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Growing up, my father accompanied me on more than half of the night roads I walked.
When I was a child, because I was timid, I would stay at home as long as it got dark and refused to go out. Even if I occasionally had a fever at night, I would always invite the doctor to my home to treat me. So as a child I hardly ever walked at night.
When I was in junior high school, although I was a little bolder, I didn’t have late self-study classes at school. I always ended school before dark, so I hurried home to have dinner with my parents. So I didn’t have the opportunity to walk at night in junior high school.
When I entered high school, it only took ten minutes to ride a bicycle from home to school, so I became a day student in all weathers. The study life in high school is no longer as easy as in junior high school. There are endless evening self-study classes every semester, and school always ends at nearly ten o'clock every night. So the road from school to home became a dark and long road to study. Every night after school, I packed up my books, hurriedly pushed my bicycle and followed the crowd to the school gate, waiting for my classmates to go home together. And when I crossed the road in front of the school gate and walked to the opposite side, through the dim street lights, I could vaguely see my father pushing his bicycle and patiently standing under the old tree and looking at the school gate. When he finally saw me walking slowly through the crowd, his dim eyes gradually became brighter. When I walked up to my father, he would softly say, "I came out so early..." and I would always say, "Didn't I tell you earlier? I will just go back with Ting. You don't have to go back." I came all the way to pick him up..." But my father said kindly: "It's so late, and you two girls are walking at night, and the family is worried..." So I stopped talking and waited with my father at the booth. come out. When Ting came out, I shouted to my father, "Let's go!" Then we got on the car and rode through the night while chatting and laughing with Ting. And my father followed silently, acting as our flower-protecting ambassador. When we arrived at the door of Ting's house, Ting said goodbye to my father and me and went home. My father and I rode bicycles in tandem through the winding alley. Although my father is always far behind, I am not afraid because I know that there is my "flower protector" behind me. When I got home, I started to talk to my mother again about not letting my father pick me up. If I talked too much, I would have a little quarrel with my father. In the days that followed, my father still picked me up at the school gate, but over my strong objection, he picked me up at an intersection not far from home. But every time it rained, no matter whether I brought rain gear or not, my father would always wear his black raincoat and wait anxiously at the school gate, for fear that I would ride away if I didn't pay attention. When the temperature dropped sharply, my father would appear at the school gate with a bag of clothes. When I walked out of the school gate in the cold wind and saw that scene, although I had not yet put on the clothes my father had brought, I felt A warmth spreads throughout the body. During my three years in high school, I don’t know how many hours my father waited for me, and I don’t know how many times my father walked that road. In short, my father accompanied me through the journey of studying for three years without any obstacles.
After I went to college, I studied alone 700 miles away from my hometown. My father could no longer accompany me on the night walks to college. After entering university, although studying became much easier, I still had to go to the school library for self-study in the evenings when I had no classes. Almost all of my roommates were married (my parents were against my love in college), but I was alone, so many nights I walked the 15-minute walk from the library to the dormitory alone. Looking at the scattered crowds under the dim street lights, I couldn't help but think of those night walks my father had walked with me: my father was waiting for me when I left the school gate, my father accompanied me on the way home, my father gave me clothes when it got cold...all kinds of scenes. It appears in my mind, making me recall it again and again, and be nostalgic again and again. I looked up at the sky above my head, looked down at the road under my feet, and realized that no matter how much I imagined, my father would not appear behind me. But I know that whenever this moment comes, the alarm clock that my father set specifically to pick me up is ticking. Semester after semester passed, I finally got through the holidays and returned to my hometown with my thoughts on my family. In order not to waste the holidays, I started working during the holidays again. After four years of college and several vacations, I had to work overtime until nine or even ten at night for every job I had ever done. Every night before get off work, my father would come to the door of the factory or shopping mall early. Sometimes he would chat with the old gatekeeper for a while, but more often he would stand alone outside the door. After get off work, I came out with the pushcart, walked to my father and asked, "Have you been waiting for a long time?" My father pedaled and said, "Not long ago... let's go?" So my father and I rode our bicycles side by side. Like before, I left my father far away and talked to him about some work issues on the way. Night after night, my father waited at the gate, not knowing how he spent every minute in darkness and silence. In short, my father accompanied me on the nights when I was working while I was studying.
?I thought that after graduation I would no longer have to work hard and my father would pick me up at night. However, I didn’t get into graduate school and had to run around to find a job in my hometown. I also worked overtime at night from time to time.
When my colleagues were packing up and getting ready to go home, I was printing materials or printing construction drawings at a typing club outside; while my colleagues were happily having dinner with their families, I was riding a bicycle with my father on a long road. , Yanlan Road is dark and sparsely populated. It gets dark early in the winter in the north. Facing the cold wind in winter, my father was riding his bicycle behind me. I rode the tram faster and it was difficult to control my speed. I walked in front and recalled the three years of high school when my father came to pick me up at the school gate. time; recalling the scene when my father picked me up at the factory gate when I was working during the holidays; thinking about these, my mood became heavy unconsciously, and my nose felt sour. It is conceivable that when my father just came home from get off work and heard my mother say that I was still working overtime, he might have gone out on his bicycle before entering the house, walked through the winding alleys, and crossed the dimly lit roads, all the way to the company. . So, I worked overtime, but it also taxed my father to accompany me to "work overtime". Before going to bed every night, thinking about these things, I felt very ashamed, thinking about how to compile "The Night Road My Father Walked with Me" into a document so that the father could realize his daughter's understanding of him and make him feel infinitely happy.
After I changed my job, I was no longer so busy at work, but occasionally I would work overtime or have a meeting at night. If I came home too late at night, my father would still pick me up and leave. The long Chengxiang Avenue or Yanlan Road.
It’s no wonder that at many weddings, the married daughter holds her father’s arm, and the father hands the daughter’s hand to the man worthy of being entrusted with his life, because the future will be for that man to accompany his daughter. Walked together. It is said that the daughter is the lover of the father in his previous life. Indeed, before I found my own happiness, my father was my guardian, accompanying me through the night road after night - the road to study in high school, ups and downs, father He walked with me; on the busy road to work during the holidays, my father walked with me again; after graduation and working, my father is getting older, but my father still walks with me on the night road while working.
There is no darkness in the night road walked by my father, and I am no longer lonely in the night road walked side by side with my father...