"Do you remember? I had a big regression in my fifth-grade final exam, and my teacher told you to go to school for an interview. When you come back, you'll beat me up. The teacher said that I didn't pay attention to the lectures, and I always worried about why you weren't an actor. ”

I just want to laugh when I talk about the past, and I know my mom is happy too.

But why didn't Zhang Yang and the nurse laugh and cry? I'm a little dazed.

It wasn't until Zhang Yang helped me wipe the tears off my face that I reacted, and it turned out that I was laughing and crying.

"Mom, don't you want to get up?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I regretted it, why did I get my mother up at three o'clock in the morning? Not sensible!

"Mom, do you know what the night reminds me of? I remembered that old photo. ”

At this point, a familiar picture popped up in front of my eyes.

A little girl with a dirty face and a cat pulled out a large box with all her might. Looking at the antique-like box, her curiosity was suddenly aroused, and when she went up, there was a flurry of kicks, and finally, the box was kicked open.

That girl, that's me.

"Hey, why are there all albums in here?"

I rummaged through the boxes, but there was nothing but a few old photo albums. At that moment, I was so disappointed that I lay on the ground and kicked and punched.

After kicking and beating like this for a while, I really found a baby.

It was a small black-and-white photograph of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with big bright eyes and a heroic look.

She really looks like my mother, why is she still holding a gun? Really? In order to understand the mystery in my happiness, I ran to find my dad.

"Well, she's your mother, and she took it when she was eighteen years old. Your mother is a militia company commander in Xiangjia Village, and she has to lead the militia in training and patrol around at night, often going out alone. ”

Dad looked at the photo with a smile and talked about the past related to Mom, and his tone was full of pride. Of course, I also admire my mother, but after all, I am young and I don't understand some things at all, so I have to continue to consult my father.

"Dad, what do you call a militia?"

The childish question made Dad immediately lose the interest in chatting, he put the photo in the drawer and locked it, got up and went to the living room to watch TV.

"Look, how well I've kept this treasure, you'll definitely praise me when you see it."

I held the picture and shook it in front of my mother's eyes, I knew she could see it, she was "looking" with her heart.

"Didi, Didi......"

Caught off guard, the phone rang.

"Wenwen, how is your mother?"

This is a greeting from the other side of the ocean, sent by Aunt Jiang Yu.

"Wenwen, how is your mother's surgery? Awake? Still have a fever? ”

Aunt Ma Rui's care for her mother is always so meticulous and considerate.

"Fourth sister, I can't believe it when I learned that you had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

Uncle Zhanyang, whether he chatted or sent messages, was straight to the point, and what to say.

"Yun, aren't you going abroad with us? But, but, alas! ”

Aunt Yao Ping's panic is all reflected between the lines.

After replying to the elders one by one, I read the messages I received to my mother one by one. She definitely wants to know the content of the information, because they are five siblings who love each other.

Several uncles and aunts are all intellectual youths, among which Aunt Jiang Yu is the oldest and Uncle Zhan Yang is the youngest.

They met in 1971 while working in Xiangjia Village, and although they are not related by blood, they are like biological siblings. Take care of each other, care for each other, no matter who has difficulties to solve together, no one has ever complained.

The most commendable thing is that their friendship has not changed with time and space, even today, even if Aunt Jiang Yu goes abroad, they are still in contact. I was deeply touched by this genuine friendship.

If you count, 1971 is not only the year of the beginning of Mom's friendship, but also the first year she has been working. It's been an extraordinary year for her, and that's what I think anyway.

For this reason, I interviewed my mother and asked her to talk about her feelings during her first year of work. I also bought a brand new notebook to record our conversations so that I could use them to write down my thoughts about work.

But I waited for a long time, and then I heard my mother say six words and then I didn't say anything again.

In this regard, I was very entangled, and continued to ask unwillingly: "Mom, please tell me more details, I am still going to record it carefully." ”

Mom glanced at me and said neatly: "It's over!" ”

"What? Finished? It's also too easy to understand. ”

I persevered for the third "interview" until I heard my mother's categorical "um", and I finally gave up the "interview".

Opening the notebook, I wrote six words in disappointment: "Very excited, very happy." ”