It seems that in a blink of an eye, I will be 36 years old. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this age, it can be said that most of the things that should have been experienced have already been experienced. Falling in love, getting married, having children, frequent changes in work, and turbulent life, the whole person has become numb. Therefore, there are very few things that can touch the heart of such age and experience. However, it was in this year, among so many complicated chores, there were at least a few times that I quietly cried.

■One evening in the spring of this year (2004, the same below), my son's hand was sprained, and my wife and I took him to a hospital in NN to see a doctor. The doctor was a tall, thin middle-aged man who was absent-minded. In front of us was a woman in her 30s, looking at her outfit, she should have worked in Nanning. Her daughter, who is about 3 years old, had her bare foot scraped by a bicycle and had shed some skin and bled a little. The girl didn't cry, she didn't look very heavy. The doctor glanced at the girl's injuries and said to the woman without raising his head: "Take a picture!" ”

"Just take off a little bit of skin, I want to prescribe some potion to apply." The woman said.

"How can I help you prescribe medicine without filming?" The doctor said firmly.

"How much does that cost?" Women are very upset.

"190 yuan!" The doctor is waiting for the bill.

"So expensive? Didn't it be more than ten yuan before? The woman's eyes widened and became agitated.

"It's so much money to shoot after work! To shoot or not to shoot? If you don't shoot, go to the side! "The doctor is already getting impatient.

The woman's face flushed, and she picked up her daughter and staggered to the side. I saw two lines of tears begin to flow rapidly from her eyes. At this time, my daughter cried. She hugged her daughter as she pulled money out of her pocket—all scattered, dozens of dollars. What a lot of $190 in 2004! Her hands trembled, her lips trembled, tears flowed, and while comforting her daughter, she said, "Mom has no money, Mom has no money, Mom will take you somewhere else." At that time, I understood what bitterness was, and quietly wept.

■ In the spring of 2004, when I returned to my hometown, I encountered what happened in a neighboring village: a secondary road was being built there, and many houses and large fields had to be demolished. Next to that village, a rudimentary road stretched into the distance. On the side of the road, several low tiled houses, half of which were torn down and cracked, were covered with a few logs to prevent them from collapsing.

There are basically no young people left in the village. Seeing my arrival, a group of elderly and infirm villagers gathered around me and scrambled to tell the story of the disaster caused by the demolition. An old man said to open the way, we are very welcome! But after demolishing the house, the money given to us was not enough to build a room. The field was requisitioned again, and not a penny was given to us, saying that it was used to buy shares, but I had more than two acres of land, and I had been a shareholder for three years, and I only got 380 yuan (the current "* rural" construction is exactly the same as at that time). With no house, no land, no money, how can we live?

"You're looking for the government!" I have to, and that's all I can say.

"What's the use of looking for them? I used to go to them and I was arrested and locked up for many days! The villager said.

"The village cadres colluded with the people in the headquarters and swallowed up all our money!" The villager said again.

I was furious and said, "How can that be? I'll help you ask! ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding villagers looked at each other. Suddenly, an old lady howled, knelt down in front of me, and said, "You have to help us, otherwise we won't be able to live!" Immediately afterward, more than a dozen villagers also knelt on the ground, and there was a howl. I was at a loss, so I hurriedly went up to help them, tears welling up in my eyes.

■On the National Day of 2004, I returned to CX City, where I used to work and live, and there were basically no relatives of mine, except for an older sister, a sister who used to work in the countryside and send my younger brother and me to college.

I almost said that I went back in disgrace, and my state of mind was not even as good as that of a farmer working outside. Many people think that when I work in a newspaper, I deal with officials every day, and those who are close to officials must be extremely beautiful. But the actual embarrassment and bitterness are only known to themselves.

I didn't expect to meet my sister like this. When I got out of the car, I saw a woman in a straw hat struggling to pull a cart full of garbage on a steep slope, struggling to climb up step by step—not so much walking, but rather climbing. There were two girls eating watermelon next to her, who probably wanted to throw the watermelon rind into the car, but they were unlucky and threw it on the woman's body. The woman stopped, her face flushed, and I saw it, but it was my sister. Black skinny black skinny sister!

My sister glanced at the two girls, but she didn't expect to attract a curse: "Trash woman, what to see!" ”

I roared and stepped forward to reprimand the two girls. But it aroused her sister's uneasiness, she said: "Don't say it, don't say it, it's nothing, don't mess with people!" ”

I was silent, so I had to help the cart in the back, looking at my sister's thin figure, remembering the situation when my father was dying 10 years ago, begging me to help my sister find a job, my heart was like a knife. When she parked the car, her sister talked about her work very calmly: there was no day off 365 days a year, no labor insurance, and only 270 yuan per month.

"Who told us that we have no personnel and no money." My sister said.

My tears finally flowed.

(Note: A few years later, poor Sister Yumiao passed away and left me forever.) ）