The mood is good, and the continuous rain begins to become poetic in Zhou Jiao's eyes. It would be a pity to grow mushrooms at home in such a beautiful season.

Zhang Guoqing, who was tempted by the beauty scheme, picked up his son without hesitation, and followed his daughter-in-law on the road to the provincial capital.

After getting to the provincial station, Zhang Guoqing found that he hadn't talked about the destination yet. To be on the safe side, he bought a train ticket to the north and planned to slip along the road as a family.

Get in the car and find a spot. At this time, Zhang Guoqing discovered something unusual. The passenger flow is very high, and the carriage is full of passengers. Compared to going out last summer, this time is overcrowded.

Let Zhou Jiao sit with her son inside, Zhang Guoqing listened carefully to the surrounding discussions and observed everyone's dress.

A middle-aged man on the opposite side looked at their family of three and said with a smile: "Are you two relatives with children?" Where's the piece? ”

Zhang Guoqing gave him a thumbs up, "Uncle, good eyesight!" My cousin is married, and we can't go if we don't go. No, you have to go out on a rainy day. Uncle: Is this going home or on a business trip? ”

The man laughed out loud at the boast, "Go home." I've just returned from the south and I'll be home in three hours. Alas, finally home. It's hard to live in a foreign country. ”

One of the people beside him asked curiously, "South? Where is that? Obediently, you old skills, run to the customs to wander. I haven't gotten past it yet. ”

The middle-aged man saw that the other party, a person about the same age as himself, was full of envy, he shook his hand modestly and said with a smile: "It's not worth mentioning." If you want to get out, find a car to go in the opposite direction, which will definitely get you out of customs. I have to go to the south every year for business and I get used to it. This time I went the farthest. You know, right? Just go to the pimple. ”

"What's that place like? Accustomed to eating, right? A few years ago, my unit transferred several southerners, and their eating methods are different from ours. ”

The middle-aged man looked around and whispered, "That place is so poor that rats don't even enter the house." There was a big flood last month, so I'll run back first. ”

"Tsk... It's pathetic. We've been raining for a long time. Why did it look like it was missing? How long have you been out this time? Do you know that our grain harvest has failed this year? ”

The middle-aged man shook his head, "I went out in March, and now it's considered early." In previous years, the first snow had to fall home. Brother, tell me, how is our place now? My daughter-in-law didn't even say anything about how she wrote to me. ”

Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao looked at each other, and the two listened to their chatting silently.

“…… Your unit is good. You are not as badly affected as in our province, and I don't know what happened when I went out last week. Do you know what we supply in the city? ”

When Zhang Guoqing heard this, he completely stopped thinking about going north. His son is still young, and he plans to get off the bus directly in the next big city and rest for two days.

Seeing that Ping An was sleepy, he took it and held it in his arms and patted the child gently. I casually saw a child in the aisle looking at his son enviously. Look at the kid who was only half skinny. Zhang Guoqing sighed secretly, he was a child who had suffered again. Luckily, it's summer, what if it's winter, what if it's winter?

Zhang Guoqing lowered his head and listened carefully to the child talking to a man. Listen to the accent or Lu Province region.

"Master, I'm hungry."

"Catch Ming'er and find you, and you will have to eat. Drink water, drink water and be full. ”

Zhang Guoqing listened again, only to hear the voice of the woman suppressing her voice and scolding the child, and there were two older children who should be stopping their mother from beating their younger brother.

I don't know if it's because I'm a father. Hearing the child crying and shouting hunger in a suppressed voice, Zhang Guoqing's nose was sour. Taking a slow breath, he glanced up at the aisle.

An old man had his back to him, and there were several sturdy packages around him. This should be a person with good conditions. Four or five children huddled together, covered by the old man, and all that could be seen were a pair of black feet like African children.

Zhang Guoqing looked down the back aisle, and there were also many people dragging their children and daughters. With so many more children, it's no wonder the carriages are full.

The two middle-aged uncles opposite have already drunk at the moment after the exchange, probably seeing that the child is asleep, or it is not suitable for people to hear. The voices of the two were deliberately lowered. You don't have to listen closely to hear the two discussing a group of ragged passengers in the carriage who are different from the general public.

Zhou Jiao held a book, looked at the two men opposite indifferently, lowered her head and continued to read. She really couldn't figure out why men could talk so much and make so much noise. Since she got in the car, she hadn't seen the two people on the other side stop, and she would be tired and bored with two sips of wine.

After more than three hours, the radio came with a hint to arrive.

Zhang Guoqing gestured to Zhou Jiao and nodded when he saw her. He touched his son, who had woken up from his sleep, and took out the child's coat to put it on for him. As soon as the car stopped, everyone began to move out of the carriage.

When he stepped out of the carriage, Zhang Guoqing quickly stuffed the two catties of food stamps and one dollar rolled into the palm of the child who had just shouted hunger, and pinched it heavily. Looking at the child's stunned expression, he didn't have time to take a second look, and immediately pulled Zhou Jiao away.

If the child shouts, he really can't leave.

He didn't want to make such an irrational move on such an occasion, but the sentence "I'm hungry" reminded him of the orphanage when he was a child.

What Zhang Guoqing didn't know was that when he handed the child the food stamp, the child's grandfather happened to see it, and the old man quickly covered the child's mouth and looked at their back as they left with tears in his eyes.

But even if he knew, he couldn't just laugh. He does what he wants, not for the gratitude of others. I just hope that the child will not go hungry to his father.

After leaving the station, the couple got on the bus with their children and found a guest house not far from the downtown area. After washing, Zhou Jiao was left to rest in the room with the child.

Zhang Guoqing went to the hall of the guest house alone to inquire about local specialties and customs, and went out for a walk alone, and after having a rough idea, he returned to the room with the snacks he bought.

Zhou Jiao fed her son, lay down for a while, saw him come in, and said with a smile: "Bao inquire, what's the situation?" ”

"Silly daughter-in-law, eat first and see how it tastes. While eating, I said. ”

"Hean, do you want to eat again?"

Zhang Guoqing shook his head when he saw the child, knowing that he had eaten enough, "You two must like this place, especially with a lot of fruits." The local area is dominated by fruit trees and crops. ”

His description of avoiding the important and turning it lightly made Zhou Jiao and Ping An smile. Looking at his wife and son's smile, Zhang Guoqing felt that this was very good.

There are too many sufferings in the world, so let's be happy in time first.

The rain makes the fruit on the fruit trees abundant, but it is difficult to store it, and the locals lose their maximum income. Immediately afterwards, an even greater difficulty - the autumn harvest. How much of the rain-soaked crops can the common people harvest?

"If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life."

Zhang Guoqing was full of melancholy in his heart, and accompanied Zhou Jiao and his children to walk around the city.

The rain began to stop and stopped. Sometimes drizzle, sometimes torrential rain, occasionally give a little sunshine, isn't life like this?