Crying.

Troublesome.

Wang Qiang felt tired, there was no movement in his parents' room, and he should have fallen asleep.

In the dark, he curled up his legs expressionlessly and hid in the corner of the bed, as if this could warm him up, and he couldn't accept the fate of rebirth for a while.

I don't know how beautiful it is?

When I was not separated, I felt that my wife was nagging, and sometimes I could mix my mouth when I had a meal, which made my liver angry, but thinking that I really wanted to lose it forever, Wang Qiang's heart ached faintly, and his lips were pale.

What about the son?

I'm about to take the high school exam, have you worked hard to review your homework?

Wang Qiang's heart was full of worries about his wife and children, and he couldn't help but recall the gray-haired appearance of his parents.

Before returning to this era, my parents were in their sixties.

Every morning, my mother would maintain her decades-old habit of getting up at half past five in the morning, sweeping the floor, cooking breakfast, and then carrying farm tools to work in the fields.

The father is rare, because he is in his sixties, and he is still carrying cement bags on the construction site with his back bent by the years, just to subsidize his son who buys a house in the city and pays off the loan.

Mom and Dad shouldn't live so hard.

"Alas. Wang Qiang let out a long sigh, blaming himself for not being able to make their lives more ......

Can't afford to make their lives better?

He was stunned, and his originally dim eyes gradually took on a hint of color under the darkness.

I was incapable in my previous life, but what about in this life?

Could it be that God let himself go through it all over again to make up for the guilt he felt about his parents?

Wang Qiang showed a wry smile, perhaps, this is the case.

That night, he thought a lot, and the faces of his wife, children and parents kept flashing in his mind.

Before you know it, the sky outside is already dark.

It should be four or five o'clock, because the visibility is low.

At this moment, the door clicked open from the outside, Wang Qiang looked up, and vaguely saw that it was his father's figure, "Dad?" he called in a hoarse throat.

"Woke up so early?" said the father, who looked surprised as he walked in and touched it a few times to find the lamp rope.

Nowadays, unlike the in-wall switches that were later on, most people's home appliances are still operated by a nylon string.

Smack.

The sudden light pierced Wang Qiang a little unable to open his eyes, he slightly blocked his eyebrows with his right hand, much more comfortable, "Why did you get up so early?"

The father walked to the three-door cupboard, "Get ready to go to Shanxi." "I started rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find clothes.

Wang Qiang was stunned, "Won't you stay at home for two more days?"

The father didn't look back, "Stop for a day to make less money, idle is idle, go to the construction site first." He paused, "You listen to your mom at home, don't be naughty, you know?"

Oh, Wang Qiang didn't speak, holding his legs and watching his father find clothes.

My father babbled and explained a lot of things, which roughly meant that school would start in a few months, and then study hard and so on.

When he finished looking for clothes, his father turned around with a bundle of clothes, "...... you" before he said a word, he was startled by Wang Qiang's bloodshot eyes, "You haven't slept all night?"

"Can't sleep. Wang Qiang barely squeezed out a smile and climbed down from the bed, "I'll take you to the car later." ”

Father frowned and waved his hand, "No, you hurry up and sleep for a while, I'll go to breakfast first." So saying, he went out.

Wang Qiang put on his vest, put on shorts, picked up dirty rubber shoes and stuffed them on his feet, and after wearing them, he got up and went outside.

……

Crossroads next to town.

In the end, Wang Qiang was still stubborn to send his father, the county did not go directly to Shanxi car, you need to take a car to Shanghai to transfer, this era is not as standardized as later, you have to go to the station by any car, many buses are private, will pass through the town every morning, as long as you wave and stop.

The metasequoia trees on both sides may be because of the rain last night, not a few drops of water falling on the tick, sometimes the wind will float on the face, cool.

Soon, a beep horn sounded in the distance, and then, two high beams shone on, Wang Qiang fixed his eyes and saw that it was a car heading to Shanghai, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand.

The bus stopped.

The father didn't get into the car immediately, but walked to the car door with his baggage, "Master, how much?"

The driver's voice came from inside, "Twenty." ”

"Where did I come from twenty, I used to sit eighteen. ”

"Oh brother, now this market, you see that my car is full. ”

"Then you go, I'll wait for the next shift. ”

"Don't, Cheng Chengcheng, I will accept you eighteen, but I said in advance, you are not allowed to say eighteen when I go back. ”

Watching his father bargain with the driver, Wang Qiang seemed to go back to the time when he went to college that year, and his father sent him to the car, when his father always had to bargain with others, Wang Qiang felt that he was not very beautiful in his speech, and he had to interject himself, how similar it is now.

A sturdy man jumped out of the car and took his father, who was carrying the burden, to the car to put his luggage.

My father was a thin man, and it seemed very difficult to carry the luggage for more than half an hour, and Wang Qiang was going to help him before, but he refused, so he had to let him carry it.

Wang Qiang saw his father throw the burden into the trunk, the back of the white and old short-sleeved shirt was already soaked, and then look, his father, who is only in his early forties this year, because of his perennial hard work, his back looks a little hunched, and his heart is sad, his tears quickly flowed down, and then quickly wiped them off, afraid that his father would see it, and he was afraid that others would see it.

"Hadron, I'm leaving. My father came up to me and said, "Remember to revive your lessons." ”

Wang Qiang nodded vigorously, "When you go to Shanxi, remember to write a letter to your family." ”

The father, who had already crawled into his face with wrinkles, hummed, "I will, take care of myself at home, and take care of your mother." ”

The driver urged: "Brother, speed up, a carload of people is waiting for you." ”

Seeing this, Wang Qiang hurriedly said, "You get in the car first." ”

"Gone. The father waved his hand and turned to the car.

When his father's figure blended into the car with dense figures, he couldn't find it anymore, Wang Qiang was still standing in place, and his tears came again.

It's not that he loves to cry, but he can't help it.

Someone in his forties.

Most of his hair was gray, and his back was hunched.

Wang Qiang felt very uncomfortable in his heart, very distressed about everything his father had paid for his family, with the increase in tears, his vision began to become blurred, and suddenly, the trembling figure in the memory of the later life and the figure that had been submerged in the car began to coincide, and finally turned into a hunched back.

The car suddenly drove away with black smoke.

Wang Qiang was woken up by the sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt, and at the same time awakened his long-dormant determination to let his parents enjoy happiness in this life.

At this time, a glimmer of dawn came from the east, gradually illuminating the morning glow on the horizon.

A new day has arrived.

Wang Qiang clenched his fists tightly, looked up at the sky, looked up at the height of the vision that is forever out of reach of the known future, took a deep breath, he knew that now, not only a new day, but also a new beginning of his life.

Poverty is a disease that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Then let yourself take advantage of knowing the historical sky of the changes in the next 20 years to cure this insensitive, desperate disease.