It was a sunny summer, and the sound of cicadas added a little irritability to the summer. A child happily eats ice cream, and it seems that the sweet taste can make people forget the heat. That person is me, my name is Liu Tianyun, does this name sound a bit heroic? Actually, I was a little sven, and my mother said, "When I was 5 or 6 years old, I used to wear dresses, and I had to wear them every time I went to the street, and I would cry when I didn't wear them." ”

After remembering it, I was a little glad in my heart.,Hobbies are normal.,Like other boys.,I like to dress myself up cool.。 Otherwise, I'm sure my classmates will laugh at me. But that's not bad, at least it can get a lot of people's attention. I'm not a talkative person, but I always want to get attention. I'm not a good person, and if curiosity counts, then I can boast about it.

I'm going to be in 6th grade next year, and at this turning point, my curiosity seems to be even stronger. I remember that every year on Qingming Festival, my mother would lead me to pay tribute to someone. Curiosity had long driven me to ask my mother, "Who is that person?" "But my mom is a very strict person, so I can only endure the torture of curiosity all the time. She is a woman who is like ice on the outside and water on the inside. She is particularly fond of pink and purple, perhaps because her mother is very white, and these two colors can bring out her strengths even more! She has a baby face, and it is not obvious to outsiders that she is a woman with a 13-year-old son.

She and my dad were both called model couples by neighbors and had never quarreled after all these years of marriage. In fact, my father is not a very good-tempered person, but seeing my mother is like a mouse seeing a cat, and my mother has to make decisions about big and small things at home. The reason why I say that my father's temper is bad is because, once I was out of school, my mother happened to be working overtime in the newspaper that day, and it was my father who came to pick me up, and at that time my father said that there was a courseware that had not been completed, so he led me back to the unit, and my father asked me to stay on the sofa in the office and play by myself, while he sat in front of the computer and did the courseware. After a while, a man came in, and Dad looked up at the man slightly.

The strange thing is that Dad went back to work without saying anything, and the man smiled and said, "How did you think about that?" Without warning, Dad immediately stood up and said, "You get out of here, I won't give you any news." I could feel on the couch that the volcano was at its limit, but the man still said with a smile on his face, "That's not a small amount, it's better to ......." Before he finished speaking, his father pushed out the door, and I don't know what happened later, but I don't know what happened to my father, but my father entered the house with an angry face, and seemed to take a deep breath and said to me: "My son didn't scare you!"

Dad patted me and woke me up from my stunned state, and I said, "Sort of, why are you so angry"! Dad sighed and said, "Some things will understand when you grow up." I used to think that my father was a good-natured person, but that day turned my perception upside down. It was only after many years that I realized that my father was upright at that time. Dad is a securities analyst and often lectures to stockholders.

In the blink of an eye, I was in the 6th grade, and this year's Qingming Festival we went together to pay tribute to that person, and my mother asked me to call him Uncle Zhou. As the number of times increased, I found that only our mother and son seemed to go together for the Qingming Festival every year, but my father happened to have something to do every time, which also made me feel a little strange. Unlike before, my mother led me to a place called Qingshan Town.

That place doesn't have a lot of mountains like I like, it's not a single mountain. My mother seemed to see my doubts and said to me softly, "The reason why this place is called that name is because the people here are kind, simple and unpolluted." I tried to look up at my mom and couldn't understand the connection. My mother said helplessly, "Okay, we have to hurry up and have to take an early car back tomorrow?" "I wanted to ask my mother who she was going to take me to see, but at this time, I saw that my mother had walked more than 10 meters, and when I came here, my mother was not as calm as before. I could only trot a few steps to keep up.

The avenues of this place are also paved with painted roads, and it is clear that this place has not been completely abandoned by modernization, and there are several electric tricycles parked on the side of the road. Mom greeted a man who was smoking on an electric car, and the man immediately turned around and drove towards us. My mother let me get into the car first, and then I got into the car myself, and when I got into the car, I saw a rough face and asked my mother where to go with a simple smile. Mom said, "Go to the water conservancy machinery factory."

It sounds like we're going to make custom appliances. The man said, "Are you a local?" It looks familiar!" A trace of sadness flashed on my mother's face, and she said embarrassedly: "No, I'll visit the door." The man immediately started the electric car and muttered, "It's so rare"! It seemed that he could feel his inexplicable sadness. The man didn't speak again along the way, and after more than 10 minutes, we arrived at our destination.

The man left a business card for my mom and said she could call him if she went out. The middle-aged man's voice was like a clean glass, which made it feel very bright to listen to. It's not like when I was in the city, and it always felt foggy when I listened to people. My mother took my hand and could feel a tremor in my mother's hand. I looked up at my mother suspiciously and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" My mother led me towards a trail that was a dirt road and not very comfortable to walk on.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun was already obliquely shining on my mother's face. After a while, we walked into the courtyard of 6 houses, all of which were paved with stones, which I learned as adults called "tiles". There was a natural smell on the wall, and I felt my mother's hands tremble even more at the moment. Mom knocked on the door of the innermost house, and a small grandmother with a kind face and a dark purple coat appeared in front of her. She was stunned for a moment when she saw her mother, and then tears flowed down her eyes. "Are you Xiaoyun"? Grandma asked, looking incredulous.

I felt a little baffled, I had never heard of my mother having such a relative. Looking at my mother again, her face was already full of tears, and she choked up and said, "Mom, I am, I came to see you." I was even more puzzled, my grandmother is in the elm tree, why did another one come out, do you recognize it? It took a long time to hear the grandmother say, "I want to hear this mom, I've been waiting for 15 years!" Mom's tears have gradually stopped, and she said embarrassedly, "I don't have the face to see you." Grandma said, "His death has nothing to do with you, you don't need to feel guilty." Mom is a strong woman, and this seems to be the first time I've seen my mom cry. Is a person's death related to his mother?

