佚名/Anonyo
SotisIreallydoubtwhetherthereislovebeeenyparents.Everydaytheyareverybytrygtoearnoneyordertopaythehightuitionforybrotherand.Theydon’tacttheroanticwaysthatIreadbooksorIseeonTV.Intheiropion,“Iloveyou”istooxurioforthetosay.SendgflowerstoeachotheronValente’sDayiseveofthequestion.Fallyyfatherhasabadteper.Whenhe’sverytiredfrothehardwork,itiseasyforhitolosehisteper.
Oneday,yotherwassegaquilt.Isilentlysatdownbesideherandlookedather.
“Mo,Ihaveaquestiontoaskyou,”Isaidafterawhile.
“What?”shereplied,stilldogherwork.
“IstherelovebeeenyouandDad?”Iaskedheraverylowvoice.
Myotherspedherworkandraisedherheadwithsurprisehereyes.Shedidn’tansweridiately.Thenshebowedherheadandosewthequilt.
IwasveryworriedbecaeIthoughtIhadhurther.IwasagreatebarrassntandIdidn’tknowwhatIshoulddo.ButatstIheardyothersaythefollogwords:
“San,”shesaidthoughtfully,“lookatthisthread.Sotisitappears,butostofitdisappearsthequilt.Thethreadreallyakesthequiltstronganddurable.Iflifeisaquilt,thenloveshouldbeathread.Ithardlybeseenanywhereoranyti,butit’sreallythere.Loveisside.”
IlistenedcarefullybutIuldn’tuandheruntilthesprg.Atthatti,yfathersuddenlygotsickserioly.Myotherhadtostaywithhithehospitalforaonth.Whentheyreturnedfrothehospital,theybothlookedverypale.Itseedbothofthehadhadaserioillness.
Aftertheywereback,everydaytheanddk,yotherhelpedyfatherwalkslowlyoryroad.Myfatherhadneverbeensogeseedtheyweretheostharoniouple.Alongtheuntryroad,therewereaifulflreengrassandtrees.Thesulyglistehroughtheleaves.Alloftheseadeuptheostbeautifulpicturetheworld.
Thedoctorhadsaidyfatherwouldreveroonths.Butafteroonthshestilluldn’twalkbyhiself.Allofwereworriedabouthi.
“Dad,howareyoufeelgnow?”Iaskedhioneday.
“San,don’tworryabout.”hesaidgently.“Totellyouthetruth,Ijtlikewalkgwithyouro.Ilikethiskdoflife.”Readghiseyes,Iknowhelovesyotherdeeply.
One,Iuandthatloveisjtathreadthequiltofourlife.Loveisside,akglifestrongandwar.
有时我怀疑，父母之间是否存在着真爱。每一天，他们都疲于奔命，为我和弟弟赚学费。我从没见他们有过任何我在书中或电视中看到的浪漫举止。在他们看来，将“我爱你”这句话说出口都太奢侈，更别说在情人节互赠鲜花了。父亲脾气很糟，特别是经过了一天工作的劳累之后，他那糟糕的脾气更容易发作。
有一天，妈妈正在缝被子，我安静地坐在旁边看着她。
“妈妈，我有个问题想问你。”过了一会儿我说。
“什么问题啊？”她答道，而手里的活儿却没停下。
“你和爸爸之间有爱情吗？”我压低声音问道。
母亲停下手里的活儿，抬起头诧异地看着我，并未马上回答，然后又低下头，继续缝被子。