Father and violin（二）

I remember thirty years ago that is full of warm sun in the winter. Dust scarred father got home, the left hand luggage put a khaki-colored, hand carry a black violin case, his face showed no emotion. A good father, a strange feeling, memory, there is a dividing line, figure out the reason behind unfamiliar faces. Or are we still in swaddling clothes his father had to go naked in Guangzhou, what more is recognized as not carved.
We cowardly to dodge the first few days with his father. Father did not take the initiative to speak to us, we do not understand why his father had a large big mouth do not speak. Until the third night when the moon rose up, my father took advantage of the moonlight in the courtyard rang garbage violin, one by one we jumped out from the house, directed at the beautiful sounds of the music, curiously around the father's side, first surprise and then dancing with excitement. Mother stopped the hands of the laundry bar, listening, smiling face again in the ripples. Pieces good listening, Big Brother asked the father said What is this song? People's Liberation Army said it was a father singing military songs, song called: "People's Liberation Army march."
Large quiet after that, his father's home because of a political movement, his secretary from the General Administration of Agriculture Ken seat pulled down cleaning to return home. Because he is the eve of liberation when the headmaster at the primary group to join any of the Kuomintang. Are in fact forced forced, was dying dragged into the dark abyss of the KMT.
Cleaning to return home means the end of political life, saddled with a wash stain unclear. Faced with a no grasp of the unknown livelihoods. No wonder my father went into the house, staggering gait, his face solemn, and even the silent face of his wife and children, a pool of stagnant water.