Appreciation of the beauty of the text | the memory of the father Author: Sun Li recitation Wang Hui

| Sun Li

When his father was sixteen years old, he went to Anguo County (formerly known as Qizhou) as an apprentice, and was introduced by a Shanxi man surnamed Wu in this village. The name of this shop is Yongjichang, and the owner is surnamed Zhang in the northern section of Anguo County.

The shop is in the south of the stone arch in the city. There is a hollow old locust tree in front of the door. The front yard is the cabinet house, and the back yard is the workshop – oil pressing and rolling cotton.

I have been studying in Anguo since I was twelve years old, and I have often eaten and lived here. Every day after the lamp, my father sat on the taishi chair in the cabinet room and watched the apprentices plan to plate. The gentleman in charge of the account read the ledger, people followed, a dozen abacuses sounded at the same time, the sound was very neat and crisp. After a call, the apprentices reported the closing number, and the gentleman wrote down the number and said: Go. People swept the liquidated discs and listened intently.

At this time, my father always sat in a corner away from the lights, silently smoking a dry cigarette.

Later, I heard that my father also stayed up to the seat of Mr. first, read the ledger for more than ten years, and then became a treasurer.

At night, my father slept in the storeroom. It was where the money was put, and I rarely went in, occasionally looking in through the crack in the curtain that had been lifted, and it was very dark inside. My father was in this place, sleeping for more than twenty years, and I slept with the apprentices.

My father left the shop in 1937, after the July 7 Incident, when the soldiers were in chaos, and the owner was replaced by a younger generation, unwilling to engage in this traditional old-fashioned business, and wanted to change to a department store. The father was old-fashioned and disagreed, which was equivalent to being dismissed.

My father was there, working for forty years. Go home once a year, on the fifteenth day of the first month. First on foot, then on a donkey, and then by my uncle in an ox cart. When I was young, I used to ride this bullock cart with my father. Father was very polite, always getting on the bus after leaving the city, passing through every village, always coming down first, greeting people on the street, and people called him Sun Treasurer.

Father is good at writing. At that time, students meant that one was to practice words, and the other was to practice abacus. After three years of apprenticeship, the general writing is very good. Everyone said that my father's handwriting was good, even my mother said so. When he went to Tianjin to do business, he bought some old posters and broken couplets, and took them home to ask me to copy them, and my father also loved calligraphy and paintings, and there were also some collections, all of which were very ordinary works.

After the victory of the War of Resistance, I returned home and saw that my father was very weak. In these years of trouble in Japan, my father and his family fled east and west, and their meals could not keep up. My father was used to eating in the shop, living at home, reluctant to eat some good food, and when he entered old age, his health would not work. Father was pleased to see me back. One night, the family was sitting on the kang gossiping, and I was nagging about how much I had suffered outside and how much I had been frightened. My father suddenly became unhappy and said, "At home, it is not easy!" ”

Back in her room, her wife complained, "You should first say that Daddy hasn't been easy these years!" ”

At that time, the countryside was a reasonable burden, the rich families wanted to buy public bonds, and in the year of famine, my father was unwilling to sell the land, and the land was his life, and he could not sell it from his hands. He first mobilized his family to sell jewelry, clothes, and furniture, and then walked to the old owner's house in Anguo County to ask for a batch of money to support the past. He thought it was reasonable to do so, and described to me in detail his mood and circumstances at that time, and I could only listen in silence.

His father died in May 1947. When the spring sowed, he went to the silk, sweated, and came back with a fever and could not afford to be sick. Uncle Li Zeng went to the river and called me back.

I went to the prefectural committee and invited a doctor, but the medical skills and medicines were not good, and there was no effect.

After my father died, I felt a family burden. My old ideas were very heavy, and I wanted to erect a monument to my father, at least an epitaph. I went to the shop with a comrade who was engaged in fine arts to see the stone materials once, and asked Comrade Chen Zhao to write a very brief inscription. Soon there was land reform, and nothing could be said.

My father was very kind to me and never scolded me. When I went to school in Baoding, my father sent it. He very much hoped that I could become a talent, and although he was a little disappointed later, he only existed in his heart and did not reprimand me in person. While I was teaching, my father said to me:

"If you can pay me a long salary a year, I will be satisfied." I didn't even do that.

His father had always had great respect for the old man surnamed Wu who introduced him to work. The old man later lived a very inferior life, and whenever our family cooked some decent meals, my father always invited him to come and let him sit in the front seat. The old man always said in a Shanxi accent while eating, "I eat too much, I eat too much!" ”

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