Distinguishedobviously for about a year, butlooks atthatback, the An Lin’seye socket is actually somewhathot and damp.
明明只是分别了一年左右,但是看着那个背影,安林的眼眶却是有些湿热。Thathalfwhitehairwhat's the matter, heis only50 years old!
那半白的头发到底是怎么回事,他才五十岁啊!Manywhite hairmixturesin the pitch-blackhair, appearespeciallydazzling, likesilver needle, stabbing painAn Lin.
许多白发夹杂在乌黑的头发中,显得格外的刺眼,如同银针般,刺痛着安林。Then will oneyear, whatexactlyhad, make the fatherhave the sobigchange?
这才一年而已,到底发生了什么,才会让父亲发生如此大的变化?An Mingchuancooksonebowl of hotnoodlesafter the room, turned on the television, watches the televisioneats the noodles.安明川在房间里煮好一碗麻辣面条后,打开了电视,边看电视边吃面条。Helikeseating the noodlesto watch the televisionvery much, felteats„zizi that” the noodlessend out the sound, in the soundwithtelevisionwill matchintogether, will make one have the appetite.
他很喜欢吃着面条看电视,觉得吃面条发出的“嗞嗞”的声音,和电视里的声音搭配在一起,会更让人有食欲。Someroutinemovements, even ifnowlooks like, is still nothing'schange.
一些习惯性的动作,即使现在看来,也是没有任何的改变。For example before eating the noodles, hewill rubperplexedrubs hands, thentakes up the chopsticks.
比如吃面条之前,他会不明所以地搓一搓手,然后再拿起筷子。An Linseesthis, a familiarfeelingwell ups.安林看到这一幕,一种熟悉的感觉涌上心头。Heis youngtime, before eating the noodles, islikesstudyingfather'smovement, onerubs handsperplexed.
他小的时候,吃面条前,也是喜欢学着爸爸的动作,不明所以地一顿搓手。Buthis motherin the one side, somewhatsees the grandfather and grandchildto rub handsfunnily.
而他妈妈则是在一旁,有些好笑地看着爷俩搓手。Thatis very warmfeeling, what a pitythispresentis impossibleto reappear.
那是非常温馨的感觉,可惜这一幕现在已经不可能再现了。On the television, the beautiful womanhostis reporting an entertainment story.
电视上,美女主持人正在播报一条娱乐新闻。„Yesterday, at the Dongfang XueAsiantourconcertscene, presentednamedAn Lin’smysterioussinger. a”
“昨日,在东方雪的亚洲巡回演唱会现场,出现了一名叫安林的神秘歌手。”„His «Daoist canon»song, caused the hugestirat the concert.”
“他的一首《道藏》歌,在演唱会引起了巨大的轰动。”„Nowthissongrapidlyhas become, song that wrests away the majormusiclistfirst places.”
“现在这首歌已经迅速成为,霸占各大音乐榜单榜首的歌曲。”„Belowmakesuscometo appreciatetogetherthis«Daoist canon»!”
“下面让我们来一起欣赏一下这首《道藏》吧!”An Mingchuanhearsthisnews, picks the hand of noodlesto trembleslightly.安明川听到这则新闻,夹起面条的手微微一颤。Heraised the head, is looking at the televisionsteadily.
他抬起头,目不转睛地望着电视。
The picturechanged toconcert, thatfamiliarfacial featuresappearinhisfront.
画面转到了演唱会的现场,那个熟悉的面容出现在他的面前。
The An Mingchuaneyeopens the eyesin a big way, the foreheadwas madeby the eyepleating, the breathis somewhat rapid.安明川眼睛睁得大大的,额头都被眼睛弄得起了褶子,呼吸有些急促。An Linfrom the beginningis the sonorous singing, the beautifulsinging sounddisseminatesthrough the television.安林一开始是清唱,动听的歌声通过电视传播出来。
A voice of limpidvicissitudes, has the beautifulmelody, fluttersin the entireroom.
清澈中略带一丝沧桑的嗓音,带着优美的旋律,飘荡在整个房间。Does not listen tothis«Daoist canon»atconcert, will then be short of an ideal condition.
不在演唱会现场听这首《道藏》,便会少了道的意境。Howeverthis«Daoist canon», onlyfrom the melody, is the best quality goods.
但是这《道藏》,单从旋律上来说,就已是极品。Thereforeafter the mediapass to the network, stillushered a wave of irritablelistening toupsurge.
因此通过媒体传到网络后,仍是迎来了一波火爆的收听热潮。Justcooked the goodsurface, but also is sending out the steamingsteam.
刚刚煮好的面,还在散发着腾腾的热气。In the roomdid not have„zizi”eats a sound, whatremainingis only the An Lin’ssinging sound.
房间内没有了“嗞嗞”的吃面声,剩下的只是安林的歌声。An Mingchuanclamps the surfaceinchopsticks, actuallyhas becomecool, buthehas not noticed.安明川夹在筷子中的面,却已经变凉,但他没有注意到。Does not know that is infatuatedin the singing sound, is infatuatedinthatfamiliarform.
