Chapter 25: Boy's Tears
Lying on the bed, Lu Weiming's eyelids kept jumping. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Vaguely, he felt that something was going to happen. So even though he was exhausted, he tossed and turned all night, and he didn't have much rest.
finally survived until dawn, Lu Weiming simply cleaned up, and without staying too much, he hurriedly went on the road.
The familiar local sound, the winding paths, and the large green wheat fields, all of these are all haunted by Lu Weiming's dreams. The closer he got to his hometown, the more complicated his feelings became.
On the one hand, this experience made him clearly realize that his bold words at the beginning seem so absurd and ridiculous now. From being full of ambition at the beginning, to now being downtrodden to becoming a homeless man, reality has slapped him hard.
On the other hand, this half year of life has not been for nothing. For his part, his mind is stronger than ever, and his physique is much stronger than before. The experience during this period is enough for this stunned young man who has not been deeply involved in the world, which is enough to benefit him a lot.
Most importantly, he has a brother who shares ups and downs! Looking at the little devil with his tail wagging like a rattle, Lu Weiming finally felt a little relieved.
Yes, if there is no little devil along the way, I will definitely not be able to persevere. Invisibly, the little devil has become his spiritual pillar.
Although the decision to hike thousands of miles was because of the little devil, Lu Weiming did not regret this decision at all, but was glad that the experience along the way made him realize more clearly that the little devil is not an ordinary dog!
I heard this from Po Cheng. You must know that Baocheng has been dealing with dogs for more than 20 years, and Lu Weiming is convinced of his words. Otherwise, the bald head would not have been chasing after him in the first place. But when he thought of the bald head running away in embarrassment, Lu Weiming couldn't help laughing.
Lu Weiming hurried to the road, although there was still some distance from home, but there was already the atmosphere of hometown here, and he was familiar with the road. It's also a long walk in the morning.
In the afternoon, Lu Weiming directly took a fellow countryman's hitchhiker and rushed to his home.
When he arrived in the town, Lu Weiming got out of the car, and then walked for more than two hours to reach the village, which was already more than nine o'clock in the evening.
This countryside is not as good as the city, and there are black lights everywhere, if it weren't for Lu Weiming's familiarity with this place, it would not be strange to step into the pit with one foot.
The village is very quiet, and most of the people have fallen asleep. But I don't know whose baby cried crisply, and the village dog followed suit. This situation has long been commonplace, so he doesn't think it's strange.
When I came to the door, there was no light inside, and my mother must have fallen asleep. Standing at the door of the house, Lu Weiming hesitated, if he wanted to say that he was returning to his hometown, it would definitely make people laugh off his big teeth. What's more, he came back like a thief in the middle of the night? It's too embarrassing to live in such a way. He swore in his heart that one day, he would come back in style!
With a few taps on the door, the lights quickly came on.
"Who?" The voice of a woman with a slight vicissitudes of life came from the room.
"It's me, Mom, Xiaowei!"
"Xiaowei, Xiaowei is back!" The voice hesitated slightly, then mixed with joy.
The door creaked open, and an old woman in a padded jacket shivered in the wind.
"Xiaowei, it's really you, are you really back?" The woman was visibly incredulous.
"Mom, Xiaowei is really back!" Lu Weiming's eyes were filled with tears, but he couldn't let them flow out.
"Mom, come inside, it's cold outside!"
The mother came back to her senses from her joy, "Yes, yes, quick, let's go into the house and talk." When he turned around, Lu Weiming clearly saw his mother secretly wiping away tears.
Entering the house, nothing has changed. A few pieces of furniture, though old, were neatly organized, still the same as before he left.
Just look at my mother again, her hair is already obviously silver-gray, and her body is even thinner.
"I haven't eaten yet, Mom will go and get you a bowl of noodles."
"Mom, no, I'm not hungry."
"You kid, you still can't take care of yourself, you go, that's not worrying all the time!"
Next to the earthen stove, Lu Weiming is burning firewood, and he is currently busy with the noodles.
"Xiaowei, I've suffered a lot outside in the past six months, look at you, it's dark, and you've lost weight."
Lu Weiming naturally reported good news and not bad news, but the blazing fire shone on his face, but it reflected that his eyes were surging with crystal tears again.
Eating the hot noodles brought by my mother, although not as good as those seafood and mountain delicacies, is the most delicious delicacy on this cold winter night.
Mother sat at the table, looking at Lu Weiming's gobbling up with a look of pity.
"Mom, go sleep, it's cold outside!"
"Mom is not cold, you eat slowly, there is still in the pot, Mom will go and clean up the bed for you." After speaking, he turned around and went to Lu Weiming's room.
Lying on the thick and warm bed, Lu Weiming tossed and turned, but it was not because he was too excited to sleep. After a lot of hardships, I finally returned to the place where I was haunted by my dreams. But faintly, he had a sense of frustration. It felt very subtle, seemingly silent, but it was everywhere, like a shackle, firmly trapped him.