Xicheng County has a total of eighteen townships, known as "eight mountains, one water and one field", the land is scarce and thin, divided into the east, the west and the north, the east is the junction of the provincial capital, the plain is sandwiched with hills, the terrain is relatively flat, the west and the north are all the symbols of the majestic and vertical and horizontal Funiu Mountain, fortunately, there is a national highway crossing in the west, the traffic is convenient, there is only one provincial highway in the north, the road is narrow, the shuttle bus fell off the cliff before, so in people's impression, the north is the place that people least yearn for, and Jixiang Town is in the most remote township in the north. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ancients said: Poor go up the mountain and go down to the river. In the past two years, with the adjustment of the economic structure of the climate, people rely on water to eat the mountains, the people in the mountains have also become rich, the medicinal materials in the mountains are precious and the goods in the mountains are simple, just like pork. The mountains have become rich, which has led to the development of the entire Xicheng economy, that is, real estate, is it rich in Xiachuan, can there be a house in Xicheng County, which is a symbol of capable people. And being poor in the mountains is meaningful, not to mention sorghum.

Gao Fushun dug his heart and would not believe it, his son Sorghum will go to apply for the special post, and will be assigned to Jixiang Town, he should tell him in advance, or tell his mother Yang Yuli in advance, he has been on the front line of flood relief in Beishan recently, but not in Jixiang Town, where to live is a month, no water and electricity, eat and drink nervously, sometimes even the rain is frightened not to say, only took a change of clothes, the first day to take off the clothes to dry, can only wear acid clothes to continue the war, especially underwear, a smell, next to **, It's uncomfortable all over, and it's a little embarrassing to see people. The most important thing is that there is danger to life at all times, once, just after the rain, to register the survey and register the landslide area, the above unconsciously rolled down a big stone or two big stones rolling alive in front of themselves, making people feel terrified and frightened, if you go fast for two seconds, this is already in the ghost gate to enjoy the blessings, and one of their female colleagues in the second day after the disaster, wearing sandals to get here, all the way trembling as if walking on thin ice, but also carelessly Jingzhou will touch the left foot thumb nail cover to the open teeth grinning flesh and blood, Ten fingers connected to the heart, she suddenly lost her face and sweated profusely, but when she inquired about the surrounding more than 20 miles, there were no doctors around, but fortunately, the female colleague had two menstrual pads in her bag, wrapped her thumb, dragged a weed on the side of the road and tied it tightly, so that another young and strong colleague escorted her down the flood battlefield. In the place of flood fighting, he was immersed in the scene like a year, he also secretly scolded when he went down the mountain today, what bird does not lay eggs, I will not go to break my tendons, and after coming back, his son told him that he is going to teach in Jixiang Town, and he will report tomorrow, and Jixiang Town is separated from the place where he is relieved by the disaster, and it is also a hard-hit area, this news is really like a slap in the head is to make him think of obstruction for half an hour.

At that time, Sorghum was concentrating on chatting with Pang Xiaoya at home, which was the homework assigned to him by Pang Xiaoya. On the day she left Nandu, Pang Xiaoya kept holding Sorghum's hand tightly, for fear that Sorghum would be lost, Pang Xiaoya's hand was very soft, weak and boneless, speechless all the way, until it was sent to the station, Sorghum was about to get on the train, Pang Xiaoya made a phone gesture and said, remember to let me see your smile every day, remember to let me hear your voice every day. Sorghum nodded, sat in the car, looked at Pang Xiaoya's lonely figure, and felt as if he had lost his soul. For this reason, video chatting with Pang Xiaoya every day is a thunderous homework, Pang Xiaoya is coquettish every day, and if she doesn't video for a day, Pang Xiaoya will be temperamental.

Early in the morning, Pang Xiaoya sent a WeChat message, saying: "Open your eyes and see that the sun is still there, and you are gone, 55555." ”

"I am the sunshine on you." Sorghum smiled back and said.

"This sun only tans the skin, not the heart, 55555."

"55555, crying and mourning, stinky duck, be happy, if you do this again, I will sit in the nine gods."

"You drink God Bar, last night I heard that the root of your tongue was straight, and your words were incoherent, do you remember the video between you and me in the middle, a group of fox friends and dog friends like that, sticking out their tongues and sticking out their tongues, whistling and whistling, and the words they say are unbearable, I will learn from you."

"Don't, isn't that happy?"

"That's showing off, my existence is for you to save face, right?"

"No matter what face, I'm lagging behind, and my classmates and children will call me uncle."

