A week after the dinner, the Spring Festival holiday was ushered in, and after Li Shaohui and Yu Qiangzhai Luyao Xia Xue and others said goodbye one by one, they also embarked on the journey home.

The Spring Festival is a feast for the rich and a migration for the poor. Every year, I don't know how many people tie their nostalgia and longing to that small ticket, travel thousands of miles, climb mountains and wade through rivers, and return to their strange but familiar hometown, just to comfort the lost family affection.

But when I came back, I found that although my hometown was there, things had long been different, and I couldn't fit in. After a few days, Xiaoju will leave in a hurry, return to the city that does not belong to him, and leave endless worries and thoughts for parents and children, year after year, over and over again...

The city that can't be integrated and the hometown that can't be returned to has become a sad and true portrayal of this era.

This is when Li Shaohui stayed at Lu Yao's house, Yu Qiangzhai gave him a warning from the Internet.

Li Shaohui was deeply touched, and the expectation and longing for going home were much lighter.

What's more, for parents and elders who want their children to be paired, if they see themselves returning empty-handed, they will inevitably be disappointed again, and then they will continue to instill the idea of starting a family first and then starting a business.

Li Shaohui looked at the little couple in the station who were either snuggling up to each other, or a large family of migrant workers with a lot of luggage but happy... I still feel a little envious in my heart. He looked at his watch, and there were still more than two hours before he could get on the bus, so he walked around the hall a few times, and chose a secluded corner to sit down and close his eyes and rest.

"Thinking you're right here. Li Shaohui was drowsy, and someone patted him on the shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw the beautiful woman in front of him, leaning against the wall, looking at him with a smile.

"Sister Xue, why are you here? Aren't you going to take a plane back to your hometown in Chengdu?" Li Shaohui hurriedly got up and gave up his seat.

Xia Xue didn't answer, but giggled for a while before she said, "Hui Wazi, why are you so cute?" After she finished speaking, she pouted at the vacant seat next to Li Shaohui.

Li Shaohui smiled awkwardly, not to be outdone, "No way, when I see Sister Xue, you will be delirious and confused." ”

"Poor mouth. Xia Xue punched Li Shaohui and sat down next to him.

Li Shaohui asked again: "You haven't answered my question yet, why are you here too?"

"Something happened at home, and it didn't matter if I went back, so I had to go around somewhere else!" Although Xia Xue said it plainly, Li Shaohui always felt that something was wrong in his heart, and if he didn't go home for the New Year, what was there to see outside? So Li Shaohui asked again: "What about your husband? Won't he accompany you?"

Xia Xue shook her head and smiled bitterly: "He's a busy man, how can he have time?"

"Are you hanging out alone?"

"Hmm. ”

"And where are you going?"

"Hey, you're still finished, do you want me to tell you about my aunt's day?"

"I don't care about you, why don't I be generous and lead you back to my house?" Xia Xue's situation in front of her, needless to say, must have encountered something difficult again, since she didn't want to say more, Li Shaohui could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, joking and teasing her.

"Is there such an apprentice who teases the master like you?" Xia Xueliu raised her eyebrows, stretched out her little hand and pinched Li Shaohui.

Li Shaohui grinned when he was pinched, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Who made you the little dragon girl in my heart!"

Xia Xue glanced at each other and scolded with a smile: "Bad thing, then you will also break an arm!"

"Then if I break it, then you will have to be my dragon for the rest of your life!"

Li Shaohui and Xia Xue were fighting, time was also passing rapidly, and after a while, the radio sounded, Xia Xue got up and carried the expensive little bag, pulled the suitcase, and giggled at Li Shaohui a few times before leaving.

Li Shaohui also smiled and waved goodbye, but he looked at Xia Xue's graceful back, which gradually disappeared in the noisy crowd, and suddenly felt that Xia Xue was also a lonely and lonely person.

Li Shaohui was melancholy in his heart, and was very dissatisfied with Xia Xue's husband, what happened to this person, let such a good wife not love? How could he bear to let her wander alone at a time when the whole family should be reunited?

Li Shaohui got into the car, still struggling with this matter in his heart, and he thought of the delicate relationship between himself and Xu Promise, Xia Xue, and Lu Yuan.

With her own understanding of Xia Xue, she shouldn't have anything to do with Lu Yuan, but at the annual meeting, what is the matter with the affection between the two of them? And does Xia Xue have the slightest idea about herself? What kind of heart does she have for Xia Xue? If Lu Yuan knew about his relationship with Xu Xu, would he take revenge for personal gain?

What made Li Shaohui most upset was that he promised to be lukewarm to him all the time, what was going on? Did she not make up her mind to be good with herself and wanted to test it for a while? Or in her heart, she was the spare tire of the second thousand-year-old child?

Li Shaohui looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, his heart was in chaos, he understood that he was destined to spend this Spring Festival in anxiety and anxiety.

This year's Spring Festival is a little special, Li Shaohui's 95-year-old grandmother is sick and not suitable for travel, so Li Shaohui's parents took the whole family back to their rural hometown for the New Year.

