A small mountain village deep in Bashan.

Surrounded by mountains, the top of the mountain is covered by clouds and mist, the slopes are soaked in forests, and there are several farmhouse houses scattered halfway up the mountain. There is a small river at the foot of the mountain, the water is crystal clear, and the sound of the river flowing can be faintly heard. A middle-aged rural woman is squatting by the river, hammering her clothes on a stone with a mallet in hand. Suddenly, a crisp cry came from the hillside:

"Mom——, dad is writing again—"

The woman looked back up the slope, and a girl of seventeen or eighteen was running happily down the mountain road with an envelope and unfolded letter in her hand, and she could not help shouting, "Dead girl!

The girl's name is Zhao Ling, her figure is well-proportioned, she has grown slim, her face is also very handsome, her complexion is particularly good, white and red, like a ripe peach, exuding an attractive brilliance. He has a crisp voice and often sings folk songs in his mouth, which is as cute as a lark in the mountains. Zhao Ling trotted happily and sang a Sichuan folk song in his mouth:

"The sun came out to feed, beaming with joy, shouldering the flat shoulder, pulling wildly, going up the hill Oh-----"

At that time, the sun was already setting, and there was no time limit for singing. Zhao Ling trotted to the river, stretched out the letter to his mother, and happily pointed while saying:

He said that he had an apprentice, Niu Liang, who drove a taxi very well, converted an ordinary Santana into a luxury Santana, with star-rated service and mass consumption, and he was very handsome, and he suddenly became famous in Beijing and became a news figure! He also got a lot of light, and now many students who go to the training center to learn to drive are named to learn to drive with Dad! Dad's income commission has also increased a lot, and this is another thousand yuan!

Zhao Ling's mother looked at the letter while listening to her daughter's silver bell-like words, and a happy smile appeared on her face. As soon as Zhao Ling finished speaking, Zhao Ling's mother said excitedly: "Lingling, quickly help Mom wash her clothes! After a few washes, let's go back and make something delicious!"

Zhao Ling: "What do you eat?"

Zhao Ling's mother: "Your favorite food: bacon fried garlic sprouts and egg tofu!"

Zhao Ling: "Okay!"

With that, Zhao Ling squatted down to the river and helped her mother wash her clothes. Zhao Ling's mother put away the letter, picked up the mallet again, and struck it vigorously.

At night, Zhao Ling, Zhao Ling's mother, and Zhao Ling's younger brother, a little boy about eight years old, Zhao Bo, were sitting around the dining table eating. On the dinner table is a large plate of garlic bacon, a bowl of egg tofu, a bowl of vegetarian soup and a small bowl of chili bean paste. Zhao Ling picked up a piece of meat, put it in his nostrils and sniffed it, and said while putting it in his mouth: "Fragrant, the garlic bacon made by my mother is fragrant, as soon as I smell this fragrance, I am about to drool!"

Zhao Ling's mother sandwiched a piece of meat into Zhao Bo's bowl: "Eat it quickly, what kind of poor mouth!"

Zhao Bo was disgusted: "I'll come by myself!"

Zhao Ling's mother looked at Zhao Bo again: "Mom is good for you, it's not right!"

Zhao Bo: "Your chopsticks are dirty!"

Zhao Ling's mother was strange: "Where are my chopsticks dirty?"

Zhao Bo: "The teacher said that chopsticks should not be shared, so as not to infect each other! This is hygiene, do you understand?"

Zhao Ling's mother: "Your kid taught me a lesson! What kind of hygiene do you call it? You are a cleanliness fetish! The Chinese have eaten like this for thousands of years, and they have never heard of poisoning a few to set it up! The cleanliness habit is very good, but it is easy to be infected, do you kid understand?"

Zhao Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud, his voice was as moving as a silver bell!

The three of them ate silently for a while, and Zhao Ling looked at her mother: "Mom, anyway, I didn't get into this university, and it's not a way to stay at home all the time, so I'll go out to work, right?"

Zhao Ling's mother: "If you want to go, go to your father's place, so you can take care of it." ”

Zhao Ling happily: "Mom, you really said that my heart has risen!"

Zhao Bo raised his head and said enviously: "My sister is going to Beijing!

Zhao Ling embarked on the road to Beijing with a golden dream. Mother has been sending the dozens of miles of small mountain roads, while walking to tell Zhao Ling some precautions and lessons learned when going out, warning her to be cautious about talking to strangers, don't trust others easily, especially those good-looking young men, many of them are liars, deceitful to deceive, don't be greedy, that is often a trap set by scammers, etc., until Zhao Ling was sent to the car, watching the car carrying Zhao Ling disappear into the distance, and then returned.

Zhao Ling finally boarded the train to Beijing after several reprints, sat on the seat, carefully paid attention to the people around him, and looked sideways out of the window from time to time, and his fascination couldn't help but appear on his youthful face.