Growing up is not about living a great age, but about having a thinking experience.

- Ma Jiaju

Most of the tea leaves have already been unfolded, like Ma Hualong's inner thoughts at this time, turning up and down in the cup. The color of the tea also began to change from light to dark. Outside the window, the fireworks are more dazzling, high and low, and colorful. Ma Hualong retracted his gaze and looked at me to continue talking.

"'Do you know why you were given the name 'Turning Dragon?' My dad broke the ice first after a day of cold war with me.

Isn't it just Jackie Chan! I'm a horse, how can I be a dragon? Am I a white dragon horse? You're not a dragon lord either. ’

'I'm not a dragon lord, I'm just a horse. Your grandfather named me Jiaju in the hope that I could keep running forward like a real horse. I just graduated from junior high school, I don't have any education, and I don't have any big skills, but fortunately I can drive, and being a truck driver can barely support you and my mother, and I am worthy of my name. As the old saying goes, 'one generation is stronger than the next', and you have to go to high school no matter what." ’

'The truck driver also earns a lot of money, and I can take over your shift.' I said to my dad as if I was very reasonable.

'Truck driver, that's a modern name! You know what the real identity of a truck driver is! In ancient times, a truck driver was a chauffeur. Coachman, do you understand? ’

What's wrong with the driver, he makes a lot of money, and he can still drive around the country. ’

You just haven't experienced the world, and it seems like I've spoiled you and made you so naïve. It seems that growing up is not about living a big age, but about having a thinking experience. Who would have thought that my dad would be able to say such a truth, and then he would say it.

Conversations between father and son always broke up unhappily. Unexpectedly, my mother woke me up early the next morning. Sleepy-eyed, I didn't understand what was going on, but my dad pulled me into the car and left the house.

'What are we doing here?' I was puzzled.

'Bring you an experience, give you a chance to grow up, let you experience the fun of driving a car all over the country, don't you want to be a driver? My dad smiled at me secretly.

I'm not ready. ’

'No, your mom has it for you. As he spoke, he motioned for me to look at the back seat.

A duffel bag, which should contain a change of clothes. A plastic bag of cooked dumplings. There is also a pack of pancakes on the side.

'Go out and go home to dumplings, your mother specially wrapped three fresh fillings for you. Surprised, surprised? ’

Since I was forcibly taken to the thief ship, I had no choice but to follow the rules. I ate with secret joy and pretended to be helpless in response.

'Where are we going?' ’

'Jinan. ’

'Why are you going?' ’

'Pull the apple. ’

'Where?' ’

'Tianjin. ’

Mount Tai in September is still so tall that it has not been cut in the slightest because of the summer rains. The forests at the western foot have begun to turn colorful from the dark green of two months ago. Sitting on the newly bought Jiefang brand 13-meter stake truck driven by my father, galloping on National Highway 104, looking at the changing scenery outside the window, eating dumplings carefully made by my mother, at that moment I was very conceited that I was tired of school was the most correct choice, but I didn't know that the experience of the next few days was less surprising, more frightened. But at that time, my heart was full of infinite expectations and reverie.