Just after the heavy rain, the muddy road smelled of fresh soil, mixed with the smell of chicken, duck and cow dung. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A tall, long-faced, sword-eyed junior walked on the dirt road with a frown, carefully dodging the soaked cow dung, and the snow-white sneakers on his feet were inevitably sticking to the stars.

Looking at the luggage on his back, passers-by knew that the children of the old Li family, who went to college, had returned from summer vacation.

Looking at the villagers squatting in front of the door and smoking, Ziyang sighed in his heart, he has been studying outside since high school, and he can feel the rapid change of the city almost every year, but the small mountain village in his hometown has been like a day for more than ten years, the road is still so narrow, the houses are still so short, the passers-by are still so idle, and the small mountain village seems to be isolated from the world, and there is no change at all.

The villagers greeted Ziyang one after another, "Ziyang is back?" "I'm back." Ziyang nodded politely to everyone with a smile, but he was very embarrassed in his heart. Studying outside all the year round, most of the people in the village can't name it, the Li family is very senior in the village, and some thirty or forty-year-old aunts have to call him uncle, seeing him greet him with honorific titles, he doesn't know how to respond, so he has to smile and nod, but he will not lose his manners.

When he returned home and saw his father who was busy working in the yard, Ziyang's heart was hot and he shouted, "Dad, I'm back." ”

I haven't seen him for more than half a year, and the scene of warm welcome imagined in my heart has not appeared, my father raised his head, stopped what he was doing and looked at him, almost expressionless, as if his son had just gone out to pee and came back, not to mention surprise. But the mother, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the voice and greeted her with a smile on her face: "Are you back?" ”

"My son has grown taller and more handsome, look at your father's goods, you won't laugh when you come back."

Dad Li said curtly: "As soon as I came back, I knew that I was going to reach out for money again, where would I still be happy...... Ziyang was helpless, alas, there was no way, decades later, Dad's temper is still so upright.

At noon, his mother made a table full of food, and Ziyang, who had not tasted the taste of hometown food for a long time, devoured it, and his mother kept serving him vegetables, looking at him with a smile and saying, "Slow down, poor child, you can't eat any good things outside, right?" ”

Zi Yang muttered dissatisfiedly with food in his mouth: "Mom, there are a lot of delicious foods outside, don't always think that studying outside is the same as going to prison," I can't eat well, it's because I don't have money!" - The last sentence Zi Yang didn't dare to say.

My father was nearly fifty years old, and half of his head was bald, and half of the rest of his hair was gray. The wrinkles at the corners of my mother's eyes also increased by several layers. Looking at his parents who are getting old year after year, Ziyang doesn't feel good in his heart.

After eating, Ziyang lay on his back on a chair and watched his father pick his teeth with a stick. Suddenly, I remembered someone in my heart and asked, "Dad, I want to ask one thing...... Zi Yang's father looked at him suspiciously, meaning that there are still two months before school starts, and now he needs money? Don't play according to the routine!

Forget it, Zi Yang suddenly dispelled the thought in his heart, and choked back the words that were spit out to his mouth.

Staying at home for a week during the holiday, Ziyang can't stand it anymore, there is no entertainment in the countryside, children of the same age have not seen each other for many years, and basically cut off contacts, in addition to eating and sleeping every day, the rest of the time is crooked in bed to watch TV, no matter how boring the program can be made up to watch all day. The happy days are only seven days, and after seven days, the mother's kind maternal love is gradually worn away by the irritability, and the love that has just come back has become an eyesore every day. Count the Luozi Yang all day long to eat and be lazy, look at the neighbor's dog leftovers, hairy eggs, teenagers go into the water to catch fish, go up the mountain to plow, the boy in the back room marries a wife in his twenties and starts a family, you look at you, a twenty-year-old person, and hang the child all day long when he is too lazy to take the ......

Ziyang's mother is forty or fifty years old like a wolf and a tiger, plus menopause, a big temper is not good, and a big thing can spark a prairie fire, not to mention that Ziyang's lazy son is a target in front of him all day long. The women of the mountain villages are also fierce, and when they are interested, they find a small bench and sit for two hours without repeating the same, and all of them have good voices, high-pitched voices, and penetrate the walls -- the key is not to delay their work when scolding.

Every time he scolds, he can often implicate Ziyang's father. At this time, Ziyang's father was silent, and Ziyang once asked why he was so enduring.

Ziyang's father said: This is love!

Ziyang's mother roared: Love a fart, the old lady speaks is the wind in your ears, you don't listen to a word, you know that you have a mouth between your mouths all day long, and you can't make a fart with a stick! Look at the rice that you cooked, and it burned every time, and you didn't listen to how many times you said it, and your donkey ears grew on the pig's belly...... Zi Yang's mother scolded people, and she didn't consider the logic and rationality of things at all.

Zi Yang's father was not angry, like a revolutionary martyr, he didn't talk back when he killed me, his eyes looked leisurely into the distance, and he looked like I was thinking about it.

What Ziyang can't stand the most is that her mother always compares the neighbor's children with herself, listening to the meaning, even if other people's children are farming, they are better than her own college students. Mom is always so unreasonable when she counts people, you don't like it, you are full of shortcomings, it is a big sin to get up and not clean up the bedding, let alone sleep lazy, and she likes to turn over old accounts, and even the old hen of the neighbor who ran over her bicycle a few years ago can be turned over.

Ziyang didn't have the cultivation of his father, and he couldn't help but talk back after being counted down a few times, but in exchange for a stormy counterattack. In the end, he was defeated in terms of speed and logic, and he held his breath in vain. I fought back and forth several times like this, and every time I wanted to flip the table and run away, I didn't dare after all, after all, I didn't have any money in my pocket.

Thinking about it later, my father is the real master, she is strong, she is strong, the breeze blows on the hills, no matter what you say, I just don't talk back. It's no wonder that decades have passed, and although there is constant noise, the small life is still harmonious.

On this day, the school report card arrived, the average score of the seven courses was sixty-seven, and the head teacher's letter was tactful and tortuous, and between the lines there was a hatred of iron and steel, and the implication was to ask the parents to educate well.

Ziyang's mother was so angry (sometimes Ziyang really wished that her parents were illiterate like the other villagers), and the number was really like the flooding of the Yellow River, and like the water of the Yangtze River. Zi Yang's father didn't say much, but calmly helped beside him, "The books have been read in the dog's stomach."

This kind of mental torment is becoming more and more frequent, almost every day, on this day, Ziyang, who had just been taught a lesson, was thinking about running away from home, and suddenly received a call from Lao Wang next door.