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Bố cho người ta thuê căn nhà, rồi gửi nó lên nhà ông bà nội. Căn nhà nhỏ xinh nằm giữa một khu sát ngoại ô, thanh bình, yên ả. Nhà ông bà nội trong kí ức của nó là cánh cửa bằng gỗ trắng, hàng rào xây xung quanh mảnh vườn be bé trồng đủ thứ hoa, thứ rau củ, những chiều mát ông nội lại bắc võng ra dưới gốc nhãn nằm đọc báo, thi thoảng lại khe khẽ ngân nga khúc truyện Kiều, thơ Nguyễn Khuyến, Xuân Diệu, nó nghe mãi thành quen, chứ hồi ấy có hiểu gì đâu. Tối tối, bà nội nằm xoa lưng cho nó dễ ngủ, tay bà thô ráp, sần sùi nhưng nó thích lắm, bà còn kể cổ tích, ngụ ngôn rồi cả ca dao cho nó nghe. Bà thuộc nhiều thứ, nó nghe mãi, và cũng thành quen.

Bố nó bỏ đi biệt. Nó hỏi bà, bà bảo không biết. Nhưng nó nghe loáng thoáng mấy bà hàng xóm kể lể với nhau, bố nó đi tìm mỏ vàng, đi đào vàng tít đâu xa xôi, nó không nhớ nổi. Bố có về thăm nó hai lần, bố hốc hác, gầy gò, bộ quần áo bạc phếch lấm lem bụi đường. Nó thấy tóc bố đã lốm đốm bạc. Rồi bố lại bế thốc nó lên, cho nó que kẹo, cái kẹp tóc bông hoa xinh xinh, khen nó học giỏi, viết chữ đẹp.

Hình như ấy là lần cuối cùng nó gặp bố nó. Bố đi biệt, khi về chỉ còn lại cái người không hồn, lạnh toát, cũng bơ phờ, hốc hác y như lần ấy. Nó thấy ảnh bố trên bàn thờ, thấy trên đầu mình quấn chiếc khăn trắng trông là lạ, thấy ông nội ngồi thần người, thấy bà sụt sịt khóc, những giọt nước mắt chảy ra từ hốc mắt, gương mặt bà co rúm, nết nhăn như hằn sâu mãi. Còn bố nó, cứ nằm ngủ mãi chẳng chịu dậy, mắt bố nhắm nghiền, bộ quần áo trên người sạch sẽ, gương mặt bố trông bình thản đến lạ thường.

Hôm ấy cả mẹ cũng về. Mắt mẹ sưng húp, vằn những tia máu đỏ. Tay mẹ bế cậu con trai một tuổi rưỡi, đôi mắt nâu linh hoạt, bàn chân bàn tay mũm mĩm, da dẻ hồng hào sạch sẽ. Lạ quá! Nó có em từ bao giờ thế? Sao bố chẳng dậy bế em bé đi? Nó nép mình sau kẽ cửa chỉ dám nhìn thằng em trai mới bằng cái nhìn đầy e dè, sợ sệt.

Căn nhà nhỏ của ông bà nội hôm ấy đông đúc náo nhiệt lạ, bao nhiêu người hết lượt này đến lượt khác ghé thăm, thỉnh thoảng lại có kẻ nhìn nó với ánh mắt thương hại, xót xa mà nó chẳng hiểu gì. Tiếng kèn trống inh ỏi, nghe đến não cả ruột.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

Claims for people to rent the House, and then send it to his wife. Little House is located between outskirts, tranquil, peaceful Home. grandmother in his memory of it is white wooden doors, fences built around the garden be baby growing enough vegetables, flowers, the cool afternoon Grandpa back north hammock out under the label is read newspapers Sometimes my slit again, Russian banks song poems, poetry Khởi, Xuân Diệu, it hear the familiar, rather than he had understood nothing. Dark dorsal massage is for grandmother, it's easy to sleep, her hands rough, grainy but it's like, she tells tales, fables, and ca dao for it. She belongs to many things, it hear, and also into the familiar.Announced it removed. It asked her, she said no know. But it heard passing those neighbor cry together, I find it goes gold mine, go dig for gold where is distant, it pastes do not remember. I have visited it twice, the Weasley father, skinny, silver phếch lem working laboriously clothes dust road. It has silver speckled hair shows. Then dad picked it up, tufa lilugu it sticks, that pretty pretty flower hair clip, it compliments beautifully written words, study well.Looks like this is the last time it met his father. Father, when about the only remaining offspring who are not spirit, conditioning, lethargy, Weasley also like times. It found the picture on the altar, found on his head wrap scarf white look was strange, seeing his grandfather sits the God who, seeing her come to cry, the tears flow from eyes, her face wrinkled like vessels, Mr Crouch deeply forever. Also his father, sleeping forever don't bear up, close your eyes, clothes on the clean, her face impassive look strange to the father.Also on the mother's day. Mother eyes Puffy, red blood the Zebra. My arms carrying her son one and a half years, the versatile Brown eyes, chubby hands feet, cheeks pink clean. Too weird! It has children from? Why not get up, Dad closing the baby go? It is nestled behind instruments only door dare look brother with a look full of reservations, fears.Small House of his paternal grandparents day crowded noisy weird, how many people out to the weekly visit, sometimes the other guys look at it with eyes pity, sorry that it didn't understand what. Blank inh, blared the listener to the brain at all.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

Dad let people rent the house, and sent it to the grandparents. Pretty small house is located between an area suburban close, peaceful, quiet. Paternal grandparents home in memory of it is white, wooden door, fence built around the gardens be planted all kinds of little flowers, herbs and roots, the evening grandfather hammock out back north under the label is reading newspapers, occasionally humming the songs softly Kieu, Nguyen Extension poet, Xuan Dieu, he heard a familiar forever, but back then you understand nothing. Every evening, grandmother lying back rub it easier to sleep, her hands rough, very rough but it's like, she tells tales, fables and folk songs for it all to hear. She attached a lot of things, it sounds forever, and also to know. Dad left it special. He asked her, she said do not know. But it faintly hear some neighbor narrative together, announced it to find gold mines, where to dig gold headline remote, it can not remember. Dad had visited it twice, announced haggard, emaciated, faded clothes spattered dust. It saw dad was speckled silver hair. Then it announced the closing paddy up, give it stick candy, combs, petite flowers, give it to study well, beautiful writing. Looks like it was the last time he saw him. Special Dad go, when the person is left with a lifeless, cold, also listless, emaciated as she visits. It shows photos published on the altar, found on his head wrapped white scarves quaint, god man seen sitting grandfather, that she sniffled cry, the tears drain from the eye sockets, her face twitched, streak wrinkled as deeply imbedded forever. But his father, kept up continuously not sleep, his father's eyes closed, the clean clothes on him, face impassive father looks incredible. Yesterday was also the mother. Her eyes puffy, red blood stripes rays. Mother hand holding a half year old son, versatile brown eyes, hands feet chubby, ruddy chestnut skin clean. Strange too! It's me ever since? Why are not up your baby go? It nestled behind interstitial door guy just dare look new brother gaze wary, fearful. Cenacle of grandparents that day strangers crowded bustle, many people of all different views in turn visit, sometimes there are guys at it with eyes of pity, pity that it did not understand anything. Plangent trumpet drums, listening to the gut brain.