The train of life will not stop, and the train of reality is only a temporary stop.
The train soon started again, and what happened was not his concern. It was already dark, and the watch showed that it was almost nine o'clock. After sleeping for such a long time, I really didn't feel it.
After getting off the berth, it was convenient to go to the bathroom. By the way, I checked the wound in the mirror. I bumped my head on the iron barrier and made a small cut. After a little treatment of the blood around me, I went to the No. 8 dining car to see if there was still dinner. .
Luckily, with twice the price outside, fried pork with chili, which is not worthy of the name, I ate a bowl of rice and went back to the berth. Only then did I find that there were two more young people.
I tidied up the crumpled story meeting, and then used it to pass the time. Before I knew it, it was more than four o'clock in the morning. It was time to get off at Yingtan, and I didn't need to leave the station. I transferred to a train bound for Nanjing at the station. , This slow train will stop at the station in the county seat. It took more than an hour to travel 60 to 70 kilometers, and I got off at the station in the county seat.
Standing at the station square, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar old station, listening to the familiar dialect called Mai soliciting customers, I really came back.
Negotiated a good price with the black van locomotive driver, and set foot on the way home.
On July 13, 2000, Chen Xinhua returned home, the place he has been dreaming of all these days.
Chen Xinhua stopped the van at the entrance of the village. The village is not big, and there are not many ways to get home. There were many people chatting in the small shop at the entrance of the village. Everyone watched him get off the car and greeted him. Most of them said, you are back. Is it okay outside or something like that.
In the village, the seniority is small, and those people are from the generation of uncles. Chen Xinhua looked at these elders who were much younger than he remembered, took out a pack of Furong Wang, and smoked one by one: "It's okay outside, it's okay."
After clearing the cigarette, he walked home amidst the discussions of these elders.
Chen Xinhua doesn't know that people are still talking about him and his family affairs, and they all say that the hard times are finally over.
With the dream of last night, the closer Chen Xinhua got to home, the more uneasy he felt. He mustered up his courage, turned the corner, and saw an old tile-roofed house, which was his home. For some reason, he felt at ease.
As soon as Chen Xinhua stepped into the yard, his mother who was having breakfast saw him, put down the bowl and came out to greet him, "Daxin, why are you back?"
Looking at her mother, who was only in her early fifties, who was much younger than she was two months ago, Chen Xinhua held back tears, but her mother could tell.
He took the suitcase and said comfortingly: "Daxin, no matter what happens, you'll be fine once you get home."
"Mom, it's nothing, I miss you a little bit."
The mother said with a smile: "It's good that it's okay. I'm already this old. I got on the car all night. Wash your face, eat and sleep."
Looking at my mother's back when I was walking home, I thought to myself, I will not let you live the hard life like in the previous life. Although you don't know it, I am tight in my heart.
Seeing that there is no change in the house, even if there is, I can't see it. I have not eaten the porridge cooked in a large firewood pot for many years. This is not comparable to that made by an electric rice cooker.
After dinner, Chen Xinhua took out the cigarettes from the suitcase and said, "These two cigarettes are for you to smoke, and I will take the rest to grandpa."
The mother took it over and looked at it and said, "You child, can I use such a good cigarette? There is nowhere to spend the money, and the money is wasted," although she scolded like this, but there was a smile on her face .
This kind of scolding is really caring. Chen Xinhua felt warm in his heart. This is the feeling of home. He returned to his side and said, "Mom, I have something to tell you."
"What's up."
"When I come back this time, I can only stay at home for two or three days before going to Jiangsu."
The mother said worriedly: "It's fine in Shenzhen. Why did you go to Jiangsu? The company sent you there."
"No, some time ago I partnered with someone to do business for a period of time and made some money. Now I am going to do it myself."
"What, do business by yourself, what do you do, can you make money?"
Chen Xinhua comforted: "Mom, don't worry. The business earns and loses. Now that it's done well, it won't lose. It will be done in Jiangsu and shipped to Shenzhen for sale."
From the table behind, he took his shoulders and showed the cloth sample to his mother.
"Just making this kind of cloth, the market is very good, you don't have to worry, I have grown up too."
The mother sighed and said: "I am also old now, and I don't understand the outside world, but in business, you have to trust people too much. As the saying goes, you must be on guard against others."
"Mom, I see, here is 20,000 yuan, you keep it, don't be too frugal."Well, now I have the ability to make you live a good life. "
"Daxin, why do you have so much money, you can't be"
Chen Xinhua interrupted and said, "Mom, you don't know your son yet. It's not what you think. If the business is done well, it won't be a problem to earn 50,000 to 60,000 yuan a month."
The mother said with a smile: "Then I can rest assured, hey, you give me the money, you don't need the capital."
Seeing that his mother was happy, Chen Xinhua also laughed and said, "I still have 40,000 to 50,000 yuan. The capital is enough, and I'm afraid I won't be able to manage it if I have more."
"That's okay, I'll save it for you first, and use it when you marry a wife in two years."
Chen Xinhua joked: "I will use your savings to marry a wife, and I will bring you three or five."
"Hmph, just blow it up, go to sleep, I'll go buy some food, and it will be gone if I go late."
Chen Xinhua said: "You go, fell asleep in the car, don't think about it now, I'll go to see grandpa."
"Go ahead."
Chen Xinhua walked to his grandfather's house with two cigarettes.
Chen Xinhua's father and brother are two. His grandfather is a retired worker. He lives alone. He has a monthly retirement salary of 700 to 800 yuan, which is enough for him to live on.
Chen Xinhua's father passed away early. When he was a child, his grandfather often took him by his side, eating and living with him until he went out to study in junior high school. The relationship between grandpa and grandson was very good.
When I came to my grandfather's house, my grandfather was sitting on the threshold smoking a cigarette. When he saw Chen Xinhua, he put the pipe on the threshold to knock off the smoked ash and put it away.
Chen Xinhua called grandpa from a distance.
Grandpa is a serious person with little expression on his face, "I'm back, when will I arrive."
"Just arrived, I brought some outside cigarettes for you to taste."
"What are you doing with this unjustified money? It's not as good as smoking," he said, and raised the pipe.
Chen Xinhua smiled and said: "Whether he smokes well or not, just taste it."
"Put it on the table, I'm going to work, come to my place for dinner at night, and I have a few loaches."
"Okay, let's go to work."
Although the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren is good, the communication is silent. In rural areas, the elders seldom communicate with the younger generation. This may be a characteristic of the countryside.
Watching the grandfather with the hoe leave, he is now over seventy years old, and his body is still very strong. If you don¡¯t let him do farm work, he will scold you. If you know his personality, don¡¯t stop him. He is doing some farm work within his ability, and it is better to treat it as exercise.
When Chen Xinhua came home, his mother hadn't come back from shopping, so she squatted on the bed for a while. Although she had slept in the car, she didn't sleep well. It turned out that her mother had made lunch and waited for a long time before waking him up and getting up. have lunch.
Chen Xinhua got up and sat on the edge of the bed, completely ignorant, rubbed his face with his hands to wake himself up, looked at the peach tree outside the window, thought about picking peaches every summer, thinking about this kind of wild hair The taste of peach, this taste has never been tasted outside, this may be the taste of home. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com