Miniature Novel: The Running Father

Author: Wang Qingwei

One evening, after returning home from work, I found that my father was not at home, so I greeted the snowflakes in the sky and went to Uncle Zhang who repaired shoes at the gate of the community to inquire, and my father did indeed escape in a taxi again, and it was not long ago.

Counting this time, my father has already escaped from my house three times, and the first two times my father did not flee elsewhere, but fled back to the old house in the country, where my father's step-wife and children lived, my step-mother.

This time, I don't have to think that my father also fled back to his hometown.

There is a reason why my father ran away. My father and my wife are both nearly eighty years old, and they have lived together for more than twenty years. Three months ago, my father accidentally fell in the yard and has been living in my house since he was discharged from the hospital.

When my father was about to be discharged from the hospital, I took the opportunity of my father's illness to consult with my stepmother's two sons, saying that I would take my father to my own home to retire and see if they could take my mother back.

What I didn't expect was that when my stepmother's two sons heard this, they immediately turned their faces to me, saying that when my father married their mother, he had to send her to the end of his life, and at this time he wanted them to take his mother back.

I was also very angry at the time, my father and my stepmother came together, it was a matter between their old people, and now the two old people are older, and it is not very convenient for me to take care of my father, but I can no longer provide for my stepmother, right? After all, she had her own children.

The two sons of the stepmother have no intention of taking the mother home, and the second mother's physical condition is not very good, she can barely take care of herself alone, and has lost the ability to take care of others. Therefore, I had to take my father to my own house to take care of him. Then the mother could not return to the sons' home, so she could only stay in her father's old house.

My father fled back to his hometown for the first time, and when I went back to pick him up, I lied to my stepmother and said that I would send him back when my father was well. At that time, the stepmother was both sad and happy, sadly, she said that she was also old and unable to take care of her father; happily, I said that my father recovered from his illness and sent him back to his stepmother.

When she was leaving that day, her stepmother stood hunched over the gate to send her father, and vigorously instructed her father, who was on crutches, to let him recover well and go back early.

The father also instructed her stepmother in turn to take good care of herself and not to be reluctant to eat or drink.

At that time, I looked at the tearful eyes of the two old men when they were separated, and my heart was very uncomfortable. I wondered what it would be like if my stepmother knew I didn't want my father to come back, and her two sons wouldn't let her come home.

The second time my father escaped was last month, when it was already winter, and my father was worried about his stepmother, so he secretly ran back to his hometown.

When I took my father back that time, I wanted to tell my father about my thoughts and the attitude of my stepmother's two sons, but when I saw my father's kind of infatuation with my stepmother, I couldn't bear to open that mouth.

Later, when I returned home, I once implicitly discussed with my father about his retirement with his stepmother in the future, and when I put the reality in front of my father one by one, my father bowed his head and was silent for a long time, and finally threw out a sentence, saying that as long as he could still move, he would not be separated from his stepmother, and when he could not take care of himself, he would be left to fate.

I can see that in fact, my father also understands what I mean, how to say that the stepmother is also a person with children, if she is old and let us feed, it seems that it is a bit unreasonable.

This time, my father ran away in a taxi in the snow, and I knew that he must have been worried about his stepmother and ran away with us on his back. I once told my father sternly that he was not allowed to go anywhere without permission, including back to his stepmother, because of his physical condition, he could fall again at any time.

After listening to Uncle Zhang's description, I immediately stopped a taxi and headed for my hometown. Halfway down, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and by the time I got to the gate of my hometown, the snow had already fallen more than half a foot deep.

I asked the taxi driver to wait at the gate, and a man hummed into the house. When I pushed open the door and saw my stepmother lying motionless on the cold ground, my father kneeling in front of her with tears on his face, shaking his stepmother's shoulders and constantly shouting her name, I suddenly realized what had happened. I gently lifted my stepmother's head and noticed that she still had a faint breath.

That night, in the hospital, my father was always with my stepmother, and no matter how much I tried to persuade him to take a break, he just wouldn't listen.

At midnight, I went to the entrance of the hospital department and once again called my stepmother's two sons, and this time my stepmother's two sons had a very clear attitude, saying that they had discussed it, that her mother had fallen ill while living with my father, and that we were responsible for everything. Although I explained to them that they were not responsible for the hospitalization, they did not promise to come and have a look.

At this time, I remembered the scene when my stepmother and my father came together, her two sons resolutely opposed it, and the situation after which the mother-child relationship was almost severed, and I couldn't help but sigh deeply.

At this moment, I looked up at the moon in the sky, and then looked at the white snow under the moonlight in front of me, and the words of my stepmother's two sons had been coiled around my ears. A cold wind blew in, and I suddenly felt cold in my heart...