The Little Station of the Heart (short story) Zhang Baotong

On winter nights, the wind gusted on the platform, and from time to time there were icy raindrops falling. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info I sent Chunyan on the train. She was my crush in middle school and my neighbor. Standing under the streetlights on the platform, our hearts were pounding, always worried that the train would take away the time we had together.

"Seventeen or eighteen years after leaving, the town has become unrecognizable." She breathed a sigh of relief and stomped her foot in the cold wind.

"You should stay a few more days and get acquainted with it, this is your hometown when you were young, after all." I persuaded her.

"I'm content to see you." She smiled warmly at me.

"I'm really surprised and surprised that you can pass by here to see me." I said gratefully.

"Really?" She gave me an affectionate look, then took my arm very affectionately, and we rested our shoulders together. Then, looking at the night sky in the distance, she exhaled a long breath and said, "Actually, I came to see you just after I got divorced, and I feel very tired physically and mentally. ”

Her words pierced my heart like an awl, and I looked straight at her, not knowing what to say to her. I had heard that her parents had forced her to marry a railroad worker in order to prevent her from going to the countryside, but I didn't know that she was divorced. Looking at her tearful eyes, I was a little out of breath with grief. Over the years, these butterfly-like eyes have flashed in my dreams many times, but I don't want them to be filled with sadness and sadness. I wiped the tears rolling down her face with my hand, not knowing how to comfort her wounded heart. She rested her face on my shoulder in amazement, and in the midst of the hug, I heard her cry in her heart.

After a while, she raised her face with tears in her eyes and said to me, "I've been thinking about you all these years, how nice it would be to be with you!" ”

"I've always missed you, too." Thinking of the distant past, I whispered, "After I went to the countryside, I heard that you had been crying for a long time, and your eyes were swollen from crying, but by the time I came back from the countryside, your family had already moved away. Parting with you like this, I felt uncomfortable for a long time. ”

Our hearts were hot, and our hands were tightly clasped together.

In the quiet night sky, the song came from nowhere:

"We used to walk on the hills, and the wild chrysanthemums were very fragrant, and when we parted ways to wander, there would be no more good times......"

We listened intently to the song pouring out our sentimentality in the evening breeze, and let our hearts collide affectionately in the silence and silence.

When a cold wind blew, she calmed down her feelings and said, "Do you still play the flute?" ”

"Hardly blown." I shook my head with a wry smile.

"At that time, you always liked to sit by the river and play the flute at night, and when I heard the flute, I came to the river and walked and chatted with you on the embankment." She looked at the sky as she spoke, her bright eyes like two stars.

"And that summer afternoon, I was swimming in Jiang Middle School and accidentally fell into deep water, and it was you who swam over and pulled me to the shallow water." I say with infinite gratitude.

At this time, the electric bell rings, and the train is about to enter the station.

"Can you give me that picture?" She looked a little embarrassed. I knew she was asking me for the color photo of our family of three. I frowned, was silent for a moment, and then slowly took the color photo out of my wallet and handed it to her. She held the photo and looked at it for a while, and said enviously, "You guys are really happy." ”

"You will be happy, too," I told her, "that you are still young and have a lot to live, and you have the courage and enthusiasm to rebuild your life." ”

She nodded gratefully and earnestly.

With a long roar, the southbound train entered the station. We shook hands again.

"Waiting for your good news." I pushed her away and urged her to get into the car.

"Yes." She jumped into the car as she spoke.

The car drove away. Silence returned to the station. On this quiet station, a lonely and tired heart stopped and rested, and took a new train. And for the heart that is far away, this small station on a winter night will always be a place to stop and rest.

It was midnight, and it was deserted on the platform, with occasional raindrops falling in the wind.

Sending off (short story) Zhang Baotong

The 10 express trains from Chongqing to Beijing would have ignored this small fourth-class station deep in the Qinling Mountains. But because of a sentence from a certain head of the railway bureau, this train will stay here for ten minutes today.

The platform was crowded with many people. This is something that has never been found in a small station that has been lonely and deserted all year round. In the middle of the crowd was Mr. Hu, who was called "Mom Teacher" by the people of Xiaozhan Station. After more than 30 years of hard work at the railway teaching point of this small mountain station, she was leaving here and returning to the city.

