I also call that shepherd my father.

It can be seen that the snow began to fall, and the snow on the roof had not had time to form "ice glass"; Covered with sunshine, there are still some eyes shaking on the snow; The snow-removing machine roared and labored in the thick soil layer, and the people in the same trade were breathing hot air-I want to find a safe path to hug my relatives who came back from afar anyway.

This kind of intense enthusiasm is very much like the smoke curling up in the chimney when the stove is erected, the pots and pans filled with birds, animals, shrimps, crabs and fish eggs on the table, the hot old wine that was enthusiastically swallowed, and the man who has been unsmiling but kept his mouth shut at the moment.

There is an obvious scar on his face, which was left by smallpox when he was a child.

Parents who don't know how to feed scientifically and don't pay attention to family education are a great debt to you. It's not that parents were so numb and vicious, but that the barren cycle injected too much weakness into them.

At that time, smallpox was a fatal disease. When he was very ill and dying, his mother threw him with his baby in the chicken coop in the yard. The next day he was frozen stiff, so it was convenient to throw him away.

It happened that when my father got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, he heard crying. He didn't give up this day and night, this world, this world has never been inhuman, and he has never abandoned him like a pig.

He wrote a good hand, and he never had a chance to set foot in school after he was sixteen. He turned a corner and walked towards the coal factory in the town.

The factory is more than ten miles away from home, and the tin car will park the "black gold" pulled back from the unknown world here. The unloading people are so dark that they can only see their eyes. After unloading the goods, they will calculate the work score according to the method of "estimating piles" to save the advanced of a family and ensure the livelihood of a family.

Because age and height are the youngest, physical strength often can't keep up. He was twice pulled out of the dumped coal pile by his workmates. The winding tracks are the coordinates and navigation for him to go home. On his way home, he was knocked down by the open door of a roaring train and unloaded the goods on the ice beside the railway. Ji Ling woke up, gritted his teeth and connected his dislocated arm, and continued to walk in the direction where the light was on.

According to his actual situation at that time, no woman wanted to be with him-a pockmarked face, a pair of dead eyes, empty hands and three meals.

It happened that a woman came into his life when he was poor. In a woman's words, she has no other expectations of him, as long as she is good to her.

He did it. For decades, he didn't get his hands on any habits she didn't like and took care of her as always.

2.

The fortune teller said that he was doomed to have no son.

He doesn't believe this. He thinks that a fool is drunk and farts everywhere. Come on, a fortune teller said that no woman was destined to live with me. This is not a very practical life for me.

He and his wife have four children. Yes, I did.

There are only two survivors, one is my present wife and the other is my sister-in-law who is six years younger than her. Just no son.

With a family, he broke away from the lifestyle with his parents, brothers and sisters and started an independent family life. For a long time, he did everything-pouring western medicine, collecting and selling animal fur, working in a starch factory, and teaching himself to drive a forklift as a forklift worker. ...

In this world, there has never been an iron law for good people to get what they deserve. This statement is just wishful thinking-every business can kill him.

The first child my father-in-law lost was a daughter. At that time, my wife was six years old and my little sister was three years old. It is said that she is more watery, clever and clever than my wife and sister-in-law. With her, both husband and wife feel that having a son is not so lacking.

My father-in-law was filling western medicine at that time. There are boxed capsules, boards with particles, and the particles are covered with colorful icing, which is very colorful, just like a child's childhood dream.

At that time, all the adults in the family were busy, and only my sister took my sister and two people in the front house and backyard to play around. In order to prevent children from touching drugs they shouldn't, my father-in-law specially found a house in the backyard as a warehouse and locked the door carefully.

It seems that you can't escape what should be in life. Just one minute is enough to exhaust all your goodwill to the world.

I wonder where these two children got the key to the back room. They spilled the medicine in the box in the back room and stuffed the sugar-coated granules into their mouths. My sister ate a box, and my sister was greedy. She swallowed all three boxes. When my sister left, her sleeping mouth smiled as sweet as sugar-coated, foaming at the mouth, and her lips were coated with sugar-coated, like a little princess who secretly put on her mother's lipstick and an elf who escaped from the world.

That kind of sadness, for a tough guy, is like a child who spits hard to put out the fire, like a beggar who grabs the corners of his clothes, gropes all over his pockets and tries to help the world. He was flustered, embarrassed and meaningless.

That day, he burned all the medicine in the back room. What he burned was his savings for many years, and what he burned was his guilt for a child. Although he was very angry, he shouted to his naughty sister, Why don't you die for a good man? Although others talked to him, he seemed so calm.

The second child he lost is said to be a son.

