As I write this, I was the only one in the home, the whole o clock in the evening, he just got out of the door, is to meet my mother.

Today is the first time this year the rain, the rain is very big, but only for a moment. As early as eight o clock, the night with some wet sad, fill up the whole sky.

At eight o clock, I just came home from school, the family of dark, see the figure of a quiet sitting on the sofa, red light after a week, a wisp of smoke. I dont talk like usual entered my room, and he suddenly back to god asked: "you come back so early?" "Well, its almost eight o clock!" I impatiently answer, he did not answer the words again, smoke up, and quickly went into the kitchen, turned on the light and began to prepare the dinner. I let go of music as usual, lying in bed, euphemistically called: learning tired, rest. I give my mother a call, "quick to eat, when to come back?" "I still have some things, you eat first." Give me repeat it to mothers words to him, he didnt reply. We are in love.

At half past eight, "eat!" He called to his room, I should be a sound, linger for a while to go out, was lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply into the lungs. The middle of the table and have a dish and a bowl of rice, I sat opposite him, a look at the table, picked up the chopsticks, asked him why he only a bowl of rice, "I dont want to eat, you eat." Said as he pushed the food to my side, I want him to eat some rice, also can say not export, rice has been in the farther than food place. At this moment I just suddenly feel he is very abnormal today, depressive mood let its hard for me to taste the food delicious, I ate the food, with rice, in the middle of the thinking mind, soon enough, I put down the chopsticks walked back to the room. "To eat, eat meat." "Dont want to eat, already very full." Then, I heard the voice of his tidying, the sound is very big, he must have bad mood, he suddenly say: "so for two years, study hard, get a book is to make the concentrations of......" He want to say anything, but not the sound...

What I suddenly felt, I guess he must be to go again, tonight is the last meal in the home, mother has not been able to come back for dinner, his sadness mixed with a little complain, right! Must be like this.

Quiet house occasionally intermittent came the voice of nose, despite the pressure is very low, but still interrupted my thoughts, I look at the present problem, mind a blank. I finally sat down and gently out of the room, pretend to go to the toilet, walking past his room secretly took a glance, not turn on the light, a dark, dark figure sitting on the bed, red light after a week, a wisp of smoke...

He left home in recent years has been in a far away land, every spring, winter come back at the feast, for a person in the outside, this year is no exception, just thought it could go so early. Because Im not used to live on campus, so mother rented a house near the school, he can give us a better environment, in order to select the building, which no doubt adds to our poor life. In order to pay off debt, for the sake of a better life, hes going to keep some animal, so after winter, perhaps will not come back...

Thought of here I clearly realized that he left this time, cant help but feel some want to cry, this dont, how long could it be?...

Half past nine, he adjust
eathing, call mother, said: in a normal tone "how hasnt come back?" Mother said: "today the white ran out and didnt earn the money, now go back, bus, or you come to meet me..." "Didnt earn money from so far back? No bus come back a car? Wow." He said some complained, "dont worry, I have gone half, will go back in a minute..." "Ill pick you up..." Hung up the phone, he sighed and stared at the already faded phones for several seconds, put on clothes, pulled out two hundred yuan of money, go to the table, "I said," Im leaving tomorrow." "Well," he put money in my hand, said: "the lock in the drawer, will spend... I dont have money to take to pick up your mother, you have a good homework......" "Well". Somehow, I dont have the guts to look at his haggard appearance, pretend like in studying, but also cant see a word in, 1 of "dong" until the door closed, like open the gate of the eye, tears springing up, the light is blurred, I quickly took out paper put it dry, and took out a pen may remember it...At ten o clock twenty, moonlight, old electric cars with a pair of adult men and women ride to rickety, he carefully parked the electric vehicles into the corridor, locked. "Knocked" I panic hide the mood with tears, rushed to the door to open the door, is a mother, "good evening ~" she said with a pleasant tone, "well". She use this false pleasant tone to build an atmosphere of failed to reach the effect, she didnt speak, to eat the cold food in the kitchen. He came up after, panting, climb a 5th floor has some hard, I think back to when he carried me upstairs that strong shoulders, but now, he is old, shoulders bent, dark and thin, like a old man, he bent over, slowly in shoes, and slowly returned to the room, not turn on the light, to hold the legs sitting in bed, take out cigarettes, smoke point, quietly watching filar silk consumed by the darkness...

Is put on the table at the moment the Chinese book that "pipa", cant help but think: "before the bed a wisp of smoke, blue leaning on the window of my house, he saw the spring to return all, HuaXin people scattered tears eye, do not weep said miserably to dont, dont rush when see." Tomorrow go back to the table, never see the red light after a week, a wisp of smoke. Tears sprang up, the light is blurred, blurred between the flashing is one of the world love my man, my father.