I've been to Guan Da's mother's house, in an alley south of the train station. I walked hungry, walked fast, and arrived in a short time. The door of the courtyard of Guan Da's house was open, I went directly into the courtyard, and when I saw the light on in the house, I walked over and knocked on the door gently. As soon as Aunt Guan opened the door, she was surprised to see that it was me: "Xiao Nan, come on, come in." ”

Aunt Guan pulled me into the house, beckoned me to sit down, and asked me, "Did your mother let you come?" Something? ”

Mrs. Guan's family was eating dinner around the table, and there was a warm and sweet smell in the air. Uncle Guan greeted me and continued to eat with his two sons, hula hula, and drank porridge and drank loudly.

"Have you eaten?" Aunt Guan continued to ask.

I shook my head. Keep your head down and don't speak.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Guan bent down and asked on my shoulder.

Aunt Guan's exhaled breath hit my face, with her temperature, I suddenly felt that Aunt Guan was like my mother, I don't remember when I was so close to my mother, maybe when I was a child, but I don't remember, my mother in my memory is always strict.

"My mom she'......" I opened my mouth to speak, but for some reason, I choked up.

Aunt Guan saw this situation and pulled me up: "Go, go, eat first, I'll talk about it later!" ”

Aunt Guan gave me a bowl of vegetable porridge, and there were some broken vermicelli in it, which was slippery and very delicious. The rice was steamed steamed with cornmeal, not dry and loose like just cornmeal, so I ate two steamed buns with pickles on the table, and the guards were dumbfounded, and pouted at the guards.

Aunt Guan knocked on the table with chopsticks and scolded: "Eat!" ”

Seeing that I was full, Aunt Guan asked me, "Tell me, what's wrong?" Isn't it your mother's bear on you?"

"Nope." I shook my head: "My mother won't let me go to school anymore and let me work in the textile factory in Zhoucun." ”

"What?

"This old horse, what are you doing?" Aunt Guan looked at Uncle Guan who was sitting on the side, as if asking him.

Uncle Guan sighed and didn't speak. Aunt Guan continued: "Isn't this ruining the child? Children who are less than fifteen. No, I'm going to find her Lala, since Lao Zheng is gone, it's like a different person. ”

Uncle Guan spoke: "Maybe she has her own plans, it's okay to make money early, isn't Wei Min doing a good job in the three-wheeled group?" ”

"Wei Min is useless in reading, why don't you work early, Xiaonan studies well, and she is a girl, maybe she will sit in an office or something in the future, isn't it lighter than going to a textile factory? I don't know what the old horse thinks. ”

Uncle Guan took a sip of cigarette and shook his head: "This girl is in charge...... It is not such a fine method. ”

"Not really." Aunt Guan agreed: "Lao Ma's temper has made Lao Zheng accustomed to it for a lifetime. ”

"Why don't you say it, girls can't get used to it, they're used to losing their temper."

"It's okay, it's okay, guard the child, what nonsense!" Aunt Guan interrupted her wife's words: "Xiaonan, let's go, I'll go and tell your mother to go, we have to find a way to go to school." ”

I took Mrs. Guan's arm and walked home, it was already dark, the dim street lights were on, in the misty light, I saw a figure at the door of our house from afar, and when I got closer, I saw that it was my mother, and my mother probably just saw that it was me, and opened her mouth to scold: "Where did you die!" I've been looking for you all afternoon, you know what! ”

My mother walked as she spoke, walked up to her and raised her hand to fight, but was stopped by Aunt Guan: "What are you doing, what are you angry with the child?" ”

"Now I can't say anything, I slammed the door and ran out, I searched all over the street and the school, and I don't know where I died! Such a big girl doesn't understand anything at all! ”

"Xiao Nan is sensible enough, you didn't try it with our family. Come home and let the family hear the jokes. ”

Aunt Guan turned around and gave me a look, and pulled my mother into the hospital, I quickly followed up and plugged in the courtyard door. Walking to the door of the house, my mother suddenly turned around and said angrily, "Have you eaten?" ”

Aunt Guan hurriedly said: "After eating, I broke my heart for her." Xiao Nan, go back to your house and sleep, won't you still go to school tomorrow? ”

I went back to my room, closed the door, didn't dare to make any more noise, and went to bed without washing my face and feet. Stretch out your ears to listen to what Aunt Guan and my mother are saying, because there are two doors outside, I can't hear it. After a while, I fell asleep.

I don't know when Aunt Guan left, it was already dawn when I woke up. I quietly got up and went to the outhouse, where I saw my mother's door closed, not moving, probably not up yet. On the table in the outhouse, there was a bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles, two steamed buns, and a boiled egg in the middle of the two steamed buns. I don't know if it was the food my mother left for me yesterday, but I reached out and touched it, and it was all hot. I was surprised for a while, and I didn't dare to ask my mother, after washing, my mother hadn't opened the door yet, hesitated for a while, and still ate the meal. My mom didn't open the door after eating, so I quietly closed the door to school.

