At half past ten o'clock in the morning, Cen Huanian walked out of the commune guest house where he stayed last night and rushed to the bus station. At this moment, he was going to meet his youngest son, who had come to carry his luggage, and then went back with him to his home in Yahou Street, Lichuan County.

In the mid-autumn day, the sun is warm and warm. Because he took a shower and got a haircut last night, and because he was finally able to come out of the tightly controlled Wuqi cadre school, Cen Huanian felt quite relaxed.

In the distance, a passenger car came from the gravel road in the direction of the county seat, and watching it stop in front of the humble station, Cen Huanian walked over with many people who picked up the station. The thought of not seeing his son for more than three years makes him feel a pang of excitement. I thought to myself that he didn't know how tall he had grown, whether he was fat or thin. In the cadre school, although the news is not so well-informed, from the words of the students, they can still know some of the external situation.

For example, not long after the news of Li Qinglin, a parent of Fujian's educated youth, writing a letter to the highest authorities, spread in society, he heard it from Zhang Xinghua. Because of this, he once again took up his heart for his son. He knew that even if his son was not as bitter as Li Qinglin said in his letter, it would not be much better. In the past, he had been to Baling Lake on business, and he knew that it was very barren, and his son and his classmates were sent there, and it was indispensable to endure hardship.

But Cen Huanian didn't see Cen Xinrui. Since it was a passing car, there were not a few people in the car, so it stopped for a while and drove away.

Seeing the car in the distance, Cen Huanian somehow felt a little lost, but at the same time he felt a little funny: the closer his son came to his side, the more urgent his mood became, is this a sign of aging? Otherwise, why do you want to see your children so much and care about their visit? Of course, if you are really old, there is nothing to be afraid of, you are alive, you have to be old, just like those managers in the cadre school, even if they are very angry in front of the students, they also accompany the disciplined person to get old day by day, and his face is more and more full of helplessness.

Therefore, what I really hope for is not to keep the years that I can't do, but not to be tossed again. Otherwise, what is the meaning of this coming to the world? Could it be that the value and meaning of living in the world is to be a living target for those people to fight?

After waiting for a while, I thought about it for a while. At this moment, another car drove over from the direction of the county seat.

I don't know if it's a passing car this time, Cen Huanian hesitated, but at this moment, in the crowd, a clearly trembling voice came to him-

"Dad!"

Is this calling yourself? Cen Huanian followed the prestige: Sure enough, his son Cen Xinrui came over from the crowd and was looking at him excitedly.

"Coming?" Cen Huanian was also a little excited.

"It's coming. Cen Xinrui replied. Looking at his familiar and unfamiliar father, he has mixed feelings at this moment. He didn't expect his father to become so old. His nose ached when his sideburns of gray hair, wrinkles, a slightly stiff back, and rough hands came into view. It's just that he didn't expect that although his father had the same infinite emotion in his heart as him, he also had a joy. In Cen Huanian's view, after a few years, his son has completely become a big guy, not only has he grown a lot taller, but also has thick breasts and strong limbs, not to mention anything else, just the thick stubble above and below his lips tells people that this young man has entered the most vigorous youth with hormones.

"Let's go to the guest house. "It was Cen Huanian who broke the silence first.

"Okay. Cen Xinrui agreed, carrying the bag in his left hand and his father's arm with his right hand, and followed him towards the guest house.

Being supported by his son's strong hand, and seeing that he was half a head taller than himself, Cen Huanian was very relieved, and all the hardships he had suffered in the past few years seemed to have become very light and light, which was negligible.

"You're from home, aren't you?" he asked

"Yes, I returned to Lichuan from Baling Lake yesterday, and I heard from my mother that you have lived in the guest house, so I took today's morning bus. ”

"Mommy, Grandma, and Limin are all right?"

"They're all well, waiting for you at home. ”

"Good, good. Hearing this, Cen Huanian was very anxious in his heart.

The guest house was not far from the station, and the father and son arrived quickly.

When he entered the door, Cen Huanian reached out and took the thermos bottle, wanting to pour a glass of boiling water for his son. Seeing this, Cen Xinrui took the water bottle and poured it for his father first, and then himself.

Cen Huanian stood by and watched his son's actions, he didn't say anything, but his heart was very warm. When his son was done with this, he asked, "Has Yahou Street changed a lot?"