Speaking of grandma, Li Shaohui is grateful in his heart.

Grandma is an old-time woman, she has a deep imprint of the times, her feet are wrapped into a three-inch golden lotus, she walks with figure-eight steps, staggering, and bending over, holding a cane, which reminds people of the vicissitudes of life on her. At the same time, she also retains the hard-working, kind, and simple characteristics of women of that era.

When Li Shaohui was a child, his parents had to leave him with his grandmother temporarily due to job transfer, and he spent his childhood with his grandfather, and learned the characteristics of diligence and kindness in them, but Li Shaohui regretted that the absence of his parents also added a lot of sadness to his childhood.

Although his parents took him to his side later when he was in junior high school, his parents had a discordant personality and often quarreled over trivial matters, and his marriage was very unhappy.

Seeing that his mother often shed tears alone, Li Shaohui was sad, so this is also one of the reasons why he is soft-hearted, especially in front of women.

But the unhappiness of the family also led to Li Shaohui, who had a period of experience as a left-behind child, who was sensitive and suspicious and lacked self-confidence since he was a child, so he was extremely eager for family, love and friendship, but deep down he was not very willing to believe in these ethereal things.

This time when he went home for the New Year, Li Shaohui bought gifts for his parents and grandmother for the first time to show his gratitude. Looking at their spring breezy expressions, Li Shaohui was also quite happy in his heart.

After lunch, his father took Li Shaohui to walk the streets and alleys to visit relatives and friends.

The rapid development of the country in recent years has also brought about earth-shaking changes in this remote small village at the foot of the mountain, rows of large tiled houses are arranged in a staggered manner, and the momentum is quite majestic; in the southeast corner of the big tiled houses is a small western-style building with white and green, and the five-star red flag in front of the building is rising and fluttering in the wind, which is the village committee and the primary school.

In recent years, with the improvement of parents' attention to education, this primary school has also been neglected, because the average family is more willing to send their children to the county to study, so that a few years old children have lived a boarding life since childhood, so the most magnificent building in the village, usually only a few village cadres are working, quiet and deserted.

Li Shaohui and his father walked on the newly built asphalt road, and couldn't help nodding their heads in appreciation.

When Li Shaohui was young, the streets and alleys here were all the same color loess mud and sand roads, usually walking, dust flying all over the sky, but this is not the worst, if it rains, it will hurt everyone, the road is potholed, the depth is different, and there are many pools of pond water, often if you don't pay attention, you will step on the air and fall on this muddy dirt road.

And at that time, every household had to develop a side business, raising some cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, geese, ducks, etc., and there were often all kinds of manure on the road, and whenever it rained, this unique smell of the countryside would permeate the corners of the entire village. Therefore, once you fall, it is indispensable to get some feces, even if the rural people are uninhibited, they can't help frowning and complaining again and again.

"Which child is this?" Li Shaohui and the other oncoming children walked over and asked their father. He looked at these young boys, none of them were recognized, even if a few young people of his age passed by just now, he only looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"The changes in the countryside are really big, not to mention that these young people don't know each other, even the middle-aged people of the same generation as my father are mostly old, and a few have passed away. My father looked at the cave in the southeast and sighed deeply, it was the three earthen kilns, my father's home when he was a child.

It was also there that my father and his brothers and sisters flew away, leaving their old and frail grandmothers and grandfathers to run out of gas, and there were the sweetest memories of my father and the most bitter regrets of my father.

Now it has long been dilapidated, and the three caves have been mottled after the baptism of time, leaking out the mud bricks and tiles inside.

The window in front of the cave has also been torn down by the neighbors and burned on fire, leaving only the hollow window frame, telling of misfortune; the wooden door next to the window has also been deformed, hanging obliquely on the threshold, blowing by the wind, squeaking, some dull, some vicissitudes, as if the anxious voice of the grandmother calling Li Shaohui home late at night in childhood.

At this time, Li Shaohui's father also had a vicissitudes of life, pain, longing, and remorse...

"Let's go. Li Shaohui cleaned up his mood and helped his father away.

Subsequently, the father and son cleaned up their mood and visited the aunt and uncle...

But after visiting in the past few days, Li Shaohui was reluctant to go out again.

Through contact in the past few days, Li Shaohui found that his relatives and friends were much stranger.

Except for the surprise of the first meeting, everyone had nothing to say to each other, so after a moment of silence, everyone could only play with their own mobile phones.

Sometimes it's better to meet extroverted brothers and sisters, and everyone can chat for a few quarters of an hour, but it's just some old and whitish old stories, and then talk about whose children have a partner, get married and other painless idle things, which are extremely boring, and as for ideal feelings or something, they have become symbols in memory.

But this is not the fault of people, after all, this is a money-oriented society, no money is useless, no money is a complete failure, who has the leisure to go to the sea and the sky to talk about ideals?

Author's experience: I also came to write about the Spring Festival, do you have any empathy?