Ah Ming glanced at the box, his eyes lit up, isn't this the latest smartphone, he hurriedly walked to the table, took it in his hand and looked left and right, and couldn't put it down.

"Dad, how can you be willing to buy me such a valuable item", Ah Ming's voice trembled a little, his eyes were a little moist, his parents were farmers, he got up early every day, he was frugal, and he couldn't save much money in a year.

"Give your old phone to Dad, young people should use it well, otherwise people will laugh at it in the big city," said his father softly. Ah Ming took out a mobile phone from his pocket, the paint on the keys has been worn off, the screen looks a little blurry, and it is estimated that the best function is to download music and movies.

"Hurry up and put your phone away, it's time to eat", the mother put the last dish on the table, unbuttoned her apron and hung it. Ah Ming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked out of the kitchen with his phone, returned to his bedroom, turned on the light, and put the phone in the cabinet. Pick up a tissue and wipe the corners of your eyes to try to calm your mind.

When I walked to the kitchen, the food was already on the table, the chicken, fish, and meat were still steaming, and the parents were already sitting at the table, but they didn't start eating. Amin walked over slowly, sat down and stuffed the food into his mouth, and shook his left thumb in front of his mother, "It's delicious."

His parents were amused by his actions, and ate more if it was delicious, and put vegetables in his bowl as they spoke.

As soon as the sky was slightly bright, the villagers' chickens were already scrambling to crow, first one, two, and then more. Ah Ming hid in the quilt and covered his ears with the quilt, but he still couldn't stop the rooster from crowing through the quilt into his ears, which made people upset, and it didn't take long for him to sit up directly, rubbing his face and hair back and forth with his hands, trying to sober himself up completely.

"Get up so early and knock knock, Amin is still sleeping, don't wake him up later," the mother complained quietly.

"I'm going to fix the motorcycle, and I'm going to take Amin to town later, and I'm going to do your breakfast," said my father impatiently.

Hearing the conversation between his parents, Ah Ming was afraid that his parents would quarrel over this matter, so he lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and put on slippers, ran directly to the wardrobe, quickly took out the jacket and pants of the trend front that he bought when he was in the market this year and put them on his body, stood in front of the mirror of the wardrobe, rotated 360 degrees, and then ran out of the room.

Walking outside, Amin was still yawning, the temperature in the morning in the small mountain village was still relatively low, he put his hands in his pockets, and his whole body shook a few times unconsciously. From a distance, I saw a few wisps of mist floating above the fields, like a fairyland on earth, and the sun slowly showed a smiling face.

Ah Ming took a look in the kitchen, his mother was walking to the kitchen door with some dry firewood from outside, her hair was scattered, she should have not had time to tidy up, and after a while, she heard the sound of pots and pans colliding inside, and knew that her mother was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, and a hot air slipped out of the kitchen window, and then disappeared.

The father squatted next to the motorcycle, holding a lit cigarette in his right hand, took a deep breath, and touched the motorcycle here and there with his left hand from time to time, and his hands were already full of dust. Hearing the footsteps, the father looked up at Amin and said, "Amin, come and help me lift the motorcycle", only to see that there were hammers, drivers, pliers and other tools beside my father, which were rusty and rusty, and my father kept them like treasures.

"Dad, do you still know how to repair motorcycles," Ah Ming asked curiously as he walked up to his father's side, and at this time he had already secured his horse's steps, holding the rear of the motorcycle with both hands, and his eyes were staring at his father's screwing movements, feeling that his movements were very rusty.

Father shook his head, then threw the finished cigarette on the ground, the cigarette butt rolled on the ground a few times before stopping, and said with a wry smile: "I won't, but simple screw tightening is still difficult for your father, and I will send you to the town later, which is safer, and it will cost a lot of money to go to the repair shop." ”

Standing here, Armin had an indescribable feeling in his heart, not knowing whether it was sour or sweet, bitter or spicy, thinking that he would never do it himself if he thought of the problems he could solve with money, and he would have to change his style of doing things in the future. At this moment, my father was still carefully examining.

"Are you two done, come over for breakfast when you're done, the noodles may get tired of cooking in a while," the mother leaned against the kitchen door, her hands on her waist, and watched the father and son busy on the side of the motorcycle.

"Mom, we'll get over in a minute," Armin replied with a smile in the direction of the kitchen.

Ah Ming continued to hold the motorcycle with both hands, feeling the flesh on his face very tight, looking at his father with his eyes and saying, "Dad, how long will it take to finish, Mom has already prepared breakfast", this posture was maintained for a while, Ah Ming felt that his arms and thighs were a little sore.

"Alright, that's fine," said his father, tightening the last screw, and Amin let go of his arm and walked around in place, flicking his arm and letting out a long sigh of relief. Although the tools were rusty and not very pretty, my father squatted on the ground, put them neatly in the toolbox, and then stood up and walked towards the back room with the toolbox.

Ah Ming walked into the kitchen, stood on the edge of the stove and scooped a basin of hot water, touched it lightly with his fingers, and felt a little hot, so he turned around and scooped a scoop of cold water from the cold water tank next to him, put a little cold water and then tested the water temperature with his fingers, and tried it several times until his palms were all put into the warm water and he didn't feel very hot.

"Dad, come and wash your hands" Ah Ming brought the warm water outside, then bent down and put the basin on the ground, the water kept shaking inside, slowly calming down. Armin stood up, and his father squatted down and washed his hands in warm water, making waves, and he rubbed them back and forth vigorously a few times, and a basin of water immediately became cloudy. The father picked up the towel next to him and dried his hands, and a pair of rough hands appeared in front of Amin, and the smoky yellow nails of his right hand were clearly visible.