For several days, I didn't see my mother much, although in a yard, either I didn't get up in the morning when I left, or she didn't come back when I came home from school, breakfast was also coming and going, when I didn't have a meal, I found some cold steamed buns by myself, and I didn't eat the steamed buns, once, I was late from school, and when I got home, I accidentally saw a steaming meal on the table, my mother sat at the table and ate slowly, looking tired, and heard me open the door and come in, and my eyelids were not raised, and I ate by myself. I saw a bowl of porridge on the table, washed my hands and sat down to eat. I thought that according to my mother's temper, I would be forced to work with both hard and soft, but I thought that I would not go anyway, I would not work myself, but let my daughter be a child laborer, so I would not go! I made up my mind and waited for my mom to speak. My mother ate slowly, without saying a word, and when I saw that my mother had finished eating and was about to get up and leave her seat, I felt bad again, puffed up, and stopped my mother. When my mother heard me call her, she sat back down and looked at me. I said, "It's not that I don't want to go out to work, I'm in my second year of junior high school, and I'll go out to work as soon as I graduate from junior high school." ”

My mom looked at me calmly and listened to me.

"I'm still a year away from graduating, so it's a shame not to finish it."

My mom doesn't pick up. I continued: "It's easy to find a job, junior high school graduates, it's better."

My mom still didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say more. After waiting for a while, my mother saw that I didn't speak, so she got up and walked to her house: "Forget it, let's go." After eating, I put away the bowl and washed it. ”

I sat at the table and looked at my mom's closed door and thought she wasn't listening to what I was saying.

My mom still goes out early and comes home late, sometimes she's not at home on Sundays, obviously she's out to work, and most of the time I'm at home by myself, no one cares, and I'm at ease. But after a long time, I couldn't help but wonder, where did she work, is she still in the grocery store? Are you still with Aunt Guan? Sometimes I want to go to see her, but I'm afraid that she will ask me what I'm looking for her, and I don't say anything, I know in my heart that I'm worried about her, but I can't open my mouth.

Finally waiting for the opportunity, one Sunday afternoon, it was raining suddenly, I grabbed my umbrella and went out, I was afraid that the rain would stop if I went slowly, and there would be no suitable excuse to see her again. Fortunately, the rain did not stop for a while, and when I ran to the grocery store, it was raining even harder, and I felt that there was a good reason, so I confidently pushed the door open. There were no customers on a rainy day, only two salesmen sat at the counter and talked, one was Guan Da Niang, and the other didn't know each other.

Aunt Guan was startled when she saw me coming, and hurriedly got up and came out of the counter: "Xiao Nan, why are you here, the rain is so heavy, what's the matter?" ”

"Where's my mom? Out? ”

"Your mother? I didn't come. ”

"......" I didn't know what to say for a while: "My mother has been away from home for a while, I thought it was ...... I thought she was back at work? ”

Aunt Guan took the umbrella in my hand, shook off the water, and stood by the door, and I followed. Aunt Guan whispered: "Your mother has been at home for too long, and the commune has sent someone again, it is Aunt Qi, your mother went to the garment factory to work, ironing clothes, ironing one piece and getting money, that work is not easy......

Aunt Guan babbled and talked for a while, but I didn't hear what she said, so she promised indiscriminately, and came out with an umbrella.

We only have one garment factory here, not far from our house, and we often walk through the factory gate and never go in. I turned back and walked from the direction of my home to the garment factory. Aunt Guan's sentence is not brisk, all of a sudden made my heart heavy, my mother was so tired that she vomited blood appeared in front of me again, I was a little scared, and I felt that I was not sensible, if I went out to work, my mother might not have to be like this. As I walked, I didn't notice that the rain had already stopped.

A dusty bamboo curtain hung at the door of the communication room of the garment factory, and when the curtain was lifted, I saw the old man in the communication room sitting on a chair, holding a newspaper, looking at me through the curtain: "Who are you looking for?" ”

I said my mother's name, and the old man in the communication room was at a loss. After thinking about it, he asked again: "Which workshop?" ”

...... "I don't know which workshop my mother belongs to, so I said that my mother ironed clothes."

"Oh, temporary, why don't I know you?" The old man in the communication room looked suddenly enlightened. Then he didn't lift his buttocks, and pointed through the window glass: "The row of bungalows in front, go find it yourself!" ”

Since then, the three words "temporary worker" have been deeply seared in my brain like a red-hot soldering iron, and the contemptuous tone and condescending appearance of the old man in the communication room when he said these three words, let me know for the first time that there are noble and low in ordinary people, and the first time I looked at my mother from the eyes of a stranger. I don't know that my mother is so low in the eyes of others, it's not worth mentioning.

