The next day was the last day of the National Day holiday, and the sun was shining brightly and the people were talking.

Early in the morning, the two went their separate ways, Wang Shiyi slipped into the Internet café of the farmer's house, went online to look for audio rental advertisements on 58.com, and after negotiating the price, he rented the audio.

Wang Xiaolong found a small shop that made advertising flyers and printed 300 advertising leaflets, which he wrote by hand, with a photo of his mother when she was young, and the headline was very eye-catching: "Mom, where are you?"

At noon, they each bought a pig's knuckle rice in the small shop of the farmer's house to satisfy their hunger.

Regarding the location of the singing, Wang Shiyi suggested that he choose Yingrenshi Square, where there are a lot of people, and the publicity effect will be very good, but Wang Xiaolong insisted on choosing the bus stop in Yingrenshi, where his father and mother met.

He had heard from his grandmother that his parents had met while waiting for the bus at the bus stop.

It was a road love, and it had been seventeen or eighteen years.

Wang Shiyi felt that he had a point, and the two took a motorcycle to the bus stop.

On the last day of the National Day, there were many people returning to Shenzhen, and the buses coming and going were crowded with people.

The two put down the sound equipment, adjusted it, and played Beyond's song "I Really Love You" dedicated to their mother for a while.

Their actions quickly attracted passers-by.

"That young man is very handsome, is he a singer?"

"Surely it must be, come out and do publicity!"

"I think I've seen him in a TV series!"

"If it's dealing with publicity, why are there only two people?"

In the crowd, someone was whispering.

"Big brother, are you singers, sign a name for me!" a young girl took out a notebook from her backpack and walked to Wang Shiyi's side.

"Little sister, I'm not a singer!" Wang Shiyi said with a smile, there are really people who regard themselves as singers.

"You're not a singer, it's a lie, you look more handsome than ordinary singers, I like handsome guys, you sign me a name!" couldn't resist the girl's enthusiasm, Wang Shiyi still signed her.

The girl screamed excitedly, and then said shyly, "Is it okay to hug it?"

Wang Shiyi nodded, and the girl threw herself into his arms.

Then, a large group of girls begged Wang Shiyi for an autograph and begged for his hug.

After satisfying the needs of passers-by, seeing that there were more and more onlookers, he pushed down the music in the stereo, turned on the microphone and said: "Gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! Today is an ordinary day for everyone, but for us, it is a special day, my colleague Wang Xiaolong wants to use his music today to call his mother, looking for his mother who has not seen him for 12 years, 17 years ago, his parents met and fell in love at this bus stop. ”

At this time, Wang Xiaolong began to play Mao Amin's background music in the candlelight.

Mom, I want to say to you, the words came to my mouth and swallowed,

Mom, I want to smile at you, but there are tears in my eyes.

Oh mom, mom by candlelight,

Your black hair is covered with frost,

Oh mom, mom by candlelight,

Your cheeks are imprinted with this concern.

……

He held up the microphone to his mouth, full of emotion, and his voice was beautiful.

In the song, Wang Shiyi seems to have returned to the small village called Zhangjing Courtyard at the foot of Chung Mountain, back to his childhood, when his mother was young and he was full of ambition.

During the song, his tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Perhaps it is this song full of affection that arouses everyone's homesickness, who did not leave their hometown when they came to Shenzhen to work? Who did not leave with their mother's concern?

Everyone remembered their mother, who was far away from home, and many of them were in tears in their songs.

The girls who were still clamoring for autographs just now also cried into tears.

Wang Shiyi walked to the crowd and whispered thank you while handing out leaflets with photos of Wang Xiaolong's mother when she was young.

"Thank you, I don't know if my mother is still in this world, it's been twelve years, I miss you, child!" Wang Xiaolong said with tears in his eyes after singing a song.

Seeing that Wang Xiaolong was emotional and couldn't sing anymore, in order not to be cold, Wang Shiyi took the microphone: "Today is the last day of the seven-day National Day holiday, I will sing you a song to bless the motherland, a song 'me and my motherland' dedicated to everyone!"

The little girls who were looking for Wang Shiyi's autograph just now let out one scream after another when they saw the handsome guy appear.

The music sounded, and the warm and familiar melody permeated the air above the bus stop, Wang Shiyi closed his eyes and sang affectionately:

Me and my homeland

Not for a moment

Wherever I go

All flowed out a hymn

……

His timbre is good, he used to sing in KTV, and he won the championship of the night, the most important thing is that his image is very good, and when he stops there, it is a song!

The handsome man's beautiful singing voice soon brought passers-by to a lofty realm, and everyone couldn't help but sing along with him.

The sound merged into a torrent, and the sound shook the sky!

That voice condenses great love and touches the heavens and the earth!

Yes, everyone has a patriotic feeling in their hearts!

Yes, in every heart, there is a hymn to the Motherland!

"Wang Shiyi, when did you come out to perform?" When Wang Shiyi finished singing, a voice came from the crowd.

Wang Shiyi turned his head and saw that it was a cunning brother!

"Brother Cunning, why are you here too?" asked Wang Shiyi in surprise.

"I went to climb Lotus Mountain in the morning, and as soon as I got off the car, I heard your moving singing, I thought someone was holding a concert, but I didn't expect it to be you, you are a wandering singer?"

"We're helping Wang Xiaolong find his mother. Wang Shiyi said, and after speaking, he handed a leaflet to Brother Cunning.

"Mom, where are you?" said the cunning brother as he took the leaflet.

When I looked at it again, the whole person was stunned!

