Night Listen: Wish

Author:Karakon Guardian Time:2022.07.30

wish

Author | Zou Wenchuan

That day, my father and I went to the county seat, and there was light rain under the sky. The vicissitudes of his father were reflected intermittently on the windows with raindrops with the shaking of the bus. With the opportunity to work in the county, I want to ask my father to "get off the restaurant" to buy him a bottle of wine, order a good table, and eat it.

His father was in his 50s this year, and his son asked him to "get off the restaurant" for the first time. This is a heart that has accumulated for many years.

In the summer of my year, my father went to the city and went to the school at my boarding school to see me. At noon, our father and son were ready to find a place for lunch. Near the school, there is just a restaurant selling steamed dumplings, but from the environment inside, consumption should not be cheap. We stood at the door of the restaurant for a while, and we left with unwillingness.

That day, in another restaurant, my father left after paying me a meal for me. Before leaving, he touched my head gently, saying that he was not hungry, and had something to be busy and not eaten together.

That day, I looked at my father's back, and my eyes couldn't help wet. In those years, my mother was in bad health. My sister and I were going to school in the field, and my family supported her father alone. He is usually accustomed to it, and it is also accustomed to it. Obviously, it was a morning, but when he arrived at the meal, he said that he was not hungry. This was the decentness he left in front of me.

But I was still young at that time, and I didn't know what I could do for him. The wish for his father "down the restaurant" should be from that time. Later, I brought this wish from the campus to the barracks, and later brought the plateau with an altitude of more than 5,100 meters.

Today, after many years, I finally waited for this opportunity. That day, I looked around, hoping to find a restaurant comparable to the steamed dumplings that year. His father seemed to be aware of what, and he began to urge me to say that he could eat where he was. When we walked to the door of a very inconspicuous fast food restaurant, his father would never move his feet again.

"It's good here, it's definitely cheap, you go to work quickly after eating." The father said, walking in.

I know that my father was reluctant to spend my salary. Thinking of this, I was sour in my heart. I tried to take a look at my father, but I still couldn't beat him. That day, meals added one or two wines, and I paid a total of 10 yuan for him. After eating, he urged me to do his own business again.

I had to leave first. When I walked to the door, I looked back at my father sitting in the corner. He looked a lot older, and he was so powerful that he was bent his body by years. My eyes are humid again.

From the fast food restaurant, I walked on the street and Ren Xiaoyu fell on his body. Thinking of the older father, thinking of the hot summer day ago, I thought of my father's "down the museum" for the first time ... I suddenly felt that I owed my father, and it seemed to never be clear. Essence

My father often educates me to make progress positively. Being a good soldier may also be a way for filial piety. So, on the streets of my hometown that day, I secretly remembered "let my father receive my meritorious news" secretly in my heart.

(The original article was published on July 17th, the PLA Daily)

Introduction to this issue

Yang Qinyi

He has been serving in a red military division in the Xinjiang Military Region and is currently studying at Broadcasting and Hosting Art of Broadcasting and Hosting at Huadong Normal University. I would like to pass the sound of the voices to pass the little bit of goodness in military life.

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