A gust of autumn wind blew from the west, and the propaganda leaflet in the cunning brother's hand made a "bang" sound, wanting to break free from his control and fly, he said thoughtfully: "It's her, it's her, it's Wang Qiuyue!"

"Do you really know her?" Wang Shiyi asked in surprise, it was such a coincidence, he couldn't believe it.

"Brother Jiang, so my mother is still alive? Wang Xiaolong felt that he was dreaming, and he was stunned for a moment, he put the microphone in his hand on the stereo and jumped towards the sky!

This trip to Shenzhen is not in vain!

"I've found my mother!"

"I've finally found my mother!"

A sixteen-year-old boy is as innocent as a kindergarten child.

That kind of joy is not experienced by ordinary people, in childhood, watching children of the same age in their mother's arms, he was very envious, a child without a father and mother is an abandoned person, and being abandoned is waste.

In the crowd of onlookers, there was a burst of applause.

"I didn't lie to you, I lied to you that you won't die, go! I'll take you to her, I know where she is!" said the cunning brother excitedly.

After a period of madness, Wang Xiaolong cleaned up the things at the scene with the speed of the wind and clouds, his mother found it, what was he still singing on the street?

There was no doubt that he wanted to see his mother right away!

On that sunny afternoon, the three of them hurriedly got on Wang Xiaolong's motorcycle, and under the surprised eyes of passers-by, they rushed towards the community rented by the cunning brother.

That day was the happiest day since he came to Shenzhen to work for two years! Wang Xiaolong felt that the motorcycle under his feet seemed to grow a pair of white wings, flying in the blue sky with him.

"It's here! it's here!" the cunning brother suddenly shouted behind him, patting his young shoulder as he screamed.

Wang Xiaolong turned his motorcycle to the entrance of the community and jumped off the car with a pop.

So the three of them rushed straight to the property management office in a hurry.

"Boss, may I ask if there is a person named Wang Qiuyue who cleans up here?" the cunning brother shook his lush hair and asked anxiously.

"Handsome guy, we are all part-time workers, not bosses!" the property manager said with a glance at him.

"Okay, okay, do you know where Sister Wang is?" the cunning brother was a little impatient.

"Young man, can you speak in a better tone?" the property manager looked impatient.

"This big brother, we are here to find Sister Wang!" Wang Shiyi said politely.

The fat property manager glanced at Wang Shiyi and said, "She is in charge of the ninth and tenth buildings, you can go up there and find her!"

The cunning brother glared at him fiercely, and thought to himself, this service attitude, what else do you do as a property manager, next time you organize the owner to rebel against you, it depends on you pretending to be confused.

Brother Cunning has lived in this community for more than a year, and he is very familiar with the buildings inside, he is majestic and high-spirited, strode to the front, and said as he walked: "Your mother works as a cleaner in this community, and she has a hard time alone." ”

In the tenth building, there was no human figure in sight, they took the elevator and inspected every floor.

As they walked towards the ninth building, Wang Shiyi saw a middle-aged woman in a light blue shirt, standing alone like a sculpture.

She quietly looked at the children frolicking in the distance, her eyes full of kind maternal love.

"Sister Wang!" the cunning brother shook his lush hair and shouted loudly.

As soon as Wang Xiaolong heard the cunning brother shouting, he knew that the person was his mother, so he shouted: "Mom!"

Then he tidied up the clothes on his body with trembling hands, slapped off the dust on them, and went straight to the thin body, fell to the ground, and kowtowed three times in a row: "Mom! I'm Wang Pengchuan!"

Yes, it was indeed his mother, he looked up, and sure enough, like his mother in the photo, the years had made her much older, but her voice, smile and spirit were still there, and the beauty mole on her forehead was very eye-catching on her full moon face.

Wang Qiuyue was caught off guard, and hurriedly pulled Wang Xiaolong up, holding his immature face with both hands, and looked at it carefully, tears couldn't stop flowing out, and suddenly burst out with a terrible cry: "My son!"

That terrible voice was full of boundless longing and waiting! That scream contained countless sorrows and pains!

I really didn't expect that after 12 years of wandering outside, my son finally found it!

At this moment, she is no longer a homeless wanderer!

She hugged her son tightly and cried bitterly.

That cry, which has been suppressed for a long time, is a catharsis of emotions and a kind of humiliation washing!

"Mom, this is a photo of you when you were young, and your son has always been on your chest!" After a while, the two loosened, and Wang Xiaolong took out the photo of his mother from his chest.

