Today is the penultimate day of 2018, and Wen'er dragged her large pink suitcase into the crowd of people going home.

The Spring Festival is like a large-scale war without gunpowder. Along the way, gloves and hats were tucked into her backpack, and scarves were haphazardly draped on the handles of the moving trunk, and several times they got stuck in the wheels at the bottom of the suitcase due to her haste of running.

In the end, Wen'er, who got on the high-speed train, was undoubtedly as embarrassed as the long gray scarf.

"Uncle, can you help me put my suitcase on it? Thank you! Wener tries to keep his voice as gentle and endearing, as this often gets an immediate positive response.

The uncle grabbed the suitcase and lifted it, and the pink suitcase was immediately placed securely on it. Perhaps worried about its safety, the uncle pushed it in hard, and after finishing it, he slowly took a breath.

"Little girl, do you want to put the bag on?"

"No, no, thank you, thank you!"

Wen'er's seat was a three-seater, and she said "I'm sorry" repeatedly, and squeezed into the seat by the window.

He put down the table in front of him with one hand, took out a water cup from his bag with the other, and poured it a few times before he eased up slightly. The palms of my hands are sweaty, and my nose must be oily. You see, even in winter, this is a problem for oily-skinned girls.

Wen Er sighed inaudibly.

She rummaged through her bag for a while, and finally found the small packet of tissues, took out one, folded it, and gently wiped her nose in front of the small mirror in her hand, and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead by the way.

The train has been out of a distance, and there are some mountains and rivers and people on both sides of the window, high and low, ups and downs, this is the usual hilly landform in the south of the Yangtze River.

Looking out the window, Wen'er's mind couldn't help but flash the image of Emma going to meet her lover in "Madame Bovary". The sound of the wind wafts in my ears, and the scenery in front of me is bright and happy.

Thinking of the end of this journey, home, Wen'er's heart is actually not easy. It's hard to describe in words, and it's not pure heaviness, but a rebellion unique to her age, a nameless resistance to "going home".

The 2 1/2 hour drive is good for moderate sleep. When Wen'er woke up in a daze, the aunt sitting in the middle of the three-seat seat had already gnawed on the duck's neck with relish, crunching sound. But Wener didn't like it, she didn't eat the parts of these animals since she was a child, and Wener didn't have a lot of interest in other meats except pork.

"Arrive at the station ahead, Jiangzhou County Station."

A gentle and familiar female voice sounded in the train, reminding Wen'er of the direction of home.

The previous uncle took the initiative and enthusiastically helped Wen'er take down the suitcase this time, and Wen'er thanked him again and again.

Pulling the suitcase and swiping the ID card to leave the station, Wen Er will always inadvertently think of the peugeot-looking flight attendants in the airport, who always seem to embark on a journey with a confident attitude.

Sitting in the Didi car, Wen Er chatted with the driver's uncle in a not very familiar local accent. Who said that Jiangnan is Wu Nong's soft language, in fact, don't say different cities, even in the next county, change the village, the dialect is also very different. Wener's hometown belongs to the coastal area, and the local sound naturally has a touch of simplicity and roughness.

By the time I got home, it was already dark. As soon as Wen'er stepped through the door, she smelled the rich aroma of the meal, which contained the sweet and sour spice of her favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.

"You're back!"

Wen'er's father is a businessman who deals in seafood, and although he always deals with customers, he is extremely honest and kind, and he is also quite doting on his daughter.

"Dad."

Wen'er leaned his suitcase against the corner, cheered up, and greeted his father warmly, and then went into the kitchen, talked to his mother, and rubbed a piece of ribs into his mouth.

He dragged his luggage to his small room on the second floor and sighed silently.

In fact, she doesn't like the scene of parting, she always feels a little hypocritical but with real sadness, but it is not to the point where the ancients "held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, but they were speechless and choked". However, she dislikes reunions even more, which is more subtle than parting. You have to have some excitement and excitement, and you have to find that familiarity and intimacy right away.

"Erl! It's time to eat! Daddy's voice rang out.

"Er'er, eat!" Mom's voice reached the room again.

Wen Er likes to wait until the second call before going downstairs, as if this will make the little thing of eating seem more solemn.

"Where's my brother? When will he come back? It won't be Chinese New Year's Eve and on duty again! Wen Er picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and asked her parents about her brother's whereabouts in a relaxed tone.

"Your brother will be back on the 30th, he will not be on duty this year, go home and eat together!"

Speaking of his brother Wen Shengqin, his mother's face always showed a unique and gentle look, which Wen Er had never seen when he heard his mother talk about other people, including himself.

"Oh, my brother should get married next year, and Sister Yingzi will come the day after tomorrow!" Wen Er felt that the ribs in the bowl didn't seem to be so delicious.

"How's the one you went on a blind date with? I think it's pretty good, boy, oh, I'm going to get along. You don't always say you want to be handsome, it's almost fine. People, the key is to be honest and be good to you......"

Wen'er's mother has always been forbearant and gentle, but when she is older, she also falls in love with nagging, especially when it comes to Wen'er's love marriage, and the old monk recites the scriptures and talks endlessly.

"Er'er, tell Dad, has anyone introduced you lately? If you introduce it, go and take a look, don't always say that you are busy with work, no matter how busy you are, you must take care of yourself. ”

"Got it, got it. I'm only 24 years old, I'm not in a hurry, I'm still 6 years away from turning 30! Wen Er felt that the food was even more tasteless at the moment, and wanted to escape from this space immediately.

"Hey, if you didn't want to go to the provincial city to work, if you stayed with us, you and that squeak sister would be pretty good, what a down-to-earth young man!"

Wen Er couldn't stand his mother's pulling, put down his chopsticks, said "I'm full" and slipped back to his room.