Outside the door of the first row of bungalows hung a sign in white paint and red letters, which read "Ironing Workshop". The door was open, just walked to the door, I felt a hot wave of air rushing to the face, the air wave also mixed with a strange smell, facing the air wave into it, I found that it was very large, a wide workbench across the whole room, more than a dozen middle-aged women were distributed around the board, and there was a row of lamps that only shone on the workbench in the middle, and under the lamp were densely packed power sockets, and each socket was plugged into an electric iron in twos and threes. It's still spring outside, and although it's a tail, I still put a thin acrylic shirt under my blouse, but here, everyone wears very little, some roll up their sleeves high, some wear short sleeves directly, and everyone has a rack behind them to hang ironed clothes, and the room is very full.

I walked in through the doorway, and the people who were working near the door looked up at me curiously, but no one stopped what they were doing. I looked in from the door, I didn't see my mother, somehow suddenly lost the courage to ask, I hesitated to go inside, halfway to my mother, everyone bowed their heads and was nervously busy. There was smoke in the room, and I identified them one by one, and after looking for a while, I suddenly saw my mother. She was on the innermost stage, in a crowd of middle-aged women, and my mother looked very short. I saw my mother with her head down, her lips pursed tightly, and she seemed to be struggling to hold the iron, and the light in front of her made her face red, and the hair on the side of her face was wet and sticking to her face. I walked behind my mom and screamed, but my mom didn't hear it, but the aunt on the other side saw me and knocked on the countertop with a squirting can, and my mom suddenly realized, and the aunt gestured with her chin, and my mom turned around and saw me. I was surprised and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"I'll bring you an umbrella."

"It's raining?"

"yes...... Not now."

"Oh, take the umbrella back if you don't get down, get out quickly, it's hot here, and it's flashing again."

"Leave your umbrella here."

"Why do you leave an umbrella if you don't get down? Take it back! ”

"What if we do it again? Put it here. ”

"Why don't you listen to me when I tell you to take it, it won't rain now. Go, go. ”

I was pushed out of the workshop by my mother, I took the umbrella and walked away without looking back. When I left the factory gate, my tears were falling in my eyes, and I walked briskly along the street with my head down, afraid of meeting acquaintances. I don't know why I started crying, I can't say it, I feel sour anyway.

When I got home, I didn't want to move, I took off my shoes and went to bed, but I couldn't sleep under the quilt. I always hoped that my mother would go out to work, be like a normal person, go to and from work, get along with others, stop being like a lost shadow and only float around in her yard, and improve the life of the family, eat a little better, and maybe add a dress or two, but now I think about these and suddenly feel very selfish, just thinking about myself, ignoring my mother's feelings.

I couldn't lie down and rolled over. Look at the sky is almost dark, go to the kitchen to light the fire in the stove, add water to the pot, follow my mother's example, put the bamboo grate on the rack, take three cold steamed buns and put them on it, cover the pot, sit in front of the stove and pull the bellows, the wind blows into the stove, and the flames instantly rise.

After boiling the steamed buns, I used chopsticks to clip them one by one into a porcelain basin, covered them with a cage cloth, picked out the grate with chopsticks, hung it on the nails on the wall, and then scooped up a handful of rice and threw it into the boiling water in the pot.

There was a small pickle jar in the corner of the kitchen, and I opened the lid and fished out a pickle head, which I put on the cutting board and shredded. I cut very slowly, as thin as I could. When I do this, I think about how my mom did it every step of the way, she is like a textbook, and after doing it, I don't think it is that difficult, and as I do it, my heart opens up, I see my own strength, and I laugh from my heart.

When my mother came back, the hot steamed buns were already cold, and they were still soft because they were covered with a cage cloth. I scooped two bowls of porridge, put the steamed buns on the table, and put the pickle bowl in the middle. My mom didn't say anything, but judging by the expression on her face, she was still a little relieved, and that was enough, and I didn't expect her to praise me. My mother seemed to be very thirsty, and after a few bites, she saw the bottom of the bowl, and I diligently went to fill it up.

"There's still something in the pot."

"Hmm."

My mom buried herself in eating, and I watched my mom eat while eating, feeling happy and feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"You don't need to do this in the future, hurry up and write your homework after school."

"I'm done."

"I won't read the book when I'm done!"

"Oh."

I kindly agreed. After seeing my mother finish eating, she immediately put away the bowl and went to the water pipe in the yard to wash it.

When I go to bed at night, the bad mood of the day is swept away, tossing and turning, and I am so excited that I can't sleep, but I can still do it! I must be able to do more, I want to use my own power to change this family, so that my mother can live well, stay away from those snobs, no, just let them see, make them red-eyed, angry, and better angry. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and when I turned over and accidentally hit the stake at the head of the bed, my head hurt, and I still couldn't suppress the joy in my heart, I grew up, grew up!