On the stovetop, my mother had placed the oil, salt and MSG evenly in three bowls, and the moment the lid was lifted, the mist drifted from dense to sparse, until a moment later I could clearly see that the noodles were constantly being pushed by boiling water in the pot. The mother took the ladle and scooped a scoop of soup from the pot and put it in three bowls, then used long chopsticks to clip the cooked noodles from the pot into the bowls.

"Amin, hurry up and finish eating, pack your bags and send you to town," his father said in a calm tone, but he could still feel his reluctance, and he stood on the edge of the stove and sat down at the table with noodles in hand.

Ah Ming also wanted to finish eating quickly, but he deliberately misunderstood what his father meant, and approached his father and teased: "Dad, why are you in such a hurry to send me to town, is it that I always make you angry at home, so you wish I left the house quickly, out of sight and out of mind."

"I won't let you go if you talk back," the father forced a smile and saw him keep putting noodles in his mouth with chopsticks. In fact, Ah Ming knew that his father was reluctant to let him go, so he deliberately said this, but what can he do? Because there is a kind of love called letting go.

"Amin, is the noodles enough, if it's not enough, mom will cook a little more" The mother asked with concern, and the hand that was arranging the stove suddenly stopped, and she looked at Ah Ming intently.

Ah Ming swallowed the mouthful of noodles after a while, because of his mother's questioning, he was a little anxious to eat, his face was a little hideous, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Enough, you can eat it quickly, wait for the noodles to be cold."

Mother tidied up the pots and pans, and then wiped the stove back and forth several times with a rag in her hand, and the tiles on the stove after being wiped with the rag showed their original light, and it can be seen from her movements that her slightly chubby body made it a little difficult for her to do these chores. After that, my mother picked up the noodles and began to eat them.

Ah Ming was in the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, he wanted to find two good clothes to put in the backpack, lit the flashlight that came with the mobile phone, bent over, put his head into the wardrobe from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, only to barely find two, twisted them into a ball and stuffed them directly into the backpack, and pulled the zipper. He tidied up the clothes in the closet and some pen holders on the desk, then turned around and walked to the bed, spread out the quilt, corner to corner, edge to edge, and put it in the center of the bed. He turned around and looked around the room, trying to imprint it in his mind.

"Okay, no, Amin", his father shouted loudly outside, the rumbling sound of the motorcycle resounded in his ears again, Amin picked up his backpack and closed the door hard, his father was already fully armed and sat on the motorcycle,

"Mom, you're going to take me to town too," Armin said, glancing at his mother. The mother combed her hair, the corners of her mouth were slightly red, and at a glance she knew that she had put on light makeup and stood beside her father in clothes that she was usually reluctant to wear.

"Of course, this is your first time going far away," the mother smiled reluctantly, then looked away from Amin and blinked her moist eyes.

"Get in the car, stop the ink," the father said suddenly. Amin supported his mother's body leaning to the left, her right foot struggled to rest on the motorcycle saddle, and with a strong push, her right hand slid down the saddle, and her father steadied the motorcycle to prevent it from falling. Armin took a step and sat directly in the back of the car.

"Amin, do you know why I tightened the screws," my father asked with a smile. Amin smiled but didn't say a word. Then the mother gently patted the father: "Don't joke, ride seriously", at this time, the mother's face was crimson, and it disappeared after a long time.

Although the sun was shining on me, it was a little cold to sit on the motorcycle, the wind was whistling in my ears, my mother's hair was flying in the air, and I could occasionally see a few gray hairs popping out.

Ah Ming sat on the motorcycle, put his hands on the tail box bracket behind him, and propped up his whole body, his eyes looked around, and rows of trees and rice fields on both sides of the road came into view.

As the distance from the small mountain village grew, rows of buildings appeared in front of them, getting closer and closer, and the father stopped at a corner,

"It's here, you can come down", the father tilted his head and said, Amin jumped off the motorcycle, walked to his mother's left side, and then held his mother's left arm hard, she learned to jump Amin, and jumped out of the car.

After the mother got out of the car, the father immediately took off the full helmet on his head, searched the nearby fresh air with his nose, then pulled out the motorcycle key, stepped on the brace angle with the back heel of his left foot, tilted the motorcycle to the left, let it stand on the ground, unfastened the anti-theft lock hanging on the bracket, bent down and locked the front wheel, this series of actions in one go.

Get out of the car, Ah Ming's eyes look around, the town is really much more prosperous than the small mountain village, a glance, fruit shops, clothing stores, mobile phone stores, supermarkets, hardware stores are all together, you can buy all within 100 steps, and the biggest feature of the town is that the people are more concentrated, the flow of people is large, men, women and children, local, foreign, so there are so many businesses doing business here.

"I'll take you to the station in a minute, and we'll go back, and I'll be safe outside," the father said earnestly. "Eat more outside and don't go hungry," the mother continued.

Parents don't know how many times they said such words, Ah Ming felt that his ears were about to become calloused, he suppressed his impatience and said with a smile: "Parents, you don't have to worry about me, I will take care of myself outside, you also have to take care of yourself, and when I make a lot of money, let you enjoy Qingfu."

"No matter how much money you make, as long as you are safe, it is our greatest wish," said his father, turning his head to Amin.

There were more and more cars in front of him, and the sound of horns became more and more dense, at this time, Amin's heart was full of mixed feelings, he wanted to suppress the excitement in his heart, but tears flowed down unobediedly. His parents stopped at this point and looked at his distant figure.