不知是陶醉于歌声之中,还是陶醉于那个熟悉的身影。Finally, An Linandthatbeautiful woman in who televisionplay the guqinare holding hands.
最后,电视中的安林和那名弹奏古琴的美女牵着手。Bowsto the peopleslightly, amid a resounding through the skiesapplause, leaves the stageslowly.
向众人微微鞠躬,在一片响彻云霄的掌声中,慢慢离开舞台。
The picture of televisionreturns the host, startsto the phenomenon that songas well astriggers, commented.
电视的画面重新转回主持人这边,开始对那歌曲以及引发的现象,进行了评论。An Mingchuanhas gotten back one's composure, hetook up the cell phoneexcitedly, dialedthatfamiliarnumberagain.安明川回过神,他激动地拿起了手机,再次拨打了那个熟悉的号码。„Sorry, number that youdialalreadyengine off......”
“对不起,您拨打的号码已停机……”
......
……Hisfacial expressionsomewhatput down the cell phonedesolately, takes up the chopsticks, lowered the headto pull outunder the nose, rubs the eyes, in a low voicetwittering: „Thisnoodles why so spicy, burntto the noseeye......”
他神情有些落寞地放下了手机,重新拿起筷子,低着头抽了下鼻子,揉了揉眼睛,低声呢喃:“这面条为啥子这么辣呢,都辣到鼻子眼睛了……”An Linlooks atthatto continueto lower the headto eat the surfaceback, rubs the eyes, studies the fatherto eat the noodlesto rub handslikehimlike that the movementhas the tacit understandingas always.安林望着那个继续低头吃面的背影,也是揉了揉眼睛,就像他学爸爸吃面条搓手那般,动作一如既往地有默契。He, will often complain that in this year the fathergave the pithim.
他这一年来,时常会抱怨老爸把他给坑了。Because ofthisscoundrelfather, hewill not be compelledto leave school, was graspedto be suffered.
要不是因为这混账老爸,他也不会被逼退学,被抓去遭受折磨。However, before heactuallyneglected the father, howto look afterhis.
但是,他却忽略了老爸以前是怎么照顾他的。Howhecannot see the fatherissubmissive, evenabandons the scene that the dignitylends money.
他也看不到老爸是怎么低声下气,甚至抛弃尊严去借钱的场景。Whyhedoes not knowfatherless thanoneyear, haironwhitehalf ofreasons.
他更不知道为什么老爸不到一年的时间,头发就白了一半的原因。PerhapsAn Linknowsonly, ishisfatherwill go toHongdato constructinvestmentCo. , Ltd.every several days, askingstretch/opento puthis son.
恐怕安林唯一知道的,就是他老爸每过几天就会去鸿达建筑投资有限公司,求张总放了他儿子。Althoughhis fatherat heart likely clear, his sonalreadynot there......
虽然他爸的心里很可能清楚,他的儿子早就不在那里了……
......
……Yes, fatherbeing addicted to gamblingshortcomingindeedveryscoundrel.
是啊,老爸这个嗜赌的缺点的确很混账。HoweverAn Lintakes the son, whatalsodidforhis father?
但是安林作为儿子,又为他爸做了什么呢?Probablyso far, has not done a matterforhim.
好像到目前为止,没有替他做过一件事吧。Allshoulder poles, allpressures, is a hisfatherpersonundertakeprobably......
所有的担子,所有的压力,好像都是他老爸一个人承担的吧……
......
……„Thump thump thump.”
“咚咚咚。”An Mingchuanheard the knock, stands upslowly, opens the door.安明川听到了敲门声,缓缓站起身,把门打开。
After opening the door, the one whomapshisviewis a veryfamiliarface.
开门后,映入他眼帘的是一个非常熟悉的面孔。Hewas startled, the handcloselyis gripping the gate the hand, somewhatshivered.
他怔住了,手紧紧地攥着门的把手,有些颤抖起来。„Forest...... Lin'zi, did youcome?”
“林……林子,你来了?”
When An Mingchuanspeech, the lipsomewhattrembles, is looking atfrontyouthdull.安明川说话时,嘴唇有些哆嗦,呆呆地望着面前的青年。An Lineye socketsomefloodred, squeezes a smiling face, hammeredunder the chest of thatmanwith the fistlightly: „Yourcompulsive gambler, mademefindyoufinally! What's wrong, stops updoes not makemego in the entrance?”安林眼眶有些泛红,挤出一丝笑容,用拳头轻锤了下那男子的胸口:“你个赌鬼,终于让我找到你了!怎么,堵在门口不让我进去啊?”„, Comes inquickly, comes inquickly!”An Mingchuanfor fear thatAn Linran, is holdinghishand, moved a chairsidehim.
“啊,快进来,快进来!”安明川生怕安林跑了,拉着他的手,搬了个椅子在他身旁。SawAn Linto sit, An Mingchuan was also sitsin the one sideexcitedly.
看到安林坐了下来,安明川也是非常激动地坐在一旁。Heis looking atAn Lin, withseeingwhatbigbeautiful woman, looks at steadily.