At that time, he was planning to do a small business of collecting and selling long animal fur. It was said that it was business, and then it suddenly dawned on me that the other party was actually "fishing"-first, a group of people dressed as businessmen bought in the countryside, ate and lived in their homes, and then traded in their homes, and then offered them commissions. Later, he collected it directly, and then this group of "businessmen" would come to the door to collect it every once in a while. When the time is ripe, tell him that there will be a shortage of large quantities of goods this year, and let him collect the goods with money first and then collect them specially. He didn't think too much, maybe, and hoped that his wife who was about to give birth would have a good life. So I borrowed money and collected a lot of furs to be picked up by others. Later, people came to the door and took all the goods, but only paid one-third of the money, saying that there was not enough cash, so they could put their ID cards and passbooks with him first.

When his wife is about to give birth, she can't wait for the "businessman" who still owes him a "huge sum". He searched door to door according to the address provided, searched all over the county seat, and couldn't find the man on the ID card.

My wife was left unattended and gave birth to herself with scissors on the kang. On the sixth day after the baby was born, she lost her breath and could not give birth again because of physical infection.

3.

This man, even at this time, finally doesn't believe in fate.

When I first met him, I was quite afraid of his expressionless face.

But after two drinks, we had a long talk in Kan Kan. At first, we called me by my full name, then called me "son-in-law", and then when driving me around in the snow, we would directly tell others that this is my son.

He took me to eat roast whole sheep, see the snow-capped mountains, attend his old friend's party, sing karaoke with the CD in the DVD player, and meet all my friends and relatives.

His starch factory is a private enterprise. At first, he worked as a production worker in the factory, but because he taught himself a forklift, he became a forklift. During a shift change, a workmate was hit by a forklift because he was drunk driving. When he recovered his ribs from the hospital and prepared to rework them, the factory was filing for bankruptcy and was on the verge of bankruptcy.

After careful reflection and positioning, like a soldier with clockwork, he began to use the factory building with locked doors to start the breeding of "small-tailed Han sheep", from a dozen lambs at the beginning to more than 0/00 adult sheep at present.

In this almost decapitated life track, he has no intention of giving in, wandering around, always tossing and turning with all his strength. As for the reason, he told me that he was sincere after drinking. He said that he knew that I owed a lot of mortgages now and wanted to give me another one before I could do it. Speaking of sons, dad is poor now, but there will be. I hope you're not too few. ...

After drinking this wine, Weng Xu and I both cried bitterly. I told him that I care about your pension and don't need you to spend money. He told me that unless you earn 1 million dollars a year, you are hitting your father in the face ... and then you blew your nose and said, Fuck you, it's fucking ugly for your father and me to drink this wine!

Therefore, there is nothing between two men, especially between me and my opponent, who planted his carefully cultivated cabbage. If there is, just two meals.

4.

The return train ticket is at noon on the second day of New Year's Day. After lunch on New Year's Day, I said I wanted to go to the factory with him to help him feed the sheep. At first he said he wouldn't let me go. Later, he seemed to think that I should see the strength of his "response" and invite me to go with him.

The snow on both sides of the road is still thick and seems to have frozen. I was wrapped like a zongzi and sat in the back seat of a tricycle with him. He is also wearing pants and camouflage shoes that I wore during military training in college. He said this kind of clothes is the most exciting to wear and work.

The empty factory building is more than 8,000 square meters, with a small piece of corn stalk he bought from a thick snowdrift, and some moldy corn kernels, next to his own modified mill. According to the instructions, I quickly pushed up the cart and operated the machine to powder the corn. After more than an hour, I started sweating and steaming.

Opening the sheep's fence, he went straight to a lamb just half a month old. The lamb's neck was broken when its mother gave birth to it, and it never lifted its head, let alone pestering its mother for milk. Every time before feeding, he would find a lamb, make milk powder, lift its neck and pour it into its mouth with a bottle, and kept saying, alas, this little thing is so fucking poor!

I asked him if the lamb's neck could recover when it grew up. If there was light in his eyes, he sighed and told me that he had a hard time this winter. I originally wanted to ask, why feed the baby in a healthy way when I know that I may not be able to save the lamb? Words to the mouth, and pharynx back.

The afterglow of the sunset in the evening came in through the exhaust window of the factory building and shone on him. Sometimes he bent down to add water to the trough, and sometimes he looked at the sheep around him. He stood there, Wu, who was relegated to the frontier, guarding a middle-aged man's compassion for life and grazing a kind father's expectations for life.

5.

Thank you for your almost stupid kindness, my old man Taishan; I respect your perseverance, my "shepherd" father.