Town story (2)

Before coming to this small border town, my parents had stayed in two places. One is Guangzhou, and the other is a small county called Tongdao (located in the southwest corner of Hunan Province, under Huaihua). Of course, it's not serious. The first place to stay is, of course, my hometown village. The name of the village is very nice. It is called wulong village. The village is in a hilly area, and the villagers live quite scattered. A two-meter-wide river flows through the village. The villagers often wash vegetables and raise fish in the river. There is a coal mine at the entrance to the village. It is said that its reserves are amazing, and the mine is several hundred meters deep. Running day after day, cinder has formed a high platform, covering the whole mountainside. Later, my father often told me about his experience in working in a coal mine. He dropped out of school at the age of 14 or 15 to help his family earn money. Pick dozens or even hundreds of tons of coal every day, but you can only earn a few cents. The poverty at home at that time was beyond my imagination. When I was in high school, I heard an old man in the village say that my father's family was poor and my grandfather died early. In order to fill the child's stomach, grandma ran around the village with a big bowl and asked the villagers for some leftovers. However, the kind grandmother didn't even have a tombstone after her death. Only her uncle insisted on coming to Tomb-Sweeping Day to worship every year.

My father still works in the coal mine after his marriage. For him, there is no choice at all. He didn't work as hard as his uncle. He was able to leave the village by his own efforts. However, this is just a comforting statement. Father is the youngest of all children, and no matter how hard he works, he will not be taken seriously in this family. Traditional ethics and morality, coupled with the general poverty of that era, made my father live a humble life on the established life track.

My parents never told me about my life in Guangzhou, but I'm sure it was a sad experience. At that time, they were in their twenties and had little knowledge, but they ran to such a bustling metropolis, and it was not so pleasant to think about it. However, this unhappiness exists more between their husband and wife. Since marriage, the relationship between parents has been hot and cold, and it is still uncoordinated. I didn't know the focus of my parents' contradiction until I went to college. But it will take another year or two before I can think about the relationship between my parents from a rational perspective. Each of them has defects, but they like to magnify each other's defects infinitely with fierce words. In the end, all arguments are like a decimal in a cycle, with no end. Many years later, my mother told me that there was no love between her and her father. I am convinced of this.

There was no hope of doing business in Guangzhou, so my parents went to Tongdao County. Because I am young, I don't have many clear memories, but carefree is a real feeling. At that time, the relationship between parents was the gentlest, and the whole family was immersed in a harmonious atmosphere. My parents run business during the day, while I go to school in a down-to-earth manner. In the evening, the family went out for a walk, sometimes went to the cinema to watch movies, or rushed to the hometown. Our neighbors are a couple who keep snakes. We often go to their house to watch TV and chat. After the 20 13 senior high school entrance examination, I went to Tongdao county alone, trying to find some memories of the past. Fortunately, I found something, but most of it has disappeared forever with the passage of time. Everything in the old city has not changed, and it still smells like childhood. But at that time, I was used to seeing the spacious roads, and suddenly I was a little uncomfortable with the narrow roads in the county. Trees on both sides of the road have been flourishing, covering the whole road.

The wind and rain bridge with Dong characteristics still spans the Shuangjiang River flowing through the county, but the bridge is not as lively as before. The night scenes on both sides of Shuangjiang River are dazzling-this means that this county has not fallen behind the trend of the times. The stilts of the Dong people, where they once lived, no longer exist, giving way to urban construction. Several excavators are digging mountains, piling up cement and red bricks. There is a standard football field near my residence, and the green grass easily reminds me of chasing and fighting with my friends when I was a child. At that time, there was a small playground on this construction site, which operated regularly. My mother promised me that as long as I could get the first place in the exam, I would evolve, but in the end I failed. There are also many food stalls near the football field-there are potato chips, candy skins and tintin candy. My mother gives me 50 cents to buy an apple every day, but I always like to buy snacks and sweets with it.

