After Yang Yi finished the interview, the time had come to eleven o'clock at noon, so he found a place to solve lunch, and waited for the working time of other companies in the afternoon, and then went to several other companies for interviews.

The job I interviewed for was very easy in the eyes of many people, and there were weekends off.

But in Yang Yi's opinion, it is not suitable for himself, he doesn't want that comfort, that comfort, now for him, time means money, what he desires is money, as for work comfort, that is not the point.

A desire to give everything to get money is like a bird of prey in Yang Yi's heart, extremely strong, filling every organ and every cell of his body.

Of course, as an adult, the desire for money is only controlled within the scope of morality and law, and it will not completely lose yourself and become a slave to money.

Some people say that when you were young, you used to think that money was the most important thing in the world, and when you get old, you realize that it is true.

This is true today in the 21st century, where money is a measure of a person's success, although it is too absolute, it is a very important part.

Some people lament the unfavorability of fate, why they were not born in a rich family, and even many people hate their father's mediocrity, but they don't know that he was once a boy with dreams, and many people hate their mother's sleekness but don't know that she once looked forward to the future like you.

It's just that dreams and longings were ruthlessly pierced by the sharp blade of reality after many years, and Yang Yi was also one of them, like most people, he lost his dreams, lost his vision, and his eyes became more worldly in his eyes.

A person's life is like a wisp of green smoke and a grain of dust in the long river of history and the rolling torrent of time, which seems extremely gentle and insignificant.

More than a year after his parents left, because his grandfather was too old and needed to be taken care of, he could no longer take care of Xiao Yang Yi, so he could only move to his uncle's house.

Fortunately, after the aunt and uncle learned of this situation, they took the initiative to take Xiao Yang over and live with them.

Every year, the Great Osmanthus Tree scatters its refreshing fragrance in a quiet mountain village, floating in a gently flowing stream, floating on the terraced fields, and drifting into the unknown distance.

It's just that Xiao Yang has already said goodbye to the big osmanthus tree, said goodbye to the small mountain village, and went to his grandmother's house, which is a few kilometers away from the small mountain village.

On the day Xiao Yang also left, he quietly looked at the big osmanthus tree, gently touched the trunk of the osmanthus tree that he had been born with his little hand, and whispered: I am leaving, will you be reluctant? I don't know if there will be a chance to smell your fragrance again.

The big osmanthus tree was silent, gently shaking its branches and leaves with the wind, the golden osmanthus flowers fell one after another, scattered all over the ground, shining like gold, scattered on Xiao Yang Yi's hair, shoulders, and the small osmanthus flowers fluttered down Xiao Yang Yi tightly around, as if bidding farewell to Xiao Yang Yi, exuding its fragrance, as if telling Xiao Yang not to forget its taste.

A tree and people say goodbye, silent, without Xiao Yangyi's heart-rending shouts and cries, only the beauty and tranquility of words are better than words.

Xiao Yang was also held by his uncle, stepping on the familiar country road, the scenes of his life in this land were like a movie, and the figure became farther and farther away, slowly becoming illusory, until it disappeared completely.

A breeze blew, and the branches and leaves of the great osmanthus tree shook more violently, as if they were reluctant to say goodbye to this young child who had cried alone under his tree for countless nights.

In Xiao Yang Yi's eyes, grandma is a gourmet, and the grandmother in her memory seems to be proficient in all kinds of food cooking, although there are no rich ingredients, grandma can always make all kinds of delicious dishes, every time she lets herself eat with relish, the taste is also deeply hidden in her heart, and it has not been dispersed for many years.

Grandpa is an old man who likes to tease Xiao Yang Yi, he doesn't have his father's seriousness, and he dotes on Xiao Yang Yi very much.

Grandpa especially likes to hold Xiao Yang Yi in his arms and prick Yang Yi's little face with a gray beard, but his grandfather's beard is not as hard and less stinging than his father's beard, but Yang Yi at that time didn't understand why.

Although he now lives in his grandmother's house, Xiao Yang also goes to school in the same school, and the journey seems even farther away, and he has lost the children he used to go with and walks alone.

Every Monday to Friday, when the sky is cloudy and the light has not yet fallen on the earth, my grandmother cooks a meal early, calls Xiao Yang to eat, and then goes to school.

Every time, my grandmother stood outside the door and waited until Xiao Yang Yi's figure was completely invisible, and then returned to the house with old steps.

Spring comes and goes, whether it is a cold winter, or a hot summer, grandma's slightly rickety body is like a special figure, always habitually standing in front of the house to look, when Xiao Yang also left, full of worry, when Xiao Yang also returned, full of joy.

A small figure walked alone with a slightly heavy schoolbag on his back, without a companion, along the rugged and winding mountain road in the wind, snow and rain.

Fell, the small figure got up strongly, wiped away the tears and continued to walk, thirsty, drank the mountain spring flowing in the mountains, tired of walking, sat alone on the rocks by the roadside to rest, with the wind, with the shadow as a companion.

Time is like a torrent of steel moving forward, unstoppable, the sun, moon and stars are still running, and time is still moving forward.

A mountain road of several kilometers was set foot twice a day by Xiao Yang, leaving early and returning late, slowly, the fear on the face at the beginning was slowly replaced by perseverance, tears were driven away by stubbornness, and the immature face became more and more mature in the years of tempering.