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Shiyi asked in surprise when he saw the cunning brother's eyes staring at the picture of Wang Xiaolong's mother.

"Is this picture your mother?" the cunning brother turned his head and asked Wang Xiaolong, his eyes full of doubts.

"Yes!" Wang Xiaolong agreed.

"She's a former colleague of mine!" said the cunning brother as he fell into the memory.

In 1996, after graduating from junior high school and not being admitted to high school, he followed his relatives to Shenzhen to work.

He was still very young at that time, working as a general worker on the assembly line, when plugging in, he often inserted the wrong electronic components, and was scolded by the squad leader, when he got off work, a thirty-year-old sister often helped him, called him to know electronic components, called him to know polarity, he remembered that the name of the kind sister was Wang Qiuyue.

Sister Wang was doing soldering work on the assembly line, and the solder wires at that time were all leaded, and the young girls were reluctant to do it, for fear of affecting pregnancy, so they assigned her to do it.

She did it without regrets.

Two years later, the cunning brother jumped ship and left, entered a US-funded fiber optic patch cord factory, and lost contact with Sister Wang.

At dusk on October 1, when he went to the property management office to pay the property management fee, the fat property manager was holding a short meeting on the open floor in front of the management office, and he had a staff roster in his hand, which recorded the name of each cleaner and garden worker.

At that time, fingerprint attendance machines had not yet appeared, and punch card machines were not popular, and many people's attendance was calculated by this primitive roll call.

The cunning brother glanced around at the workers, who were almost all in their sixties, anxiously waiting for the short meeting to be over so they could go home and cook dinner and take their grandchildren.

In the crowd, there was a woman about forty years old who was particularly eye-catching, with an obvious beauty mole on her round face, which naturally attracted the attention of the cunning brother, wasn't that the eldest sister Wang Qiuyue who came out to work and met? Although they hadn't seen each other again for six years, she had helped him, and he was deeply impressed by her.

Wang Qiuyue also saw him.

The short meeting ended quickly, and the cunning brother walked over and shouted loudly, "Sister Wang, why are you working here?"

It turned out that Wang Qiuyue came out of her hometown twelve years ago, engaged in manual soldering operations in the electronics factory, she heard that the welding work was toxic, and her hands also left a lot of soldering burn traces, three years ago, she left her job, changed her career to work as a cleaner in the community.

"Solder is toxic, I can't do soldering all the time, now I'm older, there are a lot of people looking for jobs outside, and the electronics factory is not recruiting employees over 35 years old, so I went out to the community to find work, one person contracted two people, responsible for the cleaning of two buildings, the income is about the same as in the factory, here, the working environment is good, there is not so much solder smoke, and don't work overtime. Wang Qiuyue said that it seems that she is more satisfied with her job.

"You don't have a home, why are you working so hard outside alone?" Cunning Brother had heard that her husband was dead, and she never went back.

"Who says I don't have a home? I also have a son, he should be sixteen years old this year, wait a few years, he will get married and have children, I have to work hard to earn money, buy a house for him in the county, we will be reunited." Wang Qiuyue said.

"If you have time to come and sit in my house, I'll rent a house and live in this neighborhood now. Cunning said.

"Yes, yes. Wang Qiuyue said.

The cunning brother went to the property office to pay the property management fee and left soon.

Those cleaners and garden workers, after the roll call, also left quickly, picking up their grandsons, cooking and cooking, and the younger ones, gathered in a pile, and were still discussing what square dance to dance in Yingrenshi Square at night, "Dancing Girl's Tears" has been dancing for a long time, and everyone is annoyed.

On that day, Wang Qiuyue walked slowly towards the entrance of the community, and when she passed the activity square in the center of the community, she stopped, where there were many owners' children chasing and playing, some learning roller skating, singing and laughing, and the old people who took care of the children on the stone bench, talking about the memorable parts of their lives, sharing their experience and wisdom. At this time, she would often find a stone bench and sit for a while.

She often sees those grandfathers or grandmothers, holding their grandchildren or granddaughters, walking in the afterglow of the sunset, walking in the direction of home, full of envy.

At this time, Wang Qiuyue stood up and paced to the entrance of the community, downstairs there was a newly opened old Beijing old noodle steamed bun shop, two yuan a yuan, big and white, she asked for two steamed buns, and then walked to a small clothing processing shop next to it, took away some fabrics, and walked to a dim rental house next to the community.

When she returned home, she tore open the steamed bun and filled it with the old godmother, which was a sumptuous dinner.

In the dim light, she eats very deliciously alone.

After dinner, she pulled out a photo album from the old suitcase, which contained pictures of her dead husband, who was young and handsome at that time, as if he were right next to her, and in the yellowed album there were pictures of her son, who was born white and chubby, and was lovely.

After a short rest, she sat down in front of the sewing machine, spread out the fabric, and began to sew the sewing work, and every day she would finish sewing the fabric she had brought back, and then she would go to bed, and sometimes she would be so tired that she would not want to move, and she would lie on the sewing machine and fall into a deep sleep.

The next day, the alarm woke her up, she washed up, carried the heavy sewn fabric, went to the workshop in exchange for the processing fee, downstairs, she would ask for two white old steamed buns, while gnawing, while walking to the lawn in front of the property office, waiting for the property manager to take a roll call.

The dull days passed day after day.

She could have gone to work in another place to enter the factory, her former colleagues said that they would introduce her to work, but she rejected them one by one, she didn't want to leave Shiyan, she didn't want to leave Yingrenshi, because there was her youth and love here.