Today is my father's birthday, September 29, my father has been dead for sixteen years, looking at his photos, it seems that he is sick or not so long ago.
I remember my father's birthday very clearly, because when my father was alive, he was often unhappy because his birthday and winter clothes were close, and sometimes he saw those memorial supplies, although he didn't say anything, but his face was always not very good-looking.
As long as I think of my father, it is always related to eating, and my father loves to eat and loves to take me to buy all kinds of food.
When I was a child, I followed my father to buy meat, and meat had to be bought by the number, which was really cheap at that time, and it was only 5 dimes a pound with a number.
In addition to meat, I also buy tea leaves, sugar gourds, snacks, biscuits, puffed ice cream...
At that time, we lived on Jiefang Road and loved to go to the Grocery Building and the Liberation Building.
Although the parents' wages were not very high, our family's living standards in the yard at that time could be said to be quite good, and the money was not saved, and they were all eaten.
When I was in elementary school, my father went out to work after retirement, and the food stamps could not be eaten, so my mother exchanged it for eggs to eat, boiled tea eggs, and steamed a large pot of steamed buns, I added tea eggs to steamed buns, ate two at a time, my mother steamed buns, ate ten at a time (that would really be able to eat), and the size also rose.
My friends were very envious of my guy's good food, when they were still eating nests, and sometimes they didn't have enough to eat.
Biscuits, snacks, that time are considered luxury goods, snacks are rarely bought weighed, wrapped, often go to buy is the dim sum slag (all kinds of dim sum sold almost a lot of slag, mixed together is dim sum slag), listen to the name is not good, the taste is very beautiful, that era, originally snacks are not much, my father received a salary to take me to buy dim sum residue and tea powder.
Ice cream is puffed ice cream, 2 corners 5 points a stick, my father and I have one for each person, the cheapest is a popsicle, 5 cents a stick.
When my father came back from work, as soon as the Red Flag 28 bicycle was put down, I rode out to teach myself and practice cycling in the alley, and there were still many tricks.
After school, I often kicked the box with my friends at the door of the yard, jumped on the leather band, played dark and did not come home, my father grabbed my neck, carried me home, looked very severe, in fact, it did not hurt at all.
As an only child, there are no brothers and sisters in the family, I am bored, my father brought me back a kitten that was just born, and also told my mother to make a small quilt for the cat, put it next to my quilt, and accompany me.
As long as I opened my mouth to ask for something to buy, my father never refused and always fulfilled my request.
I always think that men are big grins and very careless, and my father is indeed a very meticulous person, especially responsible.
After I graduated from high school, my father no longer went out to work, so he volunteered to be the head of the unit building, water and electricity, health, heating, door to door, pen records are clear and orderly, handwriting is also quite beautiful, I have been keeping the red flag book used by my father.
My father was strong all his life, and his temper was not very good, I sometimes went back to my mother's house, often heard my mother say that he was angry with others, and later, a Mid-Autumn Festival, because a piece of moon cake caused stomach pain, so I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and I was tortured by the disease for more than half a year and died.
The time when my father was ill was the last thing I wanted to remember, it was very painful, very painful, so painful that I didn't want to remember it at all, although I had recorded the treatment at that time, it was still the scar that hurt me the most, I didn't want to open it, I didn't want to show it, I just wanted to hide it silently in my heart.
Sometimes, I would dream of my father in my dreams, cry and wake up, and wake up thinking it was the real world.