Our world was not born so good, hungry for bread, thirsty for milk, all of which are the work of silent tears.

In Aluo's childhood, there was no Barbie, no Nike Adi, no family trip. Yes, she has repeatedly seen the summer morning and sunset, the cold and the summer, the innocence and simplicity of the passers-by along the way, the autumn harvest and winter hide of the farmers in the fields, and the most beautiful rural scenery that the Loess Plateau has given her on the windshield of a jeep.

After the school year started in September, Ah Luo went to the town to study junior high school and began her boarding life. Wen Xiaoguo also went to the county seat to continue his studies after being admitted to the second middle school, because he was too far away from home, and only went home during the small long holidays of Labor Day and National Day and winter and summer vacations in a year.

In addition to taking over the work of the village party secretary, Lao Zhao began to run passenger transportation in order to make a living, starting from the door of his house every morning, there will be waiting passengers at the entrance of the village to gather on the side of the road. The nearest long-distance bus station to the village is about 60 kilometers of mountain road, an hour's drive, the fare is 12 yuan per passenger, there will be some crying children and old people in the village who go out to see a doctor, Lao Zhao often does not charge money for these two situations.

During the off-season, the passenger transport returns from the town at 3 p.m. every day, and when there is a lot of passengers, it will go back and forth twice a day, and the second time it is generally until 5 or 6 p.m. During the winter and summer vacations, no matter where Lao Zhao goes, his daughter asks to take her. The daughter is a person who always evades fares, not only does not take on the job of a conductor, but occasionally secretly embezzles a few yuan of fares given by passengers, and at most her rat warehouse hoards more than fifty taels of silver.

As a father, Lao Zhao may or may not know.

He never asked his daughter face-to-face what the size of the rat warehouse was, and he never asked where the money for his daughter's initiative to buy him cigarettes came from, At that time, in addition to their father and daughter, the world in Ah Luo's eyes was the beige jeep that depended on their father and son.

Lunch between father and daughter is usually very simple, because what the daughter likes to eat is very simple, and the daughter always naively thinks that what she likes to eat is also what her father likes. Either two bowls of beef ramen, and the daughter's bowl always has more slices of meat than the father's bowl. Either the father always watched with a look of amazement as his daughter poured a can of Sprite or Jianlibao into rice and stirred it into a "drink porridge". This unique way of eating is a favorite created by Aluo.

In those days, winter was the deadliest season, not only because the diesel engine of the winter car was so cold that it was troublesome to ignite it, but Aluo always thought that the coldest place in the world was not in the Arctic Circle, but just outside the bed when he got up in the winter morning. Many times her mother would wake her up many times, and she would always languish like a mother in a month, and finally she was forcibly dragged out of the bed, dressed in a daze, and carried to the face wash that had been prepared for her. Then Lao Zhao went to clean the car and warm up the engine. And she looked like a sloth dying like a sloth, with her eyes closed, brushing her teeth, and continuing to dream half-asleep.

Winter mornings in the countryside are different from summer mornings.

Summer mornings are like an inspirational film, always cool and full of tension, which makes people can't help but arouse a kind of motivation to try to meet life. The winter morning is more like a literary film, giving people a very comfortable and comfortable sobriety and calmness, as if reminding people that the busy year is coming to an end, and the best time to stop the hurried pace at the end of the year, so that they can slow down and perceive life.

There is no kind of work in this world that is smooth sailing, and there is no way of survival that is glamorous inside and out, and every penny earned by the toiling masses at the bottom of society is a struggling soul and silent bitterness.

Once Lao Zhao finished work very late, drove his daughter home in an old jeep, the car broke down halfway, the night was very late, the mountains of the Loess Plateau were very desolate and lonely in late autumn, and the cold wind blew outside the car that made people hairy. Lao Zhao wrapped his daughter in a military coat and told her to sleep honestly in the car and not to go out. Looking out the car window, the rolling mountains in the faint moonlight were deserted, only a few village lights were far away, and the wind swept the stones and gravel on the windshield, and Ah Luo covered his father's coat very tightly, not because of the cold, but because he could have a sense of security.

Most of the post-90s generation had no religious beliefs in their childhood, and they never consciously approached the gods and Buddhas, God Allah and the like when any spiritual need to belong. The only thing that kept Ah Luo from being frightened was the flickering cigarette butt in her father's hand outside the car window.

At that time, her father was the last sustenance in her heart and the strongest guardian.

Lao Zhao knocked and beat outside the car for a long time, and found that he couldn't have enough food and clothing by himself, so he wanted to call a friend who might provide assistance, he looked at his daughter sleeping in the back seat of the car through the car window, and his heart welled up with great comfort.

On this night in the barren mountains and mountains, he occasionally felt anxious in his heart, but when he saw his daughter in the car, his heart was full of strength to resist the cold and fear. That feeling is like a monk sitting calmly on the ground and reciting the "Great Compassion Mantra" when he is surrounded by demons and monsters, and then in an instant, the golden light protects his body!

Ah Luo didn't sleep for long, she was woken up by freezing, she found that her father was not in the car, and cried anxiously, crying and shouting for her father.

Lao Zhao heard his daughter's cry in the car, ran back in a panic, looked at his daughter's pear blossom with rain, but laughed. Maybe Lao Zhao wants to use a smile to ease his daughter's anxiety, and perhaps, he is enjoying this daughter's dependence on her father. He carried his daughter to the back seat of the car and hugged her tightly in his arms, they warmed each other, comforted each other, and said to his daughter:

"Girl, sleep a little longer, and when you wake up, our car will be fixed."

"Dad, when I grow up, the first thing I will do is to make money to buy you a good car."

Ah Luo burrowed into his father's arms like a newborn golden retriever.

That night, Ah Luo thought to himself, just being held in his father's arms like this, no matter how desolate it was outside, how windy and dark it was, it was good for their father and daughter to be alone.

In Ah Luo's young life, there were some early mornings like this, and it was not the alarm clock that woke her up, but the roar of the jeep being started by her father in front of her house.

There were some twilight that reminded her that it wasn't the cartoon at six o'clock every night that reminded her that it was time to go home, but her father's last passenger.

There are some delicacies that make her salivate not by McDonald's, but by the roasted sweet potatoes that her father suddenly magically stuffs her when she can't wait for dinner.

Some of these dreams were like this, and it was not the Simmons mattress that allowed her to sleep peacefully, but the military coat that her father draped over his daughter in the back seat of the jeep.