All those years I waited obsessively for the postman

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There was a situation that I could never forget, I lived alone in a room, and I waited for a postman to come. I dreamed, and firmly believed, that there would be a man dressed in green riding a green bicycle who would walk up to my door, shout my name, and then, hand me a letter.

I was worried that when I went out, the postman would not find me, and I made a small mailbox and hung it in front of the door. However, in front of my door, there was never a postman calling my name, and I came back from school and opened the small mailbox with excitement, which was always empty.

I slept depressedly in the north room of that little house.

It was raining outside, and later, it seemed to be snowing again, and the wind, like a monster, screamed one after another.

I lay in bed, missing my grandmother, my aunt, my brothers and sisters, my friends. One of my friends, who cried when we broke up, gave me a beautiful pair of scissors with a big elephant pattern that my dad gave me, and he gave me a comic strip, and when I was idle, I would turn it over. I looked at the ceiling and thought about the way he cut paper with my scissors.

Outside, however, there was only rain and snow and strong winds, and the postman's car bell and the sound of calling my name never rang.

For many years, I often think of this situation. However, I can't remember where the house was. I even doubted that this had ever happened.

I remembered this morning because my neighbor remembered a persistent knock at the door. I suddenly remembered the detail of my mother knocking on the door. So I remembered the house.

Oh, in the South City, in front of the dean's building of the hospital where my mother was. At that time, I often heard the dean criticize people loudly, and I also heard the tearful cries of the previous dean calling for rehabilitation. In front of my house, there was a pile of beans with green leaves. Occasionally, a bird would fly over, pause at my mailbox, and then with a cry it would disappear.

Yes, I was the only one living in that house, waiting for the postman. My father lives in Beishi and my mother travels to the medical circuit in southern Liaoning. My eldest sister and second sister are in Kaiyuan. The third sister is in Liaoyang, the fourth sister is in Liaozhong, and the older brother is in Sujiatun. I'm alone in this house.

I once told my son that I had read Lu Xun's monograph from the age of 13 to 16, and the child was a little unconvinced, and asked, "Why?" I said, "Because I can't wait for the postman." ”

That night, my mother returned home from a medical tour. She knocked on the door halfway through the night and didn't knock it open. I had gone to bed early, and I dreamed that the postman had brought a letter, which I opened and read greedily.

The next morning, my mother knocked on my door. She said she went back to the hospital dorm to sleep. My mother began to tidy up the room for me, she rolled up my mosquito net, and when she picked up the pillow, she found a kitchen knife. My mother was startled and asked me, "What are you doing here?" As I washed my face, I said, "If any bad guy comes, I'll use it..." My mother inhaled a cold breath.

That morning, my mother came to the dean's office, and she never asked the organization, but this time her attitude was very resolute, "I don't go to the medical team, who do you love to find?" In this way, the mother returned to her obstetrics and gynecology department.

Mother was very pleased. At noon that day, she bought several plates of dishes from the cafeteria, put them on the table, and watched me eat. Halfway through my meal, my mother said, "I forgot, your sister and your brother have written to you and mailed you to the hospital." She said, taking the letters out of her bag.

I dropped my chopsticks, took them apart one by one, and spread them flat on the bed to look at them uniformly. It's so strange that they write the same sentence - "Little brother, listen to your mother at home, I miss you!" ”

At this time, the bell of the bicycle sounded in front of the door. It was my father who came from the North Market, and when he came in the door he said, "It's really hot, I've been riding for more than an hour..." Then, taking off my glasses and reading my letters. And, taking a letter out of his pocket, he said, "Your little friend has written from Jilin and mailed it to my school." ”

I took it apart and saw him write, "I'm off for the summer, so I'll see you." "The envelope also contained a bird that he had cut by hand...