d on
Beijing-Pukou Railway a couple of times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he
himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he
only said, “Never mind! It won’t do to trust guys like those hotel boys!”
We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking
office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit of luggage and he
had to bargain with the porter over the fee. I was then such a smart aleck that I frowned
upon the way father was haggling and was on the verge of chipping in a few words when
the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to
the carriage door. I spread on the seat the brownish fur-lined overcoat he had got tailor
made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at
night. he also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for
being so impractical, for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared
for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person of my age to look
after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!
I said, “Dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of window and said, “I’m
going to buy you some tangerines. You just stay here. Don’t move around.” I caught sight
of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to
reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up
and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that
myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble
towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue
cotton-padded cloth long gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but
it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track.
His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent
body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was
watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he
or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again,
father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands. In
crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly
and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by
the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and
patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while, “I must ╩本╩作╩品╩由╩╩網╩友╩整╩理╩上╩傳╩
be going now. Don’t forget to write me from Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out
of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, “go back to your seat.
Don’t leave your things alone.” I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was
lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again
wet with tears.
In recent years, both father and I have been living an unsettled life, and the
circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to seek a livelihood
when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now
be so downcast in old age! The discouraging state of affairs filled him with an
uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is
why even mere domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he
became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made
him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arr