The April sun was warm on my body, and I felt a little lazy. I leaned on the reclining chair in the yard and felt drowsy.
I had a dream. I saw a woman in a white dress. She was sitting under the grape trellis in the yard, looking at the baby in her arms with a loving face and a smile.
I walked over and she seemed not to see me.
I heard her whispering, "An An, my little An An."
this is my name.
"An, An An... I, I'm back, open the door!"
When I heard a knock on the door, I opened my eyes and found that the corners of my eyes were a little wet.
"Sunshine? You're back?"
Yangguang was holding a snakeskin bag that was bulging with things. As soon as I opened the door, he dragged the things in and squeezed in.
"An, An, this is a specialty for you and your uncle. My dad asked me to send it to you. It's so delicious."
Mountain bamboo shoots, wild mushrooms, dried vegetables... the sunlight poured out to me one by one, and my eyes narrowed into a line with a smile.
Yangguang's hometown is in the mountains, where there are many natural products. People in the mountains are honest. After I became Yangguang's friend, Yangguang's parents treated me like a family member. They thought I was a city person, but they didn't look down on them, and even protected Yangguang from being bullied.
"Yangguang, thank the uncle and aunt for me!" I packed my things with a smile.
After dinner, my father still hadn't come back. I curled up in bed and started to check Weibo again. He Xubei hadn't updated his Weibo for a long time.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't scared being alone at home, but I have learned to get used to it slowly.
I was suddenly awakened by a loud noise when I was half asleep. I thought it was a thief, so I didn't dare to turn on the light. I had to go out along the wall with a small flashlight. There was a sound of porcelain colliding in the kitchen, and my father looked at me with two eggs in his hand.
"Dad, is that you?"
"What are you doing up?"
Two voices sounded at the same time, and they stared at each other. I think if an outsider saw it, he would find it very funny.
The clock on the wall pointed to 4 a.m. I cooked noodles and brought them to the living room.
"Dad, I'm out of money." I put the bowl down and said to my dad.
Bang! The sound of a bowl hitting the glass coffee table.
"Money, money, money, that's all you know. What else can you do besides asking for money?"
My father's voice sounded a little hoarse. He had a mouthful of noodles in his mouth and his neck was red as he yelled at me.
"I'm your daughter. Who else should I ask for money if not you?" I didn't want to look up at him because I knew this was a sign of his losing his temper.
"No money! I lost it all!" Dad quickly took a few mouthfuls of noodles, and after finishing his meal, he leaned back on the sofa and didn't move.
Maybe he really lost a lot of money. Only when he lost a lot of money did we quarrel. A random word would set off an explosion. Only when we quarreled did we say a few words.
I suddenly remembered "Dark Night Raccoon", the man who said that quarreling was the only way for him and his father to communicate. So, birds of a feather flock together, and I am the same person as him.
"The water and electricity bills need to be paid, and my meal card needs to be recharged. You figure it out, after all, you're still my dad."
I came out of the kitchen, walked to the bedroom door and turned back to say, "Dad, don't stay up late in the future. It's not good for your health!"
I looked at the time. It was less than five o'clock, the darkest time before dawn.
I couldn't sleep. Even though it was almost the beginning of summer , the nights were still a little chilly. "Dark Night Raccoon" asked me to give him my QQ number and Weibo account on WeChat. I looked at the time of the message. It was half an hour ago.
"Are you still awake so late?"
"You haven't slept either, please send me your QQ number and Weibo."
I asked "Anyeli" why he added QQ and Weibo when he was already a WeChat friend. He answered me that WeChat accounts can change and QQ and Weibo accounts can be hacked, and he just wanted more ways to contact me.
"Then why don't you ask for my phone number and address?"
"Dark Night Raccoon" was silent for a while before sending a message: "Because we are just netizens. Of course, if you are willing to talk, I will not refuse."
I gritted my teeth and typed: "Dark Night Raccoon, you are such a cunning fox!"