"It's very big," Cen Xinrui replied, "a lot of old people have moved away, and a lot of new people have moved in." Oh, and also, dismantling and building, the appearance of many houses has also changed. ”

Hearing his son say this, Cen Huanian was silent. He hadn't been home for several years, and he guessed that the changes in Yahou Street would not be small. At this moment, in the face of his son's expression, an old saying passed through his mind: There are several days in the cave, and the world has been a thousand years.

Seeing his father pondering, Cen Xinrui knew that he had a lot of feelings, but he didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to be silent. At this moment, a familiar voice came—

"Principal Cen!"

Isn't this Lao Zhang? Cen Huanian turned his head and found that it was indeed Zhang Xinghua, who came here at some point, and was standing at the door at the moment.

"Come on in. Seeing this, Cen Huanian hurriedly got up from the chair he had just sat down.

"Okay. Zhang Xinghua was very refreshing, and as he spoke, he had stepped into the house.

"Are you out of tolerance?" Cen Huanian motioned for Cen Xinrui to pour water while carrying a chair. From the first day he entered the school, he was told that no student was allowed to leave his residence unless he was sent to the school, and that his correspondence and reception would be severely restricted.

"I'm here just for you," Zhang Xinghua said, "and it's a tolerance." ”

"For me?" Cen Huanian was a little strange.

"Yes. Zhang Xinghua glanced at Cen Xinrui next to him, and took out a large stack of yellowed notebooks from the bag he was holding.

"It's—"

"The diary you were confiscated back then, Lao Liu of the school department found it and asked me to bring it to you. Zhang Xinhua looked at Cen Huanian and said seriously: "You count carefully, there are twelve books in total." ”

"It's really my diary," Cen Huanian picked up a copy and flipped through it, "I forgot about it myself." ”

Lao Liu also said that there are a few books that I can't find at this time, so I can only wait for them to look for them slowly. Zhang Xinghua added.

"This old Liu, it's really hard for him. Cen Huanian said with emotion.

"Also, we have really helped him in the past few years," Zhang Xinghua agreed with Cen Huanian's words, "It seems that there are still good people in this world." ”

"Dad, I'll put it away for you. Cen Xinrui looked at the diary piled up on the bed and said.

"Okay. Cen Huanian nodded.

"Is this your son?" Zhang Xinghua noticed Cen Xinrui who had not spoken on the side at this time, "What is the name of the young man, he looks very energetic." ”

"It's called Cen Xinrui, it's okay. Cen Huanian looked at Cen Xinrui, smiled, and then introduced Cen Xinrui: "This is Uncle Zhang, my alumnus, the director of the County Transportation Bureau. ”

"Uncle Zhang, hello. Cen Xinrui shouted.

"Good, good. Zhang Xinghua agreed, but then said: "Don't listen to your father, the alumni are real, and the director is just a yellow flower in the past." ”

"Lao Zhang, don't say that," Hearing him say this, Cen Huanian couldn't agree. He walked to the door, looked at both ends of the corridor, and whispered, "I heard from Lao Liu that many people now have a lot of opinions on the current approach, so this time Dxp proposed to rectify it after his comeback." If that's the case, isn't it only a matter of time before you leave the school and go back to the Transportation Bureau?"

"I've heard the news too, and I hope so. When Zhang Xinghua heard this, he nodded, and then said: "Principal Cen, I see that your son is very good, why is it just okay in your mouth, and your requirements are too high, right?"

Hearing him say this, Cen Xinrui was a little embarrassed. It was Cen Huanian, who said "hehe" twice.

"He's now—" Zhang Xinghua asked with concern

"Still repairing the earth in the countryside. Cen Xinrui was afraid that his father would not be able to speak, so he took over the words.

"Now I am a private teacher in Balinghu Commune Middle School. Cen Huanian added.

"It's good to be a teacher," Zhang Xinghua said, and then asked Cen Xinrui: "Are you this year-"

"It's almost twenty-five. Cen Xinrui replied honestly.

"Twenty-five, just when it's time to fight," Zhang Xinghua said, "it's just—"

"You know, because of me, he hasn't been able to recruit students. Cen Huanian hurriedly explained. He was afraid that the other party would misunderstand his son.

"Know, know, each other is the same. Zhang Xinghua expressed understanding. looked at Cen Xinrui as if he was puzzled, and then said: "My daughter is three years younger than you, and she is still below. ”

"You are the director of the transportation bureau, what can you do?" Cen Xinrui was puzzled.