Many times we may not be able to change the trajectory of life, but we can get rid of the fear of life and change ourselves to adapt to life.

There is a wide river in front of my grandmother's house, which flows day and night, as if it flows to the distance without tiredness, endlessly, endlessly.

At that time, Xiao Yang Yi always liked to be shirtless in the summer, secretly hiding from his grandmother to go down to the river to catch fish, every time he made his grandmother extremely worried, but he doted on Xiao Yang Yi very much, and was reluctant to fight, just patiently teaching day after day, Xiao Yang Yi nodded and agreed every time, and went down to the river again the next day, and the child's naughty nature was revealed.

Xiao Yang in the river is also like a fish in the water, with happiness, with the child's truth, carefree, all the troubles seem to disappear without a trace with the flow of the river.

The moon and stars are like a shy girl, always showing her face in the bright clear night, at this time, Xiao Yang always likes to lie quietly in her grandmother's arms, listening to the stories told by her grandmother.

"Grandma, why do you say the moon shines?" Xiao Yang also raised his head and looked at the vast universe, and asked immaturely.

"Because the moon shines, it can be seen by those uncles who work on the farm at night. Grandma touched Xiao Yang Yi's head dotingly and said softly.

"Grandma, does Moon also have her own parents? Are they just like me, and their own parents don't want it anymore?"

Xiao Yang Yi's words were like a needle piercing the bottom of his grandmother's heart, the old man who had left traces in the years held back the tears in his eyes, and his wrinkled face tried to squeeze out a smile and whispered: "It's not that Mom and Dad don't want the moon anymore, but the Mom and Dad of the moon also want to scatter more light to those who need it." ”

"Then the moon is alone, isn't it afraid to come out at night?" Xiao Yang still asked.

"The moon is also afraid, but it is a good child, and when his parents are not around, he relies on himself to drive away the darkness. Grandma said with a smile.

When Xiao Yang heard this, he showed a firm look in his eyes, nodded heavily, and said, "Well, I also want to be as brave as the moon and be a good boy." ”

Grandma looked at Xiao Yang Yi's firm eyes, hugged Xiao Yang Yi tightly in her arms, the tears in her eyes finally couldn't help falling, worried that she was afraid of being noticed by Xiao Yang Yi, so she could only hold back her voice, and her body twitched slightly.

The mountain village at night is too quiet, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, the birds have long stopped chirping, the wind has long stopped blowing, although the grandmother hides it well, the subtle sobbing is still captured by Xiao Yang.

It's just that Xiao Yang didn't say it, he put it in his heart, and his little hand hugged his grandmother tighter, feeling the warmth in the old man's heart, as if he was soothing the sadness in the old man's heart.

Some people say that life is like a one-way pendulum clock, which only moves time forward and accelerates the maturity of a person, even if the person is only six or seven years old.

Grandfather's kindness and grandmother's care, although they are meticulous and intimate to Xiao Yang in life, it is still difficult to make up for the lack of love in Xiao Yang's heart.

Although they are people living under the same blue sky, they are too long because of the span of age, but the world presented in their eyes is "a mountain without a mountain, a water without water." "Love sometimes has difficulty in transcending the barriers of the river of time.

The only thing that makes my grandmother feel relieved is that although she can't really make up for that love, her grandson is forced to follow the right trajectory of life under her teaching, although it is still imperfect, but there are no regrets.

There is a little boy in the aunt's family, three years younger than Yang Yi, as Xiao Yang Yi continues to grow up, the little boy also grows up, and slowly likes to follow behind Xiao Yang Yi.

Eat and sleep with Xiao Yang Yi, except for the time when Xiao Yang Yi was not in school, the rest of the time was behind Xiao Yang Yi, many times the aunt asked the little boy to go home, he didn't go, Yang Yi ate wherever he ate.

Xiao Yang also accompanied the little boy for a long time as he grew up, and the smile on his face became more and more prosperous, and the smile exuded the innocence that Xiao Yang should have at his age.

Every time Xiao Yang also returned to his grandmother's house after school, he would dig a hornet's nest with him, chase butterflies together, and secretly go down to the river to fish together.

If the two of them are in trouble, they are very tacitly deaf and pull their heads to listen to the reprimand of their elders, they are pitiful in the last second, and they are smiling happily in the next second, and when the aunt is not paying attention, they will flee in a smoke, and disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

For a long time, the footprints of the little boy and Xiao Yang Yi were all over any corner of the mountain village, and laughter and laughter floated in the empty sky of the mountain village.

Many years after this scene, Yang Yi returned to this familiar land again, even if his heart was like a rock, he still left tears of pain when he looked at the little boy, and that figure became an indelible mark on Yang Yi's heart.

If the love of the grandmother has not made up for the lack of Xiao Yang in his heart and the imperfection of the outline, then the appearance of the little boy has completely made up for it, so that Xiao Yang can also enjoy the love of his grandmother at the same time, but also harvest the childhood memories that the little boy should have for children.

The appearance of the little boy is like the trajectory of Xiao Yangyi's life is destined to shine, shining brightly, like a meteor passing through Xiao Yangyi's darkest life journey, and it has not dispersed for a long time.