After the Spring Festival, the workers left one after another, and the Cheche Mountain, which had been lively for a while, slowly calmed down again.

Migrant workers are like migratory birds migrating between the city and the countryside, following the seasons to go back and forth.

Every year, the Spring Festival is like a vigorous national movement on the land of China. Nowhere in the world has there been such spectacular movements of people. And those migrant workers are the main force of these migrants.

I have sweated and suffered in the city, and I can't get a foothold, and only when I go home during the Spring Festival every year, will I have that sense of steadfastness.

Returning home for the Chinese New Year, reuniting with wives and children, sacrificing ancestors, and enjoying a short period of family happiness is a sad reward after a year of hard work.

Leaving home after the Chinese New Year, it is a kind of helplessness and responsibility to follow the rolling wheels like migratory birds to the familiar but unintegrated part-time destinations.

"Seven don't go out, eight don't go home." On the eighth day of the new year, many people left. Chinese are always superstitious about those auspicious numbers, and in the hearts of the villagers of Checheshan, they also feel that leaving home on the eighth day of the first month is auspicious, and the homonym of "eight" "hair" will make a fortune in a year.

On the day Gu Liangyu left, he drove his newly bought car, turned the car stereo to the maximum, and deliberately rolled down the window to let the thick singing of the fire wind drift all the way.

"It's off to a good start, it's like a fire......

Mei Ruoxue and her son sat in the car to see Gu Liangyu leave, she was reluctant to let the man go, and she was reluctant to let the newly bought car go.

She hasn't sat enough of this newly bought car, and that brand new car has won her the envy of many women in the village.

When passing by the mahjong parlor of Fourth Sister Wang at the foot of Cheche Mountain, Gu Liangyu slowed down and waved at the people on the side of the road like a big chief.

"Seven old men, let's go, come back for the New Year."

"Tooth dog, Liu Yishui...... Come back and play cards during the Chinese New Year. ”

"Liangyu, I went out this year and came back looking for a lot of money." The Seven Old Men did not hesitate to bless his blessings. Every person who leaves home greets him, and he blesses him like this.

"Gu Liangyu, you doll, I earned money to buy a tank this year and came back. The cars and mountains can't fit your doll. There was a little sour jealousy in Liu Yishui's words.

"Gu Liangyu, you doll fly a plane back and forget it. Call you Lao Tzu bulldoze the top of the mountain and make an airplane dam for your doll. ”

Gu Liangyu knew that these people were a little envious and jealous of him, but he was happy in his heart, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

Gu Liangyu is not as reluctant as other people who leave home, and he feels that the outside world has a greater temptation for him. He also has a great loss in the city, and in the eyes of others, he is just a contractor, with the face of a nouveau riche with dirt buns.

Every year when I go home, I show off in front of my parents and fellow villagers, and I can make up for the cold reception I received in the city, whether it is sincere or false.

When the car arrived in Fangjia Town, Mei Ruoxue pulled her son Gu Hai out of the car, and her son refused to get out even if he died.

How can the psychological adults of children understand. He was reluctant to leave his father, he was so majestic and magnificent in his heart, he could do it better than other people's fathers, which aroused the envy of many friends.

"Dad, don't go!" A cry from the sea made Gu Liangyu's heart completely broken.

For her mother-in-law Mei Ruoxue, Gu Liangyu felt a little sorry in her heart, and as soon as she left the house, she threw it to her. It's just that his guilt is not so deep, and he knows that the outside world has more temptations for him. In those days of lingering in the flowers, he still had a little uneasy conscience at first. Later, he felt that this was a man's ability and ability, and those women may just value his money, but their flattery and flattery still made him feel that he had found a real sense of existence, a kind of domineering and heroic man. And these are things that Mei Ruoxue can't give him.

However, for his son Gu Hai, Gu Liangyu's guilt in his heart was much deeper. has been away all these years, and for his son, he really lacks the responsibility and care of his father. missed so many beautiful moments of his son's growth, and before he knew it, his son was about to catch up with his size.

"Good doll, go home with your mother. Come to me with your mom during the summer vacation. Gu Liangyu's eyes were full of his father's tenderness at the moment.

"No, I won't let you go!" Gu Hai stubbornly held the car door.

"Okay, your babies are all adults, and they are almost as tall as Lao Tzu, go back, take care of your mother, and grandparents." Gu Liangyu raised his hand and rubbed Gu Hai's head and hugged him into his arms. The child's tears were wet on his shoulders, and he resisted the tears that were about to overflow his eyes.

"Haiwa, your dad is going out to earn money, you go back with mom." Mei Ruoxue's voice was a little choked, she was embarrassed to show her reluctance to a man, this child's coquettishness suddenly touched the pain point in her heart.

"Let's go, go back." Gu Liangyu took out a stack of money from his pocket and handed it to Gu Hai, "Take it, buy something you like, and give you more next time Dad comes back." ”

Gu Liangyu himself can only seek some relief in this way, and it seems that only money can replace the family affection between father and son. Is it just that those thin pieces of colored paper can withstand the pain of the lack of family affection?

Gu Hai put away the money, he knew that his tears could touch his father's heart. In fact, after a long separation, he and his father have been somewhat estranged, and in his heart, his father is just worrying about his thoughts and colorful bills, as well as showing off when he mentions it in front of his classmates.

Mei Ruoxue hugged her son and watched Gu Liangyu's car disappear on the winding road. The wind blew, and tears fell with the wind.

Gu Xuegao left the next day, he is not like his brother, he is honest, he is more nostalgic for his mother-in-law and dolls, and he wants to spend more time at home.

The children are still asleep, Gu Xuegao doesn't want to wake up the children, he doesn't want to see the children crying like Gu Hai yesterday, how can he leave home.

Gu Xuegao stood in front of the children's beds, gently reaching out to touch the children's faces, without waking up the children in their dreams. They are like a water lily flower, sleeping peacefully in the arms of the night.

Maybe in his sleep, there are also Chinese New Year's Eve fireworks, and the ancient stories he told his children, the mother-in-law Xiong, the three monks, and the ruddy faces of the gold-planting children, like budding buds, light breathing, like the gentlest spring breeze.

Gu Xuegao's heart trembled a little, what was difficult to give up was the warmth of home, how could the footsteps of nostalgia step out of the house. Gently picking up simple bags, my heart is full of sorrow.

Walk softly, walk quietly, whose lights in the morning mist project endless tenderness. Don't look back, don't let tears fill your eyes, just walk softly, don't wake up the spring dreams of flowers and plants, and don't disturb the communication between dew drops and branches. The steps away from home are so heavy that it is difficult to move, but the steps of a man should run for the happiness of his family.

"Xiaorong, go back, the babies are still in the house." Gu Xuegao took the bag in Xiao Rong's hand, "I'll wait for the car here, and I told the driver yesterday." ”

"I, wait a little longer, wait for the car to come before leaving." Xiao Rong stood still and did not move. Last night, Gu Xuegao was so gentle and lingering before leaving home, the feeling of love to the death still remained in the body, that guy was like a gentle beast, I don't know when I would be able to lie on his chest again, feel the passion like fire and the tenderness like water.

"Let's go, let's go back, I don't feel at ease when the babies are at home. You yourself should pay attention at home, that old man who dares to do something to you comes back and kills him. Gu Xuegao pushed Xiaorong, "It's cold in the morning, let's go back." ”

Xiao Rong turned around and left, walked a few steps and turned around, and saw Gu Xuegao's eyes shining in the faint morning light. She knew her heart had drifted away with the man.