他望着安林,就跟看到什么大美女似的,目不转睛。„Lin'zi, is hungry? Or does the fathermakeonebowl of smallsurfacetoyou?”SomeAn Mingchuanhopesopen the mouthto say.
“林子,饿不饿?要不爸爸给你做一碗小面?”安明川有些期盼地开口道。„Good, Ihave not just had the dinner.”An Linnods.
“好,我刚好没吃晚饭呢。”安林点了点头。An Mingchuanhearswordrunsto go to the kitchenhappily, is bustling aboutat the same time.安明川闻言高兴地跑去厨房,在一边忙碌起来。Looksin the kitchenbusyform, flavor that as well asthatsmells as sweet, the An Lin’sheartis slowly quiet.
看着正在厨房忙碌的身影,以及那飘香的味道,安林的心慢慢沉静下来。Quick, onebowl of hotsurfacecarried.
很快,一碗热腾腾的面端了上来。InAn Mingchuanbowl, addedmanysurface, cheerfulsay/way: „Iaccompanyyouto eattogether.”安明川的碗中,也加了不少面,乐呵呵道:“我陪你一起吃。”Two peoplesiton the sametable, eats the surfacesends out„zizi”sound, hot pepper the eyes of twopeople, stimulatesred.
两人坐在同一个桌子上,吃面发出“嗞嗞”的声音,辣椒将两个人的眼睛,都刺激得通红。„Lin'zi, is the fatherdoes not do right byyou, makingyouencounterthatmatter......”
“林子,是爸对不住你,让你遭遇了那种事情……”„You...... go backto go to school! Otherthingsmake the fatherfind the wayto be solved and ensure cannotinvolveyourstudiesagain!”An Mingchuanopens the mouthto saysuddenly.
“你……回去上学吧!其他事情让爸爸想办法解决,保证不会再牵连到你的学业了!”安明川忽然开口道。An Linraised the head, sees an ownfather, somestring in heartis touchedagain.安林抬头,看了一眼自己的父亲,心中的某根弦再次被触动。„Father, you have not watched the television, butInow the well-knownsinger, did not go to schooldo not have the issue.”An Linreplied.
“爸,你没看电视吗,我现在可是知名歌手了啊,不去上学也没问题的。”安林回答道。An Mingchuanheardthese wordsto fly into a rage: „Lin'zi, youlistened tome saying that firststudyfinished attending, thisyearknowledgewasmost important.”安明川一听到这句话就急眼了:“林子,你听我说,先把学上完,这年头知识才是最重要的。”„Had the knowledgeapproachingbody, regardless ofpresentswhataccident, canlivewell.”
“有了知识傍身,无论出现什么变故,都能活得好好的。”„Youlook atme, although the companydid not have, is notsamecanmake moneydepending on the skill.”
“你看我,虽然公司没了,还不是一样能凭本事赚大钱。”„Hasyour father, does not needyouto singto make money, wedid not worry that does not havemoneyto spend, to go backto studywell!”
“有你爸在呢,不用你去唱歌赚钱,咱不愁没钱花,回去好好念书吧!”Saying, his by the darkface that onSungot, the smiling face of reappearing, in the lookhas the brightcolor.
说着,他那被太阳晒的黝黑的脸上,浮现出的笑容,眼神之中有着明亮的色彩。Somefathersin......
有爸爸在……Yes, this feeling of having the dependenceis really good......
是啊,这种有依靠的感觉真好……Regardless ofwhat happened, always the personstandsinyourfront, keeps out wind and rainforyou.
无论发生了什么事情,总有一个人站在你的前面,替你遮风挡雨。How longhad not realized that thistypefelt, after drifting for a year to come backoutside .
多久没有体会到这种感觉了,在外漂泊一年回来后。Looks that the facial featuresoldfathersaidthese words, onetypeis unable to explaininundated the heartwarm.
看着面容苍老的父亲说出这句话,一种无法言喻的温暖漫上心头。An Linsmiled, intears that the eye socketspins, is actually cannot stopfallsdownward.安林笑了,在眼眶打转的眼泪,却是止不住地往下掉。Hethought that thisis the family/home, thisishisturning over toplace.
他觉得这才是家,这才是他的归处。
......
……An Liniscultivator, hecan feelfather'sphysical condition.安林是修士,他感受得到父亲的身体状况。Day and nightworking with all one's might, have madeto be exhaustedfatherbody.
日日夜夜的拼命工作,早已将父亲这副身体弄得疲惫不堪。Thatoldfacial features, as well asthathalfwhitehair, is the excessivelytiredandenergeticheavy pressurecreates.
那苍老的面容,以及那半白的头发,就是过度劳累和精神重压造成的。Ifhealsomakeshis fathercontinueto dolike this, immortal that healsocultivates!
他要是还让他爸这样继续做下去,那他还修个屁的仙!An Lingraspedhis father'spalm, the lookopens the mouthto sayextremelyfirmly:安林抓紧了他爸的手掌,神色极为坚定地开口道:„Father, laterIraisesyou!”
“老爸,以后我养你!”
To display comments and comment, click at the button
Comments for Chapter #79: The father, later I raises you