After graduating and returning to the original unit, just in time for the Spring Festival, I asked for leave from the organization and rushed home. I haven't been back for three years www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion, I don't know how my parents are really doing, they just said in the letter that they are doing well, how is it, it is time to go back and have a good look, and I should do my filial piety by their side.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back." When I went home this time, I was filled with the joy of progress, and I had a lot of self-confidence, and the tone was naturally a little higher than last time.

"I'm back, son." When my parents saw me, their faces were filled with unconcealed joy. They saw their son develop outside, and they also had a lot of pride in their hearts. This home is in great need of a happy event.

My father was a very strong man. I remember when I was a child, my parents gave birth to a younger brother, but the neighbor's family gave birth to a girl, and the two families were also three brothers and sisters, but the family was two girls, and he was two men, so he was very happy, and he felt that he was more capable and level than others. Now, after his eldest son failed the college entrance examination twice, the military academy exam, and the first time he failed to promote the army, he finally became an officer, and his perennial suppressed emotions can finally be relieved. He can also have more face in the village, and he no longer has to talk about his son.

A great philosopher once said, "What could be more sacred than the emotions in the hearts of parents?" The heart of a parent is the most merciful judge, the most intimate friend, the sun of love, and its flame shines and warms the intention condensed in the depths of our hearts. Seeing my parents happy, I also feel very content. It is the body of filial piety to let parents have no worries about food and clothing, it is the heart of filial piety to let parents be happy, it is the ambition of filial piety to parents to realize the wishes of parents, and it is the wisdom of filial piety to parents to let parents grow in wisdom. Filial piety is small filial piety, filial piety is middle filial piety, filial piety is great filial piety, and filial piety is great filial piety. No matter what kind of filial piety he is, this time his parents are finally completely happy. The next day, my father invited the militia company commander from the village to my home, and asked my mother to cook a few good dishes and have a good time.

I am 25 years old, and when I go home this time, my family will inevitably talk about my marriage. The marriage of children is always a major matter for adults. Sure enough, after dinner, my parents mentioned it.

"Fanfan, what are you thinking about your marriage?" Father asked tentatively.

"I haven't thought about it yet, I just became a cadre, and I don't know what it will be like in the future, and I haven't thought about it yet." I've always wanted to make my dream come true, and I really haven't thought about it yet. I answered casually.

"What do you think of that Guo Hong on the front street in the village?"

"Isn't it too close, the two are less than 200 meters away?"

"In this case, there are many in the village now, and this is not a problem."

"I've never seen her in years, and she's not married?"

"No, he only started working two years ago and taught in the second junior high school."

"Oh."

"Why don't you meet and talk first?"

"Medium."

"Nier, you go to her house to see if she is not at home, if she is at home, call her over, and say that Brother Wei is looking for her." My father seems to have been thinking about this for a long time, and he wants to see my attitude. Seeing that I agreed, he told my sister to go to her house and call her over immediately.

Guo Hong is a girl next door. My memories of her are only from when I was a child. We were classmates in elementary school, and we were both directly admitted to the second junior high school in the town on the grounds of participating in the examination competition because of our academic performance when we were in junior high school. At that time, we also had a junior high school in our village, which angered the principal and said that if you agreed to go to the second junior high school, you would not be able to go to school in the village now. In the same situation as us, there are three other students in the village, and our parents consider that it is better to go to the second junior high school, so they jointly decided that they would rather not go to school in the village than go to the second junior high school. At that time, there were still 2 months before graduating from elementary school, and in order not to waste our studies, considering that her family had opened an oil mill and a large area, we decided to review together at her house.

Later, when I went to junior high school, because we were far away from home, the five of us agreed to ride bicycles to school together in the morning.

"Guo Hong, hurry up to study." In the morning, when the sky is bright, whoever comes to her door first will call her first. Among the five of us, she was a girl, who was 13 or 14 years old at the time, and felt that life was full of infinite sunshine. These memories of youth cannot be erased to this day.

She doesn't like to talk much, and her bicycle posture is a bit different from others, her arms are very straight, her wrists are buckled, and her hands are holding the handlebars stiffly, probably for fear that the bicycle will fall crookedly and fall to herself. Sometimes in the morning, on a windy day, walking on a path with cornfields on both sides, I always feel that someone is chasing after me, and my back bones are cold. In winter, when it snows and the road is icy, everyone can only walk to school, stumbling for half an hour, and I don't know how many times we have to slip. This kind of day lasted for a semester, and then we lived on campus, and she, probably for safety reasons, chose to transfer back to the village school. Since then, there has been no contact between the two of us. Although they are in the same village, because they are boys and girls with each other, they rarely play together. After graduating from junior high school, I went to high school in the prefecture and never came into contact with it again.

The last time I got in touch was in May of the previous year, when she heard that I hadn't talked to anyone yet, so she became a matchmaker and volunteered to write a letter to introduce her best female classmate to me. At that time, my own future was not yet settled, so I did not agree. I didn't expect that today, we would meet in such a way.

"Brother, she's at home, come here." My sister called Guo Hong over, and it could be seen that my sister was also happy.

"Here, let's go to that courtyard." I looked at her, I was embarrassed to look up, and I blushed at the sight of the girl. It was dark, and I didn't pay attention to what color she was wearing.

"Medium." She answered, and followed me to the courtyard next door.

This was originally my second grandfather's yard, after his old man passed away, his parents inherited his ancestral property, and knocked down the old house and built a row of two households and two tiled houses, one room for each of my brothers, for our brothers to get married. I took her to the west side, where I live now.

There were exactly two ottomans in the room, and I motioned for her to sit first.

"Where have you been all these years?" I looked at her and asked with concern. As we looked at each other, I quickly looked away from her face again. She still wore a ponytail as I remembered.

"I didn't graduate from high school and was not admitted to college, I reviewed for a year, and after graduating from junior college, I was assigned to study in school." She speaks in a good voice, with a brass bell and a clear articulation.

"Then the two of us are about the same, and it's not easy to study from the countryside." I should be along.

"You have suffered a lot in the army, how many years have you been a soldier this year?"

"It's okay, I went at the end of '94, it's been five years."

"You see you're doing it now, what are your plans for the future?"

"Keep doing it, since you've gone out, let's do it seriously."

"Why are you still single? Didn't anyone introduce you? You see, the children in the village who are the same age as us are 5 or 6 years old. As we chatted, I felt that we were getting closer and closer, and we started talking about personal matters.

"Someone introduced it, but they all felt that it was inappropriate and didn't agree." She's also straightforward. Because they all have a good impression of each other when they were young, they feel very close to each other.

"Look, if this house is renovated, what do you think?" I thought she would understand the meaning of the sentence, because I was too embarrassed to say, "Let's talk about someone." I'm also trying her attitude.

"What do you mean?" She seemed to be aware.

"What do you mean, I just want to hear your opinion." Again, I want to try to justify something.

In this way, we talked for a long time, from elementary school to high school, from childhood friends to classmates and friends, so unhappy. It was late, and she was afraid that others would gossip, so she got up and took her leave.

"We'll talk again when we have time, ah!" I opened the door and went out into the courtyard to see her leave.