My heart beats for you under the moonlight

The summer heat is still beating happily at the tail end of August. There is a simple bed, a palm-sized desk, and a stool that creaks when you sit down in the dim room. In addition, there are all kinds of books. Some of these books were given by others, and some of them were bought by Su Xian with the living expenses he dug out from between his own teeth.

When I was free and bored, I took it out and looked through it. Over time, the pages of some books were damaged. Every time I collected the rags and passed by the village, the life of these broken books was at stake, because Su Xian's father always wanted to He exchanged these tattered books for small bills. He felt that this did not take up space and was worth the money.

Su Xian was too lazy to argue with him about what was truly value for money. When his father saw that she would argue loudly with him to protect these rags, he wisely stopped thinking about these books.

Su Xian's father, Su Changlin, had never paid any attention to his daughter's studies. For him, Su Xian only needed to know a few words and recruit a similar son-in-law to provide for him until his death. , as for other things, Su Changlin never cared, let alone cared about Su Xian's so-called dream.

For Su Changlin, dreams are like gorgeous clothes. They look good but are not warm. So when Su Xian occasionally mentioned her ideals, Su Changlin interrupted her impatiently.

So Su Xian never talked about her future again, but she still cared about it, so conflicts must exist.

Fortunately, Su Xian knew how to give in when he could, and tolerate it if he could bear it. If he couldn't bear it, he would argue for a few words, which ended with Su Xian's angry accusation.

Su Xian didn't want to do this to him. After all, Su Changlin was her father and the one who raised her. However, the estrangement between them had been laid many years ago. They said that father and daughter did not have an overnight grudge, but Su Changlin's hatred towards Su Xian, there is not only hatred every night, but also hatred every year.

After so many years, the relationship between the father and daughter has not been repaired, but has dropped to a freezing point, and the lack of speculation is vividly interpreted by them.

But Su Xian has always been a soft-hearted person. Under the constraints of morality, she can't harden her heart and just walk away.

Her father's room was opposite hers, with a main room in between. Su Xian opened the curtain that was used as the door to the room and walked to the door of her father's room.

The sound of the TV came from the room, and the strong smell of tobacco could be smelled through the curtains. This was Su Changlin's appearance. He was lying on the folding chair that had been used for many years, smoking cheap cigarettes and looking at the TV. machine to kill time.

"Dad." Su Xian hated the smell of tobacco, so he didn't go in. He just called at the door. After listening carefully, no one in the room responded, and then said, "I've packed my luggage and will be leaving soon."

There were several coughs in the room, and after a while, the curtain was opened, and Su Changlin walked out. There were two holes in his white sweatshirt, which were caused by cigarette ashes accidentally falling on it. Several of his clothes It has this unique mark on it.

The beard had probably not been shaved for a few days, and it was growing wildly around the mouth. Su Xian was too lazy to say anything about being decent, because she knew that it would be in vain.

She put the red envelope given to her by the village committee on the Eight Immortals table: "I have kept some of the money in it for travel expenses and living expenses. You can keep the rest, as well as the food." She pointed to the neighbor who kindly gave it to her. The snacks that came: "I brought some food for the journey. I can't carry the rest. You can keep it to eat."

Su Changlin clicked on his old-fashioned slippers and threw the red envelope back in front of Su Xian: "Take it away, I can still starve to death at home."

Su Xian knew that nothing good could come out of his mouth, but today's words were actually much more polite: "I don't want it."

She has always been stubborn, and this is probably the only thing that makes her follow Su Changlin.

"If you don't want to, just throw it away." Su Changlin looked a little sleepy: "I'll call you when I get there."

Just when Su Xian wanted to say yes, Su Changlin complained rudely: "Don't think that just because you went to a famous university, your wings will become stronger and you can fly wherever you want. Let me tell you, this will always be your home." , Heyunling will always be the place where you were born and raised, and you will never be able to get rid of it in this life. No matter how well you live, you have to support me until you die."

This was not the first time Su Xian heard this. The moment the admission notice was delivered to her door, even the postal staff was happy for her. However, her father just snorted from his nose and asked the postal worker to deliver it. Those who received the good news were puzzled by it.

Su Changlin didn't want Su Xian to go too far.

But Su Xian didn't.

She didn't want to stay here, like Su Changlin, living a life of nothing but complaining and anger, a lifeless life. For her, such a life might be more painful than death.

After Su Changlin finished complaining, he went back to his room and continued to live a life of eating and waiting for death on his one-third of an acre of land.

Su Xian put the money on the table, pressed it down with the cup he drank from, and said helplessly: "I'm leaving."

Carrying big bags and small bags, I walked to the intersection. The road seemed a little narrow, but it was pretty good compared to before. Everything has changed over the years. Some have become better and better, while others have never stopped, even... worse.

Village Chief Zhao didn't know where he got a tricycle and put her luggage on the car very quickly: "I just finished the phone call with your dad and knew you hadn't left, so I hurried over here in a hurry. It's hard to catch a ride, the village committee has specially found one for you, girl, hurry up, get on the bus, I will take you to the station."

Su Xian climbed onto the very bright electric three-wheeler. As soon as he grabbed the handle, the car drove out. Su Xian stumbled and looked back in the direction of home.

No one is empty.

The heat wave hits my face and the sound of cicadas hits my ears. There is no melancholy of separation, but the joy of relief. Su Changlin never comes out of the door of the far away house. Su Xian looks away, very accustomed to it.

When we arrived at the station, Uncle Zhao gave a lot of instructions, and then began to teach him earnestly and thoughtfully.

"Your father has such a bad temper, short face, but not a bad heart. I guess it's because after your mother left, he was in poor health, couldn't do heavy work, and couldn't make much money, so he was very resentful. My daughter, you have been sensible since you were a child. , if he wants to say something unpleasant, just go in and out of one ear and ignore him. If you have any difficulties outside, just call back. Even if your father doesn't care about you, your Uncle Zhao will care about you."

Su Xian gritted his teeth and didn't know what to say except thank you.

After walking a few steps, Uncle Zhao called her again. Su Xian turned around and saw that he was hesitating for a long time before he said with an honest smile: "Actually, your dad is bad at that mouth. He is also reluctant to let you go. He is afraid of you." There’s no looking back.”

Su Xian showed an understanding smile, sour and painful.