Then you are really good at drawing. My son also likes to draw. He is about the same age as you..."

He looked like he was in his 30s and I didn't realize he already had kids and he was about my age.As soon as his son was mentioned, he began to talk eloquently.It can be seen that this father loves his children very much.I also learned from him that besides a son who is about the same age as me, he also has an older son and two younger daughters.He works in the Northeast Army, and his family is in Nanchang. He went back this time to settle the studies of his four children.

The sunlight outside the window shone softly on him, and I saw the image of a loving father on his face, which became clearer and more real.I was deeply moved, and began to observe his sticky lips, calm eyes, and occasional white teeth when he spoke. His smile was kind and charming.I wish I had a father who loved me as much as his child.

"You are young, why did you go to Nanchang alone?" He asked suddenly.

He turned the subject on me so suddenly that I panicked.I faltered and replied:

"I, I have no choice..."

The officer was a little surprised, but his eyes showed pity.

"Life is what it is, you have to work hard to live."

I nodded, like a child following his father's instruction.

It was getting dark and the lights on the train were dimmed.The conductor disappeared quietly after selling the last plate of fruit.I leaned on the shoulder of the officer, squinted my eyes, and soon fell asleep.It was a wonderful night, the first time I experienced such a real feeling of fatherly love. Like a baby, I licked my little mouth and hugged my father's shoulders tightly. I slept very safely and peacefully.When I woke up, I found myself lying on my father's lap. The officer put one hand on my forehead, as if he had stroked my hair when I was asleep, and leaned against the window with his other hand resting on his cheek ,He fell asleep.

I took a deep breath, what a familiar father's smell!This smell seems to have existed in the depths of my memory, and it was all evoked at this time, exuding a rich fragrance.I raised my eyes and saw the officer's chin covered with hair roots, two strangely shaped nostrils, lightly closed eyes and slightly upturned eyelashes. The morning sun made all of this seem like a dream.

I felt another swell below me, so I quietly got up, stepped over the people leaning east and west carefully, and entered the bathroom.