"What? Hit, or forced marriage, tomorrow and do not specify who will be with whom? ”

"It's a disappointment, but it's also, now the society doesn't talk about raw rice cooked and matured, it's just popping corn, and it should be scattered."

"Sorghum, what do you mean by that? You'll have to explain it to me. ”

Sorghum knew that he had stabbed the hornet's nest, Pang Xiaoya was very willful, and when he turned his face, he felt that he had empathized and said goodbye overnight, so he immediately changed the topic and said: "How are you looking for a job?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense with me, what should I scatter and disperse? You'll have to explain it to me. ”

"My aunt, don't think about it, it's not a classmate holding a child last night, didn't you also see it on the video, the child's face is like a thrush, the child is so old, and the two divorced last month. The classmate said that in the current society, not to mention raw rice cooked and matured, it is just popping corn, and it should be scattered. I'm just quoting the original. ”

Pang Xiaoya was silent for a while, and said: "Don't associate with them, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, follow the flies to find the toilet, and follow the bees to find flowers." People are the only people who can accept hints, hints are subtle power and the effect of hearing and seeing, no matter who they complain about divorce, we can't learn from him, dear, love you for 10,000 years. ”

"Let's not mention them, how are you looking for a job?"

"I found out that the university spent four years of tuition in exchange for an invoice that looked like a diploma, and this invoice was difficult to reimburse to the society.

I went around the talent market, it was a sea of people, there were all kinds of birds, there were all kinds of birds, some bird forests also regarded me as an ordinary employee, and the wages offered were more disgusting than those of migrant workers, and some were more disgusting, so I was asked to be the secretary of the leader, and when I asked the leader to be a man, I didn't go to the troubled waters. ”

"Then I'll raise you."

"Really, this is like my man, kiss you."

"Kiss you."

"Kiss you."

"Kiss you."

Gao Fushun pushed the door and entered it was already sunset, the home was extremely cool under the high-speed movement of the air conditioner, Sorghum sat on the sofa, lying on the sofa, the light of the fluorescent screen of the mobile phone flickered on Sorghum's face, and saw his son disappear without a trace in an instant of his suffering and tiredness on the front line of flood fighting, he changed his shoes and said: "When did you come back?" ”

"It's been almost half a month." Sorghum was in high spirits, his body just leaned closer to the back of the sofa, looked up at Gao Fushun, and locked his eyes on the fluorescent screen, he sent a message back to Pang Xiaoya, "The old man is back, and then we will talk." ”

Gao Fushun took a hot shower and entered the kitchen, the kitchen was covered with a cold stove, it seemed that Yang Yuli had not fulfilled her responsibilities as a good wife and mother, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart.

"Where's your mother?"

"I haven't seen her since the day I came back." Sorghum said calmly.

"You've been out there making do?" Gao Fushun sat down and finally calmed down.

Seeing his father sitting opposite, Gao Liang turned off his mobile phone and looked at his father very intently, Gao Fushun had lost a lot of weight, his forehead had been ploughed by deep wrinkles, and his cheekbones collapsed like a protruding reef after the tide receded, shining with a dark luster.

"Haven't you always been invisible?" Sorghum spoke quickly, appearing a little agitated, obviously in a reproachful tone.

"I went to Beishan to fight the flood, our Xicheng County suffered a hundred years of heavy rain, several towns in Beishan were blown to the endure, I have been there to survey landslides, village by village and mountain registration, the people there are too pitiful, decades of family business by God soaked in urine without a trace, some relatives were washed away, and young and strong, some fellow villagers saw us, seemed to see the big savior, not to say a word, is crying, crying that is called a sad, but we are helpless, I can only leave a little instant noodle drink for them when I went up the mountain, and in the end we will get a few hungry meals, and I will take you to see it when I take time, and I will take you to see it, so that you can know what a sweet day is, what a good life is, and what a good Communist Party is. Gao Fushun said with relish, the scene of the flood fight is vivid, this is the best thanksgiving textbook, this is a memory of the bittersweet and full of positive energy of the textbook, he has countless times conceived of letting his son feel the rural life, experience the hard days of the people after the disaster, sorghum grows so big on the lack of suffering tempering, lack of frustration grinding, he saw such a sentence a few months ago, as a parent, if the consumable wealth left to the child is unreliable, only leave the child some productive wealth, is really responsible for them. He was thinking in his heart whether he would pit sorghum in the days when he gave sorghum "clothes to reach out for food and open his mouth", and there are many vivid examples around him, the neighbor's child failed an exam, couldn't withstand the blow, and committed suicide by jumping from the school building. Today's children not only have their bones, but also have the selfish idea of "I am in charge of my life".

