Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [golden Pork Pot Stickers]——daddy, Tell Me A Story

In the dark night, thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and the sky with such a momentous mood was surging, and it was difficult to calm down.
Maybe it's really old, maybe it's a tired soul, it's easy to feel. A withered little flower, a wandering cloud, a look that cools my heart, an indifferent word that extinguishes enthusiasm... I am alone in a foreign land, in this indifferent city, becoming increasingly sensitive and desolate.
Under the solitary lamp, a box of beer, cold liquid running through the body, and the damp wind made the skin feel shivering. I was drunk and fell drunk in a rainy night in a foreign land. Looking at Patek Philippe, the hands have overlapped at the top, the second hand ran tirelessly forward, leaving behind the minute and hour hands that longed to keep him again and again...like the bustling flow of people, without emotion, and absolutely numb.
Suddenly I wanted to find someone to chat, but on such a downfall night, who would care about my lonely mood. Suddenly I miss the people in my hometown, the things in my hometown, and the scenery in my hometown. I dialed my father's number, silly beeps, and waited for a long time. After the phone was connected, my father's voice was heard: "Ding Ding Dong, haven't you fallen asleep yet?"
Tears gushing out, this familiar call, this nickname only used by my father, brought me back to my childhood in an instant, a pure time with no scheming, no worries, no pressure, and no intrigue. Suppress the emotions that will explode at any time, and try to calm your voice: "Dad, I miss you."
Father was silent for a while on the other side of the radio wave: "Did you have something upsetting? Tell your dad." "Dad, I just want to hear your voice." Father didn't ask, it was a tacit understanding between father and son. , What I don’t want to say, my father will not ask the bottom line.
As usual, my father started a routine questioning. How are you? Did you drink alcohol? Are you looking for someone? Did you eat and sleep on time? Did you smoke hard? For a son who returned home only for the Chinese New Year within a year and had to rush to a foreign land for less than ten days, the only thing my father could communicate with was these repetitive and repeated words.
On the phone, I let tears flow freely, just simply humming a few monotonous notes. His father is more than 60 years old, and all the years have brought him are an increasingly rickety body, an increasingly tired energy, and an increasingly aging face. In the middle of the night, he, who was awakened from my sleep, must be very tired, but facing his son who is not in the mood on the other side of the radio wave, he still strengthened his energy and tried to talk to me, using poor language to encourage him. With my emotions.
"Ding Ding Dong, it's late, go to sleep." My father urged me to rest. "Dad, I can't sleep, tell me a story." Under the stimulation of alcohol, emotions and father's gentle voice, I completely forgot my age, just like the one who dragged his nose and stuck to his father decades ago. Like my little kid, I acted like a baby to my father and made my soul quiet.
Father smiled and blamed me affectionately. I can imagine that that old face must be filled with happiness. No matter how old we are, in the eyes of father, we will always be the children who did not grow up in his memory. Only in front of our fathers and mothers can we be so coquettish and self-willed. I think my father will also stumble back to his youthful years, that energetic and passionate age. Armed with his young wife and naughty child, walked in the warm sunshine to the next moment he thought he was happy. At that time, did he ever think of today's aging? Never thought of hearing a young son acting like a baby on the phone on such a stormy night?
My father didn't reject me, as long as he was within his ability, my father was willing to do anything he could for me. My father began to use his barren language and gentle emotions to tell me an old story that I could recite. When I get older, my thinking is not as flexible and coherent as before. The stuttering story tells me, but my thoughts flow backwards, and my tears can't stop flowing. In this indifferent world, we all need comfort and warmth for each other, and home is our eternal harbor, the home of our souls... Just when I was about to fall asleep, my father’s whispered exhortation from the microphone: "Sleep Well, my son, it was another sunny day when he woke up. Remember to eat breakfast and take care of yourself. "I think, tonight, I can sleep peacefully. To get up tomorrow morning, I must make myself a breakfast, with pot stickers, soda, love, and hope...
Desolation is the same as happiness, there is nowhere to hide, and you want to cover it up. Just pray, after the loneliness, there can be a longing happiness quietly. Living in a foreign land, I suddenly found that it was not me and you who were sad, but time. Time is a long-lasting song of divorce between heaven and earth, singing or not singing, it reverberates in the heart.
For a moment the moon is bright, and the flowers are yellow momentarily. I looked back in the country in the red dust, the dilapidated side of the dilapidated lights. How many years ago the scenery will look like...
Chu Renxinlan sighed and closed the pen. "