A lovely foe

I'm sick of that cop. I hate it from the outside.

Bald head, bulging belly, and... Body odor. His uniform was never levelled, and was either missing buttons or torn; Once my mother kindly asked him to take it off and mend it for him, he was sitting in his yellow and ripped underwear with a bunch of miners drinking white wine and salmon under a tree.

I heard that he had a disagreement with his supervisor, so not only did he never get promoted, but the area assigned to him was a small village only an hour away from the police station.

He had no wife, and was said to have drowned while fishing for coal by the Keelung River; However, there is a daughter two grades below me, she must be like my mother, because she is not as fat as her father, and reasonably good-looking.

This daughter was often a good excuse for people from my side to give him gifts. For example, in late spring and early summer, my mother would go to the next village to dig bamboo shoots, and when she saw him, she would give him a bag and say, "Stir fry, bring lunch for your daughter."

My father would even give him a chunk of the meat that was not stamped with tax, and then solemnly say to him: "This' dead pig meat ', take it back to your daughter to patch it up."

Dad's biggest weakness in life is gambling. At least once a year, my mother would quarrel with my father about gambling until she ran away from home. She would either "break the relationship" to become a nun or go to Taipei to "earn and eat" as a domestic helper. In the end, I usually went to different places to beg her to come back, following the message she had deliberately revealed to others.

Once I could not stand it, put such a thing on the diary, the teacher told me that I could write a letter of complaint to the police station, they go to gambling; The teacher specifically said, "Write your real name and address, or the police will ignore you."

I don't know if the teacher was too simple or I was too stupid, but I really wrote the letter carefully, and when the station desk was empty, I put it on the top and ran away.

Two or three days later, when I returned home after class on a weekend, I saw the policeman happily drinking and chatting with his father and other uncles under the tree. As soon as he saw me, he said, "He must have written it. I never thought it was so good for such a small size."

He showed my letter to half the village!

I was hanged by my father to play hard, uncle and uncle in the side added oil vinegar said: "such a small school will be when the claw, the fight!"

Although he was the one who finally stopped my father and helped me unrope, I never looked at him again from then until I left home to work in Taipei.

It would be nearly twenty years before I saw him again.

At that time, my father was often hospitalized because of silicosis. One day when I visited the hospital, I opened the door of the ward and smelled a strong and familiar odor of body odor. Needless to say, I knew who the old man sitting beside my father's bed was.

He smiled and asked me, "Do you recognize me?"

I thought to myself, "It will be hard to forget you!"

He said proudly to me, "Just now I told you that I have a good eye. Since I was a child, I saw that you are good at writing. You see, now you are not only writing newspaper articles, but also writing movies."

He was last seen at his father's farewell. It was a typhoon and, like most people, he was wet to the skin; But what is more special is that he came to me before he became a woman. After a long time of lip trembling, he said with a lump in his throat, "Be filial to your mother. Oh, your father told me that he was most sorry for your mother in this life..."

I don't know if it was the overpowering scent or what, but even though I was so close that I could clearly see the tears running down his chin through the deep lines of his decree, I didn't smell anything unpleasant about him.

A few months ago, I gave a speech at a university. At the end of it, a kid came up to me and asked me if I knew XXX. Said it was his grandfather, the same policeman who had me hanged and beaten by my father.

He said his grandfather used to show people DVDS of "Dossan" and say, "That cop is me!" That Wu Nianzhen remember me oh!

He said his grandfather died, two winters ago.

The night before the funeral, they played the DVD of "Dossan" again before his funeral, because his grandfather had said that the miners in the movie were his best friends. "If one day... They will surely come to guide me and keep me company."