Fang Xinning cleaned up his things in the dormitory.

His mood at this time was very complicated, not to mention that he was a little inseparable from the relationship with the teachers and classmates in Black Mountain Town, that is, for his personal future, whether this step was right or wrong, he himself could not understand it. He was able to memorize the relevant documents issued by the county word for word, but those words did not make him feel sufficient and certain security.

People say that a broken house is worth a lot, and in this small room, he has a lot of messy things, clothes, bedding, shoes, books, and some pots and pans for cooking. He put things into cardboard boxes one by one, and left some things that were not easy to bring to Liu Shu.

Fang Xinning reluctantly looked around the room, and there were some ripples of nostalgia in her heart: it may be stronger than Liu Yuxi's humble room, and better than the thatched cottage where Du Zimei lived, right? Isn't the imprint of rain on the wall a surreal painting that nature has given you? Is that a horse struggling? Is it an eagle flapping its wings? Is it Wolong Tengtian? The wires in the house are messy, isn't it just to enlighten yourself: life itself is like this, although it is chaotic, but you still have to live it!

What made Fang Xinning unforgettable was a couplet posted on the door: The picture of the snail dwelling room is thick, and the tiger is trapped in Pingyang to be thin; Cross-coupling is; Lonely Samadhi. This is written by him himself, not strictly written, but it is a true portrayal of his inner thoughts. At that time, he was worried that others would laugh at his arrogance when he saw it, but fortunately, there were many mortals around him, who had the heart to figure out what others had written? Well, they just went to the market to buy a few pairs for three or five yuan, and pasted them on the door to make a big red and festive picture, and how many of them would seriously taste the words on it?

He Lihua really took He Qiang and He Miao to find Fang Xinning together. "Teacher, are you really moving?" Seeing that the house was so messy, He Lihua asked. He Miao also asked, "Where to move?" Fang Xinning said: "It's not decided yet." He Qiang said, "We'll help you." He Lihua said, "I'll call my dad to drive." ”

Fang Xinning looked at these simple and lovely students, and said with a smile: "No, I haven't decided where to move yet." He could only laugh at himself: he didn't know where to move, why was he so anxious to pick up things? He is not a person who is afraid of hardship, his home is in Yuanshan Village, Montenegro Town, he has no father when he was a child, he should say that he has seen and suffered all kinds of hardships, but what makes him want to escape from Montenegro so much, and he is eager to go to a new environment immediately? Is it because of the salary? Is it for Ji Meiting? Or is it because of Zhao Liang? Fang Xinning really couldn't find an answer for a while.

Fang Xinning was not the kind of person who was very active, and never cared about fighting for anything, of course, there was a kind of worry, fear of failure, worry about losing face, especially in interpersonal communication, so he simply used inertia to wrap himself in a thick layer of protection. And the longer you are a teacher, the stronger this sense of self-protection becomes.

But now, he has to change himself.

The three children talked for a long time before leaving. Fang Xinning suddenly thought that it was time to go home and go to see her mother. During this period of time, he was busy applying for jobs, and his heart was not very quiet, so he didn't even care about going home.

He hurriedly got on his bicycle and hurried home.

Fang's mother, who lives alone in a distant mountain village, is not too tough, but she is a busy person, either in the farmland or in the vegetable garden, serving here and there.

Today, Fang Xinning went to the field first and took a big turn, and when she didn't see anyone, she guessed that her sister must be here.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the gate, he heard his mother and sister talking at home.

Sister is becoming more and more like a mother, that voice, that smile, that gait. When Fang Xinning was in junior high school, he was supposed to go to school in Montenegro Town, but because the other school was very close to his sister's house, he was repeatedly persuaded by his sister to transfer there. After three years of school, Fang Xinning lived and ate at her sister's house for three years, which made Fang Xinning feel as kind and loving when she saw her sister as if she had met her mother. He can still recite a poem he secretly wrote for his sister when he was in junior high school.

Sister

You are an old play,

Behind the scenes, pots and pans symphony.

Mother's happiness and well-being,

Brother's daily xiangshang,

You're singing hoarsely!

Sister

You run away from the colorful shijie,

Just to carry the family on your shoulders.

Mother's old relief,

Brother's immature dreams,

You dig deep into your shoulders.

With a dark face and a few thick and deep wrinkles, it seems that the mother is already a typical rural old lady. Since his father died, his mother took care of the housework alone, married her sister, and sent herself to college. A person's life is changing her little by little. Once, when reading Lao She's "My Mother", the protagonist's similar experience to his mother made him cry bitterly.

"My single son is back." Fang Mu said with a smile.

The sister glanced at her mother and blamed her for saying this badly. Fang Xinning didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate, just a single. And Fang's mother said this to stimulate her son, hoping that he could care about her words.

My sister and mother were busy making dumplings. As long as the two get together, there will be endless muttering, but there is one point, several times my sister asked her mother to go to live at her house, but my mother just didn't agree, and always said: "Don't go anywhere, I have a son." ”

Alas, it's just that what hope does she have for this son?

Fang Xinning looked at the busy figures of her mother and sister, and her heart was full of self-blame.

Fang Xinning happily ate dumplings with her mother and sister at home. He didn't tell them that they were leaving town, because he didn't want them to worry about them from now on.

The mother let Fang Xinning eat it vigorously, brought him a bowl of soup, and said as if ordering: "The original soup turns into the original food, and I drank it for a while." ”

Fang Xinxin said: "Mother, your eccentricity can't be cured, so I only give him Sheng when I go back." Fang's mother smiled and said, "He's young, you let him do it." Fang Xinxin said: "Twenty years ago, he said that he was small, and now he is running to thirty, and he also said that he is small, so when he reaches eighty, I can't walk, do I still have to let him?" Fang's mother was unhappy: "I haven't said anything about my daughter-in-law, how old do you think it can be?" Waiting for you to be eighty? My mother is long gone, and I can't hear your cool words. ”

After eating, my mother and sister naturally talked about Fang Xinning's marriage.

In the area of Yuanshan Village, most of the boys who have dropped out of school at the age of sixteen or seventeen have already been engaged, and according to local rules, they have to call their daughter-in-law who has not passed the door to come to their homes for a few days of "reunion" during the New Year's Festival. At Fang Xinning's age, he has been "overaged" for more than ten years, which is very rare in the entire village, and he is a genuine old bachelor. On weekdays, it's better not to see Fang Xinning, but when it comes to this year, Fang's mother can't stand it, just like her own child has committed the heinous crime of murder and arson, she has no face to see people, and she doesn't dare to go out of the door.

After a while, Fang Xinxin suddenly argued with his mother.

Fang's mother said: "The little girl of the Wang family is good. Fang Xinxin said: "I didn't say that she was bad, but she went to school a little less." There are a lot of good girls in our village, don't worry about it, I'll mention it to him later. Fang's mother didn't let her daughter either: "It's better to be like this, I live in a village and know the roots." ”

Fang Xinning never told them about herself and Ji Meiting. He sat aside, didn't talk, suddenly stood up, and fled under the pretext that he had something to do when he went back to school.

Sister shouted behind her: "Ning Ning, you come back, sister still has nothing to say." ”

Fang Xinning thought to herself, if you don't say it, I already know, you should give those good girls to others. You're not so miserable as you say, are you?

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