After the car stopped, the conductor opened the door of the sleeper car. The crowd immediately made way for Mr. Hu to get into the car. Surrounded by the stationmaster and the students, she walked to the car, turned around, straightened her silver hair that had been blown away by the mountain wind, and waved goodbye to the people who saw her off again. She said, "Don't be sad, the new teacher will do a better job than me." However, her words did not make the familiar faces in front of her show the slightest relief.

Suddenly, a child cried and shouted, "Teacher Hu, don't go!" Immediately, many students and parents cried.

Teacher Hu was already in tears. She felt that she couldn't bear this kind of emotion and scene, so she wanted to go into the carriage. However, when she got into the car, she didn't see clearly, stepped on the air, and almost fell on the elevator. Fortunately, the stationmaster helped her, carried her onto the bus, and told her that he had called her classmates at various stations along the way to inform her of her departure.

After the train started, she entered the box arranged for her by the conductor, sat in front of the window, and looked out of the window. The train moved fast, and at each station, she could see people dressed in regular railway uniforms, solemn and immovable, saluting the moving train. She knew it was the students who were seeing her off. Her heart was touched by a sense of relief that she had never felt before. Suddenly, she remembered that she had forgotten to tell everyone, that the new teacher was her beloved daughter.

Name (short story) Zhang Baotong

As soon as Section Chief Chen entered the house, his wife shouted, "Hey, old man, I'm going to order milk for the child tomorrow, is the name ready?" ”

"Ouch," said the old man, patting his bald cheek, and laughing hurriedly, "this is a big thing that I have forgotten all about, but it is not difficult." So saying, he went into the back room, lay down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and began to name the child.

"Zhang Rong?" A cigarette burned out, and he finally came up with a name. But when I think about it, I feel too girlish.

"Zhang Yang, Zhang Guang, Zhang Liang......" He searched for a few more names in his mind, but they all felt that they lacked novelty. Gradually, his head hurt a little.

Dinner is a good dish made by the son-in-law, with a southern style, but because he is thinking about naming his grandson, eating it is like biting into chaff. The son-in-law was a little distressed and wanted to solve problems for his father-in-law, saying, "Dad, do you think it's okay to call Zhang Feng?" ”

When the old man heard this, he shook his head like a drum and said, "Mr. Qian's child is called Qian Feng, Section Chief Li's grandson is called Li Feng, and the accountant Xiaomao is called Wang Feng. ”

While eating, the daughter half-seriously and half-jokingly said, "This kid has a bad temper, like Zhang Fei, tell Zhang Fei to forget it." ”

"What nonsense?" He glared at his daughter with his eyes and said, "Don't you see that this child has a wide forehead and a bald head, and he may be a genius and a prodigy in the future. ”

My wife interjected, "The children in the yard are all called iron eggs, black eggs, and bad eggs, and I think it's quite easy to call him dogs." ”

When the old man heard this, he put the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table with a "tom", and said with a blushing face, "Eating food, I can't stop your mouth and name the child, this is a big thing, you don't take it seriously?" The old woman didn't dare to say anything, but just covered her mouth and smiled.

The old man was so angry that he didn't eat half a mouthful, and when he went into the back room, he fell on the sofa with his butt on his head, and his brow was tightly knotted.

"Zhang Zhenhua? That's right, revitalize China! He slapped his thigh, got up from the couch, and went to the outhouse to say to everyone.

"It's called Zhang Zhenhua?" When the daughter heard this, she shook her head and said, "The name should not be connected with the birth year, it is erect, and it makes people feel uncomfortable when they hear it, can't they be given a more elegant name?" ”

But what is a more elegant name? He couldn't tell. Everyone said a few, but they didn't meet his liking, and he felt that they couldn't reflect the grandeur of his little grandson's future talent.

In the end, he simply borrowed a copy of the "Dictionary of Chinese Characters" from a neighbor's teacher's house and flipped through it. Still, he couldn't find a word he liked. He was irritable, and threw the dictionary out of the way at once, thinking that he hadn't spent so much effort after being a section chief for so many years. Then he yawned, stretched, and lay down on the couch.

Suddenly, he slapped the coffee table, smiled, and thought: How did I forget the secretary Xiao Wang? He, a college student, a living dictionary, what kind of literary words and elegant words have not been seen? There are also personnel Lao Liu, accounting Xiao Zhao, and Youth League Committee Xiaofang ....... "Hehe," he was happy, jumped up from the sofa, walked to the door, and shouted, "Old woman, go buy catties of fruit candy, I will convene a department meeting early tomorrow morning, and study the child's name well." ”