Anyway, life in Tongdao County was quite comfortable at that time. Even if you need to go back to your hometown to go to school in the future, this county town, which is only two or three hundred kilometers away from your hometown, can also alleviate the pain of separation of flesh and blood. Although not so rich, it is not a bad thing for a family to live happily. I didn't have the concept of family at that time, but living with my parents was a lot of fun. However, one day, my mother firmly stated that she would leave here and go to a small town in the southwest border. Father strongly disagreed, so they had a quarrel. I vaguely remember that the focus of their argument was 6000 yuan. Finally, my father was furious and shouted, "I want to go alone!" " "In the evening, my mother took me out for a walk. We walked on the wind and rain bridge not far from home and sat there. It was midsummer and the weather was hot, but the cool breeze blowing slightly made people feel refreshed. The banks of Shuangjiang River are not as brightly lit as in the future, and they are still in darkness, just like a huge black curtain. The bridge is as lively as ever, but there is another popcorn vendor. We haven't talked for a long time. Mother shook the plastic fan and stared at the people coming and going. I stared at the popcorn vendor, eager to eat, but afraid to speak.

"Do you want to go with your mother?" My mother suddenly asked me. Although her tone is dull, there is unspeakable pain hidden in the middle. This kind of pain comes more from me-she doesn't want to be separated from me. Many years later, I realized that my mother is a very emotional person and attaches great importance to the feeling of flesh and blood. I was the same. I cried after giving a positive answer, and then I held my mother's arm tightly. Passers-by give us strange eyes-they may think it's a mother giving her son a lesson.

Mom is not answering the phone. She may be thinking about how to persuade Dad to let me go with her. However, she thought for a long time and didn't come up with any way. Finally, I had to tell my father myself. I agreed without hesitation. When we got home, my father was sitting in bed in a daze. His serious face scares me. However, in order to just promise my mother, I went to my father and timidly said my simple thoughts. Let me put it another way. I said I would go there with my mother for a few months. I can't remember my father's answer-maybe he didn't answer me at all, but he was still in a serious daze. However, my father finally agreed to let me leave with my mother.

We left Tongdao County and returned to wulong village. A few days later, my mother left the village with simple luggage. Grandma followed us all the way to the village entrance and told me to listen to my mother. When I say goodbye to grandma at the village entrance, she will definitely give me some pocket money. Mother could not explain, but reluctantly accepted the money, but threw it out of the window at the moment the car started. Maybe my mother wants my grandmother to keep more money on her and buy something she likes to eat, but I can't recognize her throwing money. I can't understand how grandma feels after picking up the money on the ground and watching the passing cars. In fact, that was the last time I saw grandma. Father took us to the bus station in the county seat and said goodbye to us there. He chose to stay in his hometown instead of going with us. In retrospect, this parting seems to imply the disintegration of the whole family. Although I am about to leave my father, there is no emotion in my heart. What his future life will be like and whether he can reunite with us again-I haven't considered these. It can be explained that my feelings with my mother are deeper than those with my father. Why is this happening? Oedipus complex is the most appropriate explanation. However, I never expected that my attitude would take a 180 degree turn when my father came to the border town in the future. My father kept instilling some ideas in me, which alienated me from my mother.

The bus walked for three days and nights and finally stopped in a big city. This is the first time I have seen a big city in my life, but I have no impression. But it is not hard to imagine that it must be beautiful to be called "Spring City". A friend of my uncle came to pick us up, helped us get everything ready, and bought us fruit snacks before he left. At eight o'clock that night, the bus left the station on time, drove along the crowded main road for a while, and then got on a viaduct. The night view of Spring City at the beginning of the century was not as beautiful as it is now, but it can also fascinate the mother and son from the countryside. We stared at the window motionless, just like a hungry man looking at the food we couldn't reach. We didn't look away until the car left the main city. It was dark in the car and my mother fell asleep soon. I haven't slept for a long time, staring at the dark window for a long time. I don't know what I'm looking at, but I always find it interesting to do so. When I woke up from my sleep the next day, I couldn't help but get nervous when I heard the conversation coming from the carriage. I looked at my mother-she stared out of the window with a melancholy expression. ...