Because of the thoughtfulness of the heart, the love goes, the lonely person, but there is more abundance that others can't see. The fast-paced passage of time is stretched by my memories, and the quiet riverside is enlivened by the images I sketch. I sat under the same willow tree and on the same stone bench for a long, long time, until I saw that the light of the sun had converged and the time had come to pick up my daughter, so I had to stand up, look around the scenery again, and reluctantly leave.

At the entrance of the school, many parents gathered around, looking at an A4 paper printed announcement on the wall and whispering. I lifted my spirits, slowly approached, and leaned over.

This is a warm reminder about primary school admission, which lists the registration time, registration method, registration conditions and details of the required information for primary school. At this time, I realized that my daughter was about to sign up, and soon she was going to start a new study life, and then there would be all kinds of homework, facing all kinds of exams, and the carefree and unbridled fun would also come to an end.

A short-haired mother, who has been complaining that she couldn't bear the pain of taking out a loan to buy a degree house, and now the score of the rented house will obviously be lower than that of Bibi, talking as if she has seen the tragic scene of her child having no school to go to, and the desolation in her heart is permeated with cold, infecting several other mothers with similar situations around her.

So everyone began to talk about it, all kinds of worries abounded, some worried that the social security score was not enough, some worried that the residence period was too short, some worried that it was not a local hukou, and even began to worry that because their own education was not enough, the child's schoolwork could not be tutored, and what kind of institution to find to remedy. There were more and more topics involved in the discussion, more and more mothers participated, and the commotion at the school gate suddenly turned into a vegetable market.

The mother who is entangled in her heart is like a great enemy, with a serious expression and anxiety that she can't help herself.

I stood by and listened quietly at first, without interjecting. I already have a rough idea of these conditions, and I think that going to elementary school shouldn't be so difficult. Looking at the demeanor of the mothers, I was unconsciously infected, and a strong sense of mission rose in my heart, and I couldn't help but silently think of planning my daughter's study.

The warm atmosphere intensified as the number of parents gathered, and many male parents also participated, and the voices at the door became more and more noisy. I never thought that an elementary school enrollment would be such a big deal, and I was blown away by these sights.

Fortunately, the music after school soon sounded, and my daughter's smiling face appeared happily in the long line of children holding each other's shoulders, and I quickly squeezed through the crowd and walked to the teacher. When my daughter heard the teacher call her name, she jumped up and ran at me, and before she could finish "Good afternoon, Mommy", I took her little hand and squeezed through the crowd again, past the first few mothers, and walked in the direction of home.

In order to facilitate the management and safety of the children, the kindergarten is divided into classes and time periods, and before the children's mothers and fathers stood at the door and kept discussing, or shaking their heads or nodding, I looked back and quickly withdrew my gaze. With a complicated feeling, I chatted with my daughter.

"Chenchen, you're going to sign up for elementary school, you know?"

"Yes, the teachers told us that I really want to go to elementary school. ”

"Why? When I went to elementary school, I had to do my homework and take exams often. ”

"But I can also meet a lot of children, I like to read so much, and I can read a lot of books when I know words in the future." ”

I am glad that my daughter has a vision for school and is looking forward to it.

So I laughed and walked across the road in front of the school. My daughter found a small shop selling beef balls, took me by the hand and walked to the silver square pot that was bubbling with white mist, and pointed excitedly at this and said that, her eyes were round, and there was a slightly shy and greedy light, just like a rich man who is greedy for money sees gold, and wants to hide it but only wants to cover it up. After a few quiet swallows, as she spoke, I could clearly feel her saliva spinning out of control in her mouth.

As far as her eyes could see, in the pot pointed to by her little hand, there were small squares that were divided, there were small brown round meat balls, small golden squares with a finger thickness, as well as fried tofu skewers and blue-black kelp knots, which were constantly bubbling in the oil pot, exuding the aroma of vegetable oil and various spices mixed with each other, these aromas cross-fermented again with various gases in the air, and directly drilled into my daughter's nose and me, and I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

I used to see these snacks every day when I passed by at work, but I basically had an unhealthy attitude and never had any appetite, and today I suddenly think they are so cute, like all kinds of meatballs that my mother made during the Chinese New Year when she was a child.

"How much do beef balls cost?" I asked, sweeping my eyes over my daughter's face.

