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    Ah Huang found a map from nowhere and asked me to find Fengzhen for them. They all wanted to know where Fengzhen was.

    We searched for a long time but couldn't find it.

    "This map is too simple!" I complained.

    Jacques said: "You have to move on to what happened later."

    I continued to tell them about me and my father, about Fengzhen.

    When my father and I left Grandpa's Wind Valley Middle School, probably no one knew about it.  We left before dawn.  I still remember walking from school to the station in town, my legs were as numb as two logs.  That's because of the cold.

    Dad, like me, only wears single pants.

    The grass on the side of the road is covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.  If the sun comes out, they will turn into little gases and go to the sky to join forces to make beautiful cloud ships.  But the sky is already covered with dark clouds, it seems that there will be no sun, then these pieces of hoarfrost will continue to condense silently, until the colder cold air arrives, and after the drizzle, they will also  Thicker and stronger, it became a transparent icicle that dazzled children's eyes brightly all winter long.

    Let's go, where we are going, is there ice?

    The car turned one hillside after another, and grandpa's school disappeared.  Goodbye, Wind Valley, I don't know, will I come again, listen to the bells in the sunset, and look at the icicles on the grass.

    Dad's eyes are as melancholy as the winter sky.

    I sat on Dad's lap so he could save a bus fare.  The car was bouncing back and forth on the country road, and he hugged me very carefully.

    Dad has been silent, occasionally looking out the window.  The sides of his face were sunken in so badly that it could almost hold my fist.  He must have been unable to eat for a long, long time.

    His face was as pale as the winter sky, his brow furrowed.  I guess he probably has a chest pain.

    However, I can't help him.  Besides, we are all the same, we are used to suffer silently, to endure hunger and cold, to endure loneliness and loneliness, we are used to being silent.

    Long-distance bus travel is an unbearable torment for my father and me.  For health reasons, we always have headaches and nausea, retching constantly.

    It's just that, thinking that there is another place that can accept us, we will have a new home, and I will be with my dear dad forever, my heart, my hands and feet, and my whole body slowly warm up.

    ? On the day I arrived at Fengzhen, the weather was fine, and when the wind blew, the leaves in the sky rattled.  The dirty car finally left the countless winding roads, got rid of the mountains and ravines, and drove into the streets lined with houses on both sides.  Those houses are crooked, and the window sills stick out to become counters, on which there are miscellaneous grains for sale, or plastic products.  Dried vegetables, chili peppers, and batik cloth with blue background and white flowers are hung under some eaves.

    The new town that is about to appear makes me happy, but also a little uneasy.

    "Dad, is this the place?"

    "Well, here we are."

    "Fengzhen, are there many people?" Thinking that all I will see in the future will be strangers, I feel very uncomfortable and timid.

    "There are twenty to thirty thousand, the whole city."

    "How much is that? Where are they all?"

    Dad didn't answer.  But, I think, that's a number that I can't even count.  I like.  I like so many people that I can't count, and I'll be with them, and I'll be with many, many kids with pretty faces and nice voices.

    But the car came all the way, and I saw only a few people.  I thought, there must be a lot of people sleeping at home, they must be people living happily.

    Some children were smoking cigarettes on the road, and the driver honked at them desperately.  They ran so fast, as if the sound of the horn was a wind shovel, sending them all "whoosh" to the eaves of the street.

    Dad watched me look around, as if he knew what I was thinking, and he said, "If it's a market day, all the people in Fengzhen will come out. On the street, you will see many, many people!"

    I think, I will look forward to the day of going to the market every day in the future.

    After getting off the bus, I couldn't stand still because of motion sickness, and my whole body was shaking.  I was in a trance, on the side of the street, guarding two packages of things, one was our clothes and the books left by my grandfather, the other was my father¡¯s radio and CD player, many music tapes and discs.  There was also a violin, yellow as a cake, with broken strings and bow, but clean and shiny.

    The sun warmed my whole body, and I gradually calmed down and stood firm.  The spring breeze is like a brush, softYes, I just haven't seen her.  "

    "How is it possible? Could it be that you jumped out of a rock" Ah Huang cried.

    "Of course I didn't jump out of a rock. I've already told you that I have grandparents and a father. Except for my grandma's inexplicable attitude towards me, my grandpa loves me very, very much, and my father loves me very, very much too.  .I haven't met my mother. Doesn't mean she doesn't exist. She must be there, where, I don't know. And, she must be young and beautiful-my grandpa and dad said so. I dare say  , my mother is not only young and beautiful, she must be a very gentle and kind person, her figure must be very slender, and her voice must be very nice But, no one told me where she is, they, the people around me  People, never mention her, as if she has gone far, far away."

    "Oh, has your mother already"

    Jacques was older, and among us he would act like an adult.  He covered Ah Huang's mouth: "If some stories are unfortunate, don't ask them!"

    However, I don't know, is my mother's story unfortunate?

    I can only tell my friends what I know.

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