第二百七十七章日记27(3/17)

                                  我木然的从他黑乎乎的手掌里接过馍票，然后接过一小卷零钞，毫不犹豫的装进我的裤兜。
                                                                                                                                                                “学校都没有放松吧？”
                                                                                                                                                                “嗯。”
                                                                                                                                                                “上恁些年学，就看这些天啦。”
                                                                                                                                                                “嗯。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你快回教室吧，别耽误了学习。我也的早点回去，菜地该浇水啦。”
                                                                                                                                                                “嗯。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你回去吧。”父亲说着拉起架子车往校门口的方向走，头也不回。
                                                                                                                                                                我站在梧桐树下，木然的看着父亲的灰扑扑的衬衫，我发觉他今天穿了一条黑色的新裤子，进城来看他的儿子的，特意换了新感觉上的衣服。往田里拉粪时，总是父亲在前面拉车，我在后面推，我能看到的只是父亲的背，低着头，弓着身子，襻绳紧紧的绷在肩头上，用力的向前拉。我在后面可以缓缓手，松松劲，父亲缓不得手的，只有一个劲的往前使。现在车子是空的，父亲拉得车子很快，我的心却是沉甸甸的，比推车时还沉。
                                                                                                                                                                我想起朱自清的《背影》，只能记得这篇课文的题目，里面的内容一点也记不清。我的脑海里只是父亲拉车的背影。父亲转过教室的一角，看不见了。我仍然木木的看着，我感到眼睛涩涩的，涩涩的，喉咙也涩涩的，涩涩的。我家离学校至少20多里，父亲拉车过来至少要一两个小时。刚才我和父亲说话的时间没有5分钟。上午快放学了，我竟

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