"It's Mom, this photo is Mom! Your dad was still there at that time!" Wang Qiuyue stroked the photo in her hand and said in a trembling voice.

Wang Xiaolong looked at his mother's hand, which was covered with scars, and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with your hand?"

"Mom is fine, I used to do solder in an electronics factory, and I was accidentally burned by Dianluo iron!" Wang Qiuyue smiled hard, finally someone took pity on her, she had been wandering outside for more than ten years, and no one had ever cared about her pain.

In the middle of the night, she had to lick her wounds quietly by herself, and when she got up the next day, she smiled goodbye to the past.

It is a kind of happiness to be cared for, and she feels a warm current quietly flowing through her parched heart, and the whole person is like a peach tree with flowers.

She couldn't help but hold her son's hand, and to her surprise, it turned out to be a pair of rough hands, a sixteen-year-old boy, whose hands should be as warm as jade.

She looked down and saw that her son's hands were also scarred, and she said distressedly, "Child, why do you have scars on your hands too?"

"Mom, I'm also doing solder in the factory!" Wang Xiaolong said with tears in his eyes.

"Solder is poisonous, my mother will not allow you to do that dirty work in the future! I have money, my mother will send you to study, you should study hard, be a productive person, don't be like your mother, working outside for many years. Wang Qiuyue said distressedly.

"Hmm!" a stream of tears gushed out of Wang Xiaolong's eyes.

"Child, let's go, you go to your mother's room and sit down!" Wang Qiuyue said.

"Hmm!" Wang Xiaolong nodded. After the mother and son finished speaking, they didn't say hello to the cunning brother, and left with their heads down.

Wang Xiaolong walked behind, and when he saw his mother wiping her tears with her rough hands as she walked, she knew that her mother must have suffered a lot over the years.

"Mom, my son is late!" Wang Xiaolong said as he walked forward.

"Mom doesn't blame you, Mom doesn't blame you!" Wang Qiuyue said in a choked voice.

"My son has been looking for you, and he has searched all the places in Shiyan, but he didn't expect you to work in the community. Wang Xiaolong blamed himself.

In the autumn, looking at the distant backs of a mother and son, Wang Shiyi complained: "Brother Cunning, you know that Xiaolong's mother is here, why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"Wang Shiyi, I was about to ask you, why didn't you tell me earlier, you told me earlier, so that I could tell you earlier!" The cunning brother raised his head and looked at Wang Shiyi with a puzzled expression.

"Who knew you'd know that it was your colleague!" Wang Shiyi glared at him.

That day, following his mother, Wang Xiaolong was very down-to-earth, he followed his mother out of the community, beckoned his mother to get on his motorcycle, and drove towards the rental house.

My mother rented a shady cottage.

It was difficult for the sunlight to shine into the hut, Wang Qiuyue snapped the light on, and the hut was shrouded in a faint light.

It's dim, but it's the light of home!

After her son sat down, Wang Qiuyue took out a yellowed photo album from the old suitcase, and said with a smile: "Son, look at the photo of you when you were born, how chubby and cute!"

"Is this me?" Wang Shiyi couldn't believe that the baby inside was himself.

"This is a picture of your father, when he was young, you and him are like a mold poured out. Wang Qiuyue's eyes flashed with happiness.

Wang Xiaolong sat on a stool and carefully looked through the photo album, which contained many photos of his father and mother, from which it can be seen that when he was young, his father and mother loved each other very much.

"Son, you're tired, just lie on your mother's bed for a while, your mother is happy today, go out to buy some food and come back, let's have a drink in the evening!" Wang Qiuyue finished speaking, then opened the door and walked out.

Wang Xiaolong was the only one in the room, and he looked carefully inside, except for the bed, it was a sewing machine, and there were piles of cloth next to the sewing machine, and there was not even an old-fashioned TV in it.

Outside was the kitchen and bathroom, and outside the kitchen window, the mother's clothes were hung.

The room was simple, but it was as warm as a cradle of childhood.

After watching the album for a while, he lay on his mother's bed, which was very neat and tidy, exuding a faint fragrance, which was the breath of his mother, and the smell of home.

Her mother loves her father! Her mother also loves herself! Why didn't she go home after staying alone in Shenzhen for 12 years? A thought soon popped up in her mind.

Twelve years ago, she said goodbye without saying goodbye, and the people in the village said that she ran away and abandoned her home.

He once thought his mother was dead!

He also once thought that his mother had remarried and didn't want him anymore!

But the reality is that my mother has always cherished the picture of her father, and she has never remarried.

The mother did not come back, and in the haze, he fell into a deep sleep, and slept very peacefully!