"Hello!"

Xia Mu interrupted the tea picker and greeted her with a smile, at this time she turned her head and replied to Xia Mu with a not very standard accent.

Xia Mu listened to the voice, probably in his early forties, and was still enthusiastic, and took off the scarf on his face.

Xia Mu looked at it, although part of his face was still blocked by a scarf, he could see his facial features clearly, and he could describe it as unpretentious, without embellishment, without modification, and his innocent appearance reminded people of his old mother who was still in his hometown.

This feeling was very strong, Xia Mu was a little dazzled at that moment, as if he saw his mother, and his heart was not only touched.

Looking at Xia Mu, the tea picker smiled kindly and asked, "Young man, is there something wrong?" ”

The accent still sounds very tongue-twisting, but fortunately I can understand it, Xia Mu woke up from the touch, and said with a smile: "Hello, I am a tourist here, may I ask, is this all your family's Chatian?" ”

The woman nodded, the smile still on her face, and said slowly, "Yes, this big piece is here, are you here to play?" ”

"yes."

"Ouch, there's nothing to do here, there's nothing to see."

As he spoke, his hands began to get busy again, chatting while skillfully picking tea leaves.

Xia Mu actually wanted to take the opportunity to ask about their lives, but he didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic, and he didn't beat around the bush, and chatted directly.

I probably asked them about their usual tea picking life, and they really felt nothing special when they chatted, these tea farmers were really simple and wanted Xia Mu to imagine, but there was one sentence that made Xia Mu feel impressed, that is, the tea pickers talked about their tea leaves, and they were full of smiles, saying: "Tea is like all for them, irreplaceable, so in life." ”

Xia Mu is very familiar with this sentence, when he was a child, he heard his father say that the land is their root, which is probably what it means, anyway, Xia Mu remembered this sentence in his heart.

……

After chatting for a long time, Xia Mu probably understood their lives, and after thinking about it, Xia Mu suddenly asked a strange question, asking, "Do you have any children?" ”

The tea picker smiled heartily, and when she talked about the child, she was extremely energetic, and said proudly: "Yes, they all go to college, a son and a girl, all go to school in other places." When she spoke, she was full of happiness and pride, and it seemed that her children were her greatest sustenance.

Xia Mu looked at this happiness, and his heart was also warm, and then asked, "You usually miss them very much, right?" It's so hard, it must be for them, right? ”

The tea girl smiled, her face was not hard, but full of happiness, answering Xia Mu's question.

"Yes, which parent is not for their children, if you want to say that it is not hard, it is not hard to see that they are good."

It seems that all parents are in the same mind, Xia Mu said that his heart was hot, and when he thought of Qiong Xing's mother, he suddenly had a feeling.

With this strong feeling, Xia Mu continued to ask: "Then what do you think the word mother should represent?" ”

This question suddenly made the tea girl stunned for a moment, glanced at Xia Mu, but immediately replied easily: "Mother? It's probably what is written in the poem, the wanderer's shirt, and it's tightly sewn before leaving! After speaking, he laughed wildly and said humbly: "Hahaha, I don't read much, right?" ”

Xia Mu nodded and smiled, and said, "No, I didn't sleep wrong." ”

However, my mind had already run to this sentence, and I was thinking: Mother? Wanderer? Dense seams on the verge of travel? Isn't it about the mother's dress?

……