Hitchhiking

He studied at the Sichuan Provincial Leather Research Institute in Chengdu for one year, and was later recruited as a resident doctor for one year because of his excellent performance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoDuring the past two years, I and you are separated by two places, and we can only see each other once a month, and we can only talk about my mother's lovesickness by phone. At that time, although mobile phones were popular, Chongqing and Chengdu were two provinces, and long-distance calls were more expensive, so I could only make magnetic card calls. Calling you every day after work has become the greatest joy between mom and you. Sometimes we talk for half an hour, because my mother likes to listen to you tell all kinds of interesting stories about kindergarten, my mother's feet are often numb, and sometimes I can't take a step after making a phone call, but I enjoy it. Listening to my grandmother, as soon as the phone rang, you quickly grabbed it and shouted excitedly: "Grandma, grandpa, it's my mother's phone, my mother's phone!" "You look happy, and my mother can feel it hundreds of kilometers away through a long phone line. Every night around 7 p.m., you move a small bench and sit by the phone and wait for your mother's call. After talking to your mother, you will be satisfied with urging your grandparents to take you out shopping, dancing in front of the store where music is playing, attracting many onlookers. Many bosses are familiar with you, and when they see you going, they quickly put on music to greet you: "Hurry up and dance!" "You've become a little star in our county. When your mother is on duty, she can only call you the next day. Sitting on the small bench, you don't wait for the call, you will hang your little head, disappointed, depressed, and don't want to go out, and sometimes you will have an awkward fight with your grandmother at night. Baby, mother and son are connected, why doesn't my mother miss you so much and worry about you.

At the end of each month, I will try to put together my vacation and then take the bus back to Rongchang to see you. The ticket from Chengdu to Rongchang seems to be more than 70 yuan, and it costs more than 100 yuan to go back and forth. I didn't have any income when I was studying, so I tried to find a ride at Wuguiqiao. At that time, there was no such thing as "fishing law enforcement", and people were relatively simple with each other. I always wave at the head of Wugui Bridge, and as soon as the car stops, I go up and explain where I want to go, and most of the time I can take the bus for free. Sometimes the driver is given 10-20 yuan for cigarettes, and the driver is also very happy. Anyway, the seat is empty, it's convenient to be with people, it's convenient for yourself, and there are people chatting together on the road, so it's better to pass the time. Sometimes I couldn't find a car for an hour or two, so I would walk along the Wugui Bridge to the outside of the city, and there was a gas station a kilometer away, and there were many cars to refuel there. I chose the front of the car to ask the car of Chongqing A, Chongqing C or Sichuan A, and nine times out of ten I could get a ride. Only on rare occasions was it late and the chances of catching a ride were extremely small, so I had to buy a ticket and take the bus home. I don't know why, but it seems that most of the buses I took at that time were buses. If time were shifted to the present, I would not dare to imagine it. The first is that the owner of the car does not dare to let people get into the car even if he has good intentions, for fear of being "fished for law enforcement" by the law enforcement department, and the second is that people who want to take a ride do not dare to get on the car easily, for fear of encountering a black car. So when I look at my former self now, I can't believe it, I really have the audacity and fearlessness to see my son.

I have taken the bus so many times, most of the time I got out of the car to thank you and leave, and there are a few people and events that I remember very well. One time was your birthday, and I told you that I would be rushing home before dinner to celebrate your birthday. I didn't expect to go to the station after getting off work early and still didn't buy a ticket, so I was in a hurry and rushed along the Wugui Bridge to the gas station. When I got to the gas station and asked how many cars were not in that direction, I almost cried. Out of the gas station, I stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do? In the midst of my despair, a white Santana sedan pulled up in front of me. A man in his 30s poked his head out of the car and asked, "Would you like to ride in my car?" I hesitated for a few seconds, my desire to see you masked my worries and fears, and I got into the car without hesitation. He told me that his car was refueling and saw me asking about other cars, so he knew where I was going and was willing to give me a ride. He is from Hejiang, and the car he drives is also from the Hejiang County Court, and he is from Hejiang County. He said that he could take me to Neijiang to drop me off, and then it would be much more convenient for me to find a car back from Neijiang. I was so grateful to him that I chatted with him along the way. He has a daughter who is in elementary school and has very good grades, and his words are full of love and pride for his daughter. We talked about you, and when he knew that it was your birthday, he decided to send me to Rongchang and then take a detour to the river, which he might have to drive an extra 70 or 80 kilometers. After arriving in Rongchang, I invited him to a birthday party, but he declined, and drove away without taking a sip of water. Before driving, he also gave his son a red envelope of 200 yuan! I'm ashamed that I don't even know his name, but his kindness has touched me and my family to this day. Son, remember this kind man of Hejiang, let us bless him together.

The other time was from Rongchang back to Chengdu, and I took you to Chengdu to play during the holiday. I held you in one hand and your clothes in the other, so I had to call a taxi. In the taxi, your aunt called me and asked me about your father's living expenses, and I told the truth that he hadn't paid them for a year. She didn't believe it, so I told her the truth on the phone.

When the car arrived at the place I rented, the driver asked me, "What floor do you live on?" ”

"Sixth floor." The thought of climbing up to the sixth floor with you sleeping in my arms made me a little timid.

"Give me the baby, and I'll carry it for you." The driver hugged you and really sent you up to the sixth floor.

I put down my things, took you and put you on the bed, and was about to pay the driver's fare, but he waved downstairs. He said, "I won't charge you the fare, I'll help you." ”

A taxi driver, who is also a hard-earned person, is so righteous, how can he not be admired? How can it not make people feel emotional? Compared to your father, who refused to pay for his living expenses under the pretext of his name, there is really a world of difference!