Chapter 8: Go Home Together

"Mom, do you like me now, or do you like me before?" Hu Qiang asked mischievously.

"Silly boy, no matter what you become, you're your mother's precious son, and your mother likes it. ”

Hearing this, Hu Qiang's heart tugged, and tears immediately began to roll in his eyes, and at this moment he felt the maternal love and warmth that can only be felt in dreams, and instantly burst with happiness.

In order to hide the emotional fluctuations in his heart, Hu Qiang tried his best to hold back his tears, and then asked, "Mom~Dad?"

"Your father, he's going to work, and he can earn a little more. Every word of Hu Qiang's mother was very true, but it was precisely because of the truth that Hu Qiang was even more moved.

Of course, this also revealed a lot of helplessness and bitterness, Hu Qiang knew very well that the economic conditions of the family were very poor, so he relied on Hu Qiang's father to make money by doing small jobs alone, and his father still had old stomach problems, and he couldn't do much, so he couldn't make any money at all.

One or two acres of rice planted at home are only enough for the family to eat, and it is impossible to sell them, and even if they are sold, they can't sell them for a few dollars.

Hu Qiang's sister should be fourteen years old this year, in the first year of junior high school, named Hu Xueling, because the idea of patriarchy is deep-rooted, and the family is really unable to make ends meet in those years, so Xueling went to school a few years late, and it stands to reason that she should be in the third year of junior high school this year. Hu Qiang also has a younger brother, named Hu Gang, who is only six years old this year and should be in the first grade of primary school.

Three children go to school at the same time, which is not a small cost, accounting for most of the family's daily expenses. Although the country has free and compulsory education, it can indeed alleviate a certain amount of pressure, but most of them still have to rely on themselves to resist, so life is still extremely poor.

"Qiangzi, your head seems to be broken, let's go to the hospital and have a look. Hu Qiang's mother saw that Hu Qiang was injured and said distressedly.

"What's so nice about this, it's a waste of money, isn't it, with my strong physique, nothing has happened. Hu Qiang said indifferently, he was not so hypocritical, this injury was a fart to him.

"Hey~ Okay then!" Hu Qiang's mother sighed, it can only be like this, the family really has no money, otherwise she will definitely take her son to the hospital to take a look, so that she will be completely relieved.

"Fortunately, the whole family is in good health, so that's enough. Hu Qiang's mother comforted herself like this, and her heart was much better.

"Yes, how can money buy health and happiness, as long as we are together as a family, it is the greatest happiness. Hu Qiang sighed sincerely.

"It seems that Mom still has to thank your teacher for beating you. Hu Qiang's mother said with a smile.

"Why is this? your son was beaten and you still have to thank others!" Hu Qiang said a little coquettishly, pretending that you don't love me.

"No, this beating woke you up, do you think mom should thank people. ”

"Yes, yes、、、 it's time to thank people. Hu Qiang was also speechless, he was not beaten well.

"Wait until next week to go to school and bring some eggs to your homeroom teacher and other teachers, just as the chickens at home are starting to lay eggs. ”

"Okay, but the other teachers are exempt, how can we have so many eggs, but the head teacher really wants to thank you. Hu Qiang thought for a while and said.

This time he was not expelled, it was entirely because of the head teacher, if he didn't pursue it, Hu Qiang would definitely be expelled from the school, and then Hu Qiang embarked on the road of working again, became a migrant worker that everyone looked down on, and lived a new life with all his pockets.

So Hu Qiang must be grateful to his head teacher, of course, Hu Qiang is a person who values love and righteousness, whoever treats him well will repay him a hundred times and a thousand times, and whoever wants to stumble on him, then he will be returned a hundred times and a thousand times.

"Qiangzi, you can take the bus home, it's not good to walk again if you are injured. Seeing the bus stop sign not far away, Hu Qiang's mother took out a crumpled piece of money from her pocket, and handed it to Hu Qiang as she spoke.

Hu Qiang saw this piece of Zou Baba's money, and his heart was sour, it seemed that his family was far more difficult than he imagined. As soon as he thought of this, Hu Qiang blamed himself deeply, and really wanted to give himself a few big slaps, he was too unfilial before, not only could he not reduce the burden on the family, but he also often caused trouble.

"Just kidding, I'm not pretentious to that point, isn't it just walking, and I haven't walked home with my mother for many years, the earliest time in my memory is when my mother finished selling firecrackers at the market, just when I was out of school, and then Mom, you put me and my sister in the rice basket, and just picked me and my sister home. Uh~ No, this doesn't seem to be me walking home with my mother. ”

Hu Qiang's last words amused his mother, and his mother sneered, smiling so good-looking and cute, as if she was several years younger. "Silly boy, it's you who have been clamoring to sit in the rice basket, and my mother can't help but pick you home. ”

"Ah? haha~" Hu Qiang smiled awkwardly, he didn't expect things to be like this.

Then Hu Qiang and his mother walked home with a smile, although the sun was a little shining, but for the most industrious and simple farmers and migrant workers, this was nothing.

Walking all the way home, they not only saved two yuan, but also added a lot of joy and good memories, Hu Qiang felt that it was really worth it, of course, at the same time, they also exercised, why not.

After walking for more than an hour, Hu Qiang finally returned home, looking at the flat-roofed house made of red bricks in front of him, with some cabbage drying on the roof, and an old locust tree and a straw pile not far in front of the house, exactly the same as in the dream.

It was a holy place for him to bravely face the miserable life, lick his wounds, and heal his soul, as long as he thought of it, he had the motivation and courage to live;

It was the haven he had always longed to have again, even a moment's stay was good;

It was the paradise that had haunted him all his life, a paradise that he wanted to go to all his life and could never go to again;

Seeing his flat-roofed house, Hu Qiang felt extremely cordial and warm, and at the same time, he also felt unprecedented steadfastness and ease. Because this is his home, a place where he was born and raised, it carries too many good memories, no matter how much you exchange gold and silver, I won't change it.