Grandma's words interrupted my thoughts. "This is your son, who looks as white as you." Mom was relieved and said, "I lived up to his expectations." I was puzzled when an old man limped out, and if you looked closely, you would see that the thickness of his legs was very different. Looking up, he was surrounded by thinning hair on the top of his head, almost all of which was gray. But you can see that it is very well maintained. His eyes swept over my mother and he said reproachfully, "Why don't you let the child come in and talk?" Grandma smiled awkwardly and said, "Come in quickly, I'm happy to forget"!

I wondered, "Why are you crying when you're happy?" "My mother led me into the back room, which was a small room with two compartments, a partition in the middle, a tree in the color that looked like a wardrobe, and a sofa that could accommodate two adults to sit on, and the cushions looked like they had just been washed. Four people suddenly appeared under the back room, and it was a little crowded. The grandmother quickly sat me and my mom on the couch and went to the outhouse. Looking at the uncle again, tears were already rolling in his eyes, but his face was full of excitement.

Kindly asked my mother, "How is work, how is life?" Why don't you have a good rest and run so far during the holidays". Mom sobbed and said, "I miss you......" The tears couldn't stop staying, and I couldn't talk anymore. I hugged my mom a little worried and said, "Don't cry mommy." Mom gently touched my head and gradually calmed down. At this time, my mother showed embarrassment on her face and said, "You see that I was in a hurry and didn't buy anything." The grandfather said, "It's the greatest gift for you to come!" At this time, the grandmother walked in from the outhouse with a lot of fruits, but there were undried tears on her smiling face, and said, "You guys are cooking, I'll fry a few dishes." Mom hurriedly said, "No need, just eat whatever you want, Mom." It seems that they are like acquaintances who have not seen each other for many years, and they are not so polite.

Grandma hurriedly said, "How can that be done?" It's a heart." Dinner was eaten in the basement of the house, and most of it was seafood, and according to my grandmother, "my mother's favorite clam meat". I was curious because I had never heard my dad say that my mom liked to eat this before. At the dinner table, all three people regained their composure, talking and laughing. I can't help but think of the illusion of three generations living together. After dinner, I went to bed early due to the fatigue of the boat, and the three of them chatted for a long time, because my mother accidentally woke me up when she was lying on the folding sofa, and I felt that it was not long before dawn, and it was almost 6 o'clock to see the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall, and my mother and I drank milk and eggs in the morning.

Before leaving, my mother hugged the two of them and cried for a long time, and my eyes were red from crying. Looking at them again, the two elders were also in tears, just like their daughters who were about to send off their distant journey. The grandfather gradually lifted his mother's face and said, "You should go, didn't you say that you have to go to work tomorrow?" My mother reluctantly led me to the trail where I came. Mom looked back every few steps until the figure of the second elder disappeared into the distance. After that, my mother called, and then we took the train home.

Outside the road, a light rain fell, and an invisible depression flowed through the car. Mom kept looking out the window, and there was often mist in her eyes, as if she remembered the past. I got home around 1 p.m. As soon as my mother returned to the house, it was as if all her strength had been drained, and she collapsed to the bed. I asked worriedly, "Mom, are you alright?" Mom said weakly, "It's okay, you can go to your own house to play."

Coming back to being ignited by this strange trip, I decided to check it out because my mom had a habit of keeping a diary. The reason why I don't dare to ask some things is because once I accidentally found a notebook in my mother's bedroom, and my mother scolded me harshly. So I had a vague feeling that this note might have something to do with the trip. Maybe it's because I read too many detective novels and always like random speculation!

Dad didn't come back until 7 o'clock in the evening, and when he came back, he changed into cooking clothes and prepared the kitchen for cooking. I asked, "Daddy, is there anything good to eat tonight?" Dad happily said, "I bought my favorite cod." Listening I can already feel the saliva already moisturizing my lips. Then I hesitated to tell my dad about the two-day trip. After thinking about it, I still asked my father tentatively: "Do you know where my mother and I have been in the past two days?"

Dad's calm face didn't have the slightest wave, and he said, "You know, do you have anything interesting to tell me?" I was so surprised that I didn't know how to react for a while. Dad was already in the kitchen. At this point, I was a little worried about my mother, so I knocked on the bedroom door. When my mother opened the door and saw that it was me, she asked, "Is there something wrong?" I looked at my mother's pale face and asked, "Mom, are you sick?" Mom forced out a smile and said, "I'm fine, maybe I'm a little tired from the two-day trip."

I nodded solemnly, feeling that he must have done it. After that, we sat together without saying a word. By about half past eight, Dad had already packed up his meal. I asked my mother and I to go out to dinner, and during the meal, my mother ate half a bowl of rice and went back to the house. I don't know why the atmosphere of today's dinner always feels a little depressing. Dad also surprisingly didn't eat much. Before my dad left the table, he told me to rest early when I was done eating and tidying up.

Hey, there's one more job to clean up the table for dinner today. The division of labor in our family is very clear, dad cooks, mom cleans the table, and I am responsible for washing the dishes. This has been since I was in my 3rd grade, and I used to strongly protest it. It was only defeated by the national vote. I often feel that I am not their own, I am not like a treasure, but like a grass. No matter what happened to me, my father always let me think of my own way first, and even if I couldn't think of a good way, my father always patiently asked questions, and finally relied on his own ingenuity to solve the problem. I remember once I went to a classmate and found that his life was really good. During the meal, his mother brought him to his bedroom, and when he finished eating, someone cleaned it up. Do you feel that such a life is a pleasant childhood memory? With such cranky thoughts in my head, the bowl was finally finished.