"Say that I, the underground party, am a fake party member and opportunist!" When Zhang Xinghua mentioned this, he was angry.

"It's going to be figured out, and I don't believe we're going to keep going like this. Cen Huanian comforted the alumni and cheered for himself.

"That's what I'm saying," Zhang Xinghua agreed, turned to Cen Xinrui and said, "Look, after a few years of tossing, there is no, isn't your father liberated?"

"You're almost there, too. Cen Huanian comforted him.

"I hope so. Zhang Xinghua answered, and then asked Cen Xinrui: "Xiao Cen, they all say that teaching is mutually beneficial, you can still learn something if you teach in the commune middle school." ”

"Yes. Cen Xinrui nodded.

"He has insisted on self-study in the past few years," seeing that his son was embarrassed to answer, Cen Huanian said for him. As he spoke, he turned to him again and asked, "How far have you learned?"

"Oh, I finished my high school classes two years earlier, and I'm now reading books on architecture in college. Cen Xinrui replied truthfully, but at this moment, a sadness came to his heart: for several years, his father could be said to have no idea about his own situation, how did this day pass!

"That's good!" Listening to Cen Xinrui's answer, Zhang Xinghua was greatly admired, "Many of my friends' children have been devolved so far, but they are just mixed in the countryside, and few people can be like Xinrui." ”

"My study is not systematic, I can only read whatever books I find. In the face of Zhang Xinghua's praise, Cen Xinrui came back to his senses and quickly explained, "However, I have done some mathematics and force study problems in the university architecture major. ”

"Look at it, this comparison, the gap will come out," Zhang Xinghua sighed in his mouth, "Catch up with Ming'er, I must tell my daughter well, the environment is not better than yours, but because I love to learn, my ability is better than yours." ”

"Everyone's conditions are different, and the results are different, which is not comparable. Cen Huanian said.

When Zhang Xinghua heard this, what else was there to say, and a rattle came from outside the house.

"It's time, let's have lunch here. ”

"I'm in for a treat. Zhang Xinghua stood up from his chair.

"How can this work, you come to send me something, and you have to break the bank. Cen Huanian felt that this could not be done.

"You'll see the outside, thanks to the fact that we are still alumni of the same class for many years. Zhang Xinghua stopped Cen Huanian, who was searching for money tickets in his bedside backpack, "Besides, the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee in charge of the reception of this commune is my old acquaintance, and he should have a treat today." ”

"That'll do. Seeing that it was really difficult, Cen Huanian could only follow Zhang Xinghua to the small dining hall of the guest house with Cen Xinrui.

The deputy director was not there, pushing back and forth, and the account was finally paid by Cen Xinrui. However, the lunch was still very pleasant, not because of how good the food was, but because Cen Hua had been liberated and would return to his home in Yahou Street in Lichuan tomorrow; as for Zhang Xinghua, it was largely due to his acquaintance with Cen Xinrui. He knew for a long time that Cen Huanian had two sons, and he heard that they were all good at reading. I listened to it at the time, and I didn't feel at ease, but when I saw it today, I realized that it was really good.

Seeing that this young man was loyal and motivated, he somehow thought of his daughter. The daughter is like her mother, she is beautiful and very kind-hearted. Seeing her quiet and docile appearance, growing up day by day, he was both happy and worried. The happy thing is that she is very popular, and her relatives and neighbors like her, but she is worried that she will get married one day, and she is afraid that she will be bullied if she meets someone unladylike. Now looking at Cen Xinrui like this, I feel that if I can find such a son-in-law in the future, I will rest assured, but I don't know what his future will be and whether he can give his daughter a happy life.

I remember that my father-in-law once said that a husband should have three hearts for his wife: tolerance, responsibility, and dedication. When I heard it at the time, I felt that it was very reasonable: people are not sages, no matter how good a wife is, she has shortcomings, and if she can't tolerate it, then there will be quarrels, which will eventually affect her feelings; if you are not willing to be responsible for your wife and children, then you can't live at home, and no matter how tolerant you are, it's useless; finally, you have to have your own career pursuit, otherwise, you can't be responsible if you want to.

However, these can only be written in the belly at the moment, and it is not easy to say it to Cen Huanian. Anyway, everyone lives in the county, and when they can't stop dealing with each other in the future, as long as this Cen Xinrui has a formal and national job, he will take the initiative to propose marriage, and he can't miss this good guy.