"I was admitted to the special post teacher and assigned to Jixiang Town, and I heard that it is in Beishan." Sorghum cut off his father's train of thought and said casually, "I'll report for duty tomorrow." ”

A word to seal his throat, Gao Fushun's throat was like stuffed with cotton wool for a long time and couldn't squeeze out a word, the teacher, in his bones, looked down on the teacher, carefully calculated, snarky, and sour, with a poor and sour face, known as the stinky old nine. Jixiang Town, that is the place where he can't extricate himself from his emotional wounds, and it is also the place where his career is ruined and unlucky.

The sorghum face is as calm as water. Sorghum's lips are already covered with a mustache, he is no longer a little meat ball with clear eyes in the middle of the fast, no longer a coquettish elf riding on his shoulder, his smile and smile when he was a child are all affecting his nerves, all happy his life, and at this time he has grown up.

The son graduated from college, higher than his own education, at this time, Gao Fushun suddenly realized that in recent years, his son is an invisible person, from elementary school to high school, every day is to get up early, hurriedly wash, three meals a day are basically solved in school, go home at night into the study to write homework, read, sleep, weekends and holidays to make up classes for training classes, all day long, and then go to college, they rarely speak, they rarely communicate, between them is just a structural relationship between raising and being raised and being asked for and being taken.

They really rarely communicate, and it seems that they never communicate, otherwise how can their son's thinking be at odds with his own? How could my son's ideals be so different from his own ideas? Gao Fushun has a thousand words in his stomach, but he doesn't know where to communicate.

Gao Fushun suddenly lost his soul like he was plotted by others thirteen years ago, even more uncomfortable than then, his son was his only sustenance for more than ten years, his only capital in the unit, and the only link he could endure humiliation in front of Yang Yuli.

"Dad, I will have a dinner in a while, and my classmates have made an appointment, and he is also in Beishan, in Shuanghe Town." The words of sorghum are very soft, and the softness makes people not angry.

"Can 、、、、、、 go anywhere, or change places? Or go slowly for the time being, or discuss with relatives and friends whether there is room for operation. Gao Fushun said incoherently, "I am in Shuanghe Town to help the disaster." ”

"Didn't you say that you would take me to see what sweet days are, what a good life is, and what the Communist Party is good, and I won't take the initiative to exercise in response to your great call?" Gao Fushun smiled innocently.

Gao Fushun was choked again, he was a little excited, and after being excited, his voice raised an octave: "You bear child, how can you take a mallet as a needle, experience and exercise are completely different concepts, do you know the completely different meaning?" Liangzi, many things need to operate, do you know how to operate? I don't want you to be a teacher, but I can bear it, but when you go to Jixiang Town, where birds don't, you will suffer if you go. ”

Sorghum didn't want to argue with his father, so he bounced up from the sofa with a smile and said undoubtedly: "The county bureau has posted a public announcement, and it's all ironclad, and I also want to exercise." ”

"Exercise, exercise, Liangzi, you know what? Life needs a starting point, the starting point is high, you run fast, when a teacher does a small principal, that is, the ceiling, you can take the civil service exam or arrange to a good enterprise first, at least stand tall and look far, you are a teacher also to the county or the surrounding county, you go to Jixiang Town, which is as big as the eighteen-layer hell will never come out. ”

"If the gun shoots the first bird, the one who comes out will be wounded by a hidden arrow." Sorghum said bluntly.

This is an obvious insinuation, Gao Fushun only felt trembling all over, blood spurting up, why didn't his son open which pot to mention, is this still the son he is looking forward to day and night?

Gao Fushun was crying, and no one had to leave next to the sorghum.

Gao Fushun wanted to drink two cups with his son, there was good wine at home, and the son treasured it when he was born, one bottle was his son's adult wine, and the son found a job and drank it with his son, one to measure his son's alcohol, and the other to congratulate his son, congratulating him on officially accepting the baptism of life, and the other bottle was his son's wedding wine, and the wedding wine was drunk by the whole family, congratulating the whole family on a successful family and a full house of children and grandchildren.

But the son left, poured a stomach into himself and left, the son went to the banquet, it was a banquet of friends with wine and meat, leaving him a lonely father, Gao Fushun suddenly felt that he was very aggrieved and sad, a grievance and sadness were tasteless to everything, this kind of emotional taste can only be digested by relying on cigarettes, Gao Fushun smoked again, he swallowed the clouds and spit out the smoke alone, and saw the cigarette butts show red light under the white ash, and his sorrow also went up with the blue smoke, and then disappeared.