Standing behind the pot was a young girl, about twenty years old, with a round face that looked like a beef ball dyed white, and a ponytail swaying gently from side to side behind her head. She has a good attitude, always smiling, and her tone is quite gentle, "5 yuan 6 pills, 10 yuan 12 pills, which one do you want?"

Before I could open my mouth, my daughter had already replied first, "I want beef balls." As she spoke, one of her small hands had already closed the glass frame that had covered it, and she looked in with a pair of small feet.

I quickly pulled her hand back, touched her little brain, and smiled helplessly and said, "Look at your gluttony, be careful." Then he said to the little girl, "10 yuan, it looks delicious." By the way, what's the golden one?"

My daughter turned back and smiled mischievously at me, her tongue already poking out of her teeth and licking her upper lip.

The little girl introduced me slowly, "The yellow ones are the fish balls, which are soft, and the larger brown ones are the beef balls, which contain fragrant juice and are also delicious." As he spoke, the beef balls that I had already helped me with were scooped out of the pot with a small silver spoon and put into a disposable round box, and then placed on the glass frame that was buckled on the outside, and told me that the plastic bottles placed next to me were divided into different flavors of spices such as ketchup and Thai chili sauce, which could be added according to your taste. There is also a red box containing long bamboo skewers specially used for eating meatballs, which are also used at will. This series of things was explained very clearly and with a perfect attitude, and I happily took out 10 yuan from my wallet and happily handed it to her.

As soon as I got the box of beef balls, my daughter couldn't wait to take my hand and come up, quickly got the long bamboo skewers, and began to eat them seriously. In that way, it seems that this simple convenience box contains delicacies from the mountains and seas, and it is more like a person who has been too hungry and finally comes across food that can be wrapped in his stomach.

After that beef ball was stuffed in, her entire cheek was swollen high because the space in her small mouth was so narrow. I looked at her gluttonous mouth, and couldn't help poking it with my hand, hard, "Haha, Chenchen, you eat slowly, mom is waiting for you." ”

She lowered her head shyly, then raised it again, grinning with the food, I was worried that her mouth would not be able to control and squirt out all the food, so nervously quickly took a tissue for her and handed it to her, she took the tissue and covered her mouth directly.

Soon, before I could react, the 6 beef balls had disappeared quietly, and after a while, she realized that I hadn't moved my mouth all along, and very sensibly pushed the whole box to my mouth, blinking her eyes and saying to me sincerely, "Mom, you eat it too, it's delicious." If you look closely, a touch of tomato sauce is sticking to her little red face, which looks very cute.

I was also quite appetizing, and looking at her appearance, I couldn't bear to swallow and snatch what she loved. So he shook his head fiercely and said to her, "Mom won't eat it, I'll give it all to you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered his mother. This scene seems to have appeared in my childhood memories before, the only difference is that the present today is completely different from the moment in the past.

At that time, I was short of material things, and I grew up in the countryside, and although my home was not particularly far from the city, there were very few opportunities to visit the city all year round. Going once in a while is like celebrating the New Year, and I am very curious about many things. The old man who walked around the streets and alleys carrying sugar gourds was the focus of attention, and the big red hawthorns covered in syrup were like little hands with magic, constantly seducing the gluttonous worms hidden deep in my stomach, and even calling out my hara. When I thought of the sweet and sour taste, my legs seemed to be fixed by Sun Wukong's Dinghai Divine Needle, and I couldn't lift it.

Every time my mother saw me like this, although she felt a little distressed about the money in her hand, she still knocked on my skull and smiled, took out a few layers of handkerchiefs wrapped around the waistband of my trousers, and took out a dime of a few dollars that I put close to my body, walked to the old man's sugar gourd rack and carefully selected and compared, and then picked a hawthorn with the fullest and no insect eyes for me.

Holding a sugar gourd in my hand, for the young me like having the most beautiful thing in the world, the satisfaction of that moment is unprecedented, I will generally be like my daughter, quickly eat two, the difference is that the remaining four I never want to eat, one is to leave it to my mother, the other is afraid that this time I eat I don't know when there will be again. And the one that I was going to give to my mother, the answer I got was always the same: I don't want to eat it, you can eat it.

When I think of my mother's words, my heart is warm, and when I think of my daughter's words, my heart is also warm. Those mom conversations were quickly put behind me, so let it be, I thought to myself.