I was waiting for the train at the train station and thinking about my past with Xiaobo's father. At that time, the days were very hard, Xiaobo's father's family was not rich, and my family was not rich, so when we got married, I didn't have any dowry, and I didn't ask them for any bride price.

My idea is that in this society, as long as you are not lazy and have no big money, you can't have a problem if you want to make a little money.

So Xiaobo's father and I, although we didn't have much money when we got married, we were okay with our hard work. But I always earn more money than Xiaobo's father, so he always feels sorry for me and thinks that I have suffered with him.

I don't know why, I actually remembered all the bits and pieces of my life with Xiaobo's father.

I forced myself not to think about these things. The past has passed, it's been so many years, it's been almost twenty years since I divorced Xiaobo's father, it's already a very bad thing, it's like something happened in my previous life, why bother thinking about it?

I retracted my thoughts, looked at the time, and there was less than an hour to drive, and it seemed that I would start checking the tickets after a while, and I couldn't think about it anymore at this time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hear it when the time came to check the tickets, but it would be bad. Because I often have such a thing now, when I go to work, I have taken the car more than once, and it is okay, after all, I have sat it, and I can sit back again, it is really not good, I can get off the train and take a taxi, but if the train is missed, it will not be easy to solve.

I started waiting there for the ticket check. Less than half an hour later, the radio said that the ticket inspection had begun. So the people on this train started to stand up and walk towards the ticket gate, and I, too, walked to the ticket gate like them.

People crowded and finally got on the bus, because I didn't have anything with me except a backpack, so I didn't have to put my luggage on the bus, I found my seat and sat down. Because it's a high-speed rail, I feel like I'm going to my hometown quickly.

When I got off the train, I took another bus to Xiaobo's house, and it took more than ten minutes.

Xiaobo is not at home, he went to work in other places, he is not usually working in his hometown, although he also has a good job, but because he earns less, so he is still willing to go outside to break through, when he was in Beijing, because of Zhang Xu's reasons, Xiaobo has an opinion on me, so he returned to his hometown, and he no longer came to Beijing, he worked in his hometown for another stage, and went to another place with a friend.

As soon as I got out of the car, I felt like I was coming home. It seems that this is my real home, my home is still in the northeast, I belong here, not Beijing, and it is just a place for me to settle down temporarily.

Hey, this beautiful little city? Why did I leave in the first place? It seems that in this life, what is always lost is the most precious. When I stayed in my hometown for so many years, I never felt the beauty of my hometown. But now it's different, how do I think this is good, the folk customs are simple, and the people in the whole car know that the Northeast people are bold, the most emotional, and emotional.

When we were working in the factory, there used to be a joke. That's a Jiangsu person. He was chatting with one of us from the Northeast. He said to our fellow, "You know what? "The thing I don't like the most is you Northeasterners.

As soon as I heard this, not only my fellow was about to have a seizure, but I also wanted to speak out to refute him. But before we Northeasterners could speak, he hurriedly continued: "You say you, the female thief is beautiful, the male thief is handsome, and the thieves are bold one by one, I really get angry when I think about it." When the big guy heard him say this, he knew he was joking, so they all laughed.

In fact, this is the case, the Northeast people are straightforward and bold, and there is nothing bad about it. Although some Northeast people have a bad temper, they are by no means bad. Of course, it can't be said that everything is good, there are no bad people, there are good people everywhere, and there are bad people, and the same is true in the Northeast, but I grew up here, and I feel that the people here will be more kind.

When I arrived at Bo's door, I took out the key and tried to open it, but I don't know why I couldn't open it. So I was in a hurry, what was going on? It can't be that the lock is broken, right? Is it that the lock is broken, and Xiaobo has changed the lock again? In that case, I won't be able to get in.

I wanted to call Xiaobo to ask, but when I took out my phone to look, there was no battery. Because I came out early, and then I watched some news or videos at the train station and on the train, so the electricity was gone.

My phone was out of power, and I couldn't get into the house. Because I have been away from my hometown for so many years, and my previous mobile phone number has changed, I have lost contact with my old friends and everything, and I never come back and can't see them. I don't know where they live now.

What can I do? There was really no way, so I went to the doorman of the community and told them about the situation, saying that my phone is out of battery now, and I can't get into the house, and I want to charge it here for a while, you see if it's okay.

After listening to my words, the doorman agreed without thinking about it: "It's okay, you can charge it here, how long are you willing to charge, what's the matter?" ”

After saying thank you, I started charging there, and I didn't wait for it to be full, and I called Xiaobo just after charging for a while, and asked him if he had changed the locks, why couldn't I get into the house?

He told me that he hadn't changed it, and that he would let me take another look and maybe it would be opened.

The doorman listened to the phone call between me and Xiaobo and asked me, "What, can't the door open?" ”

"yes, I don't know why."

"If you believe me, I'll show you later."

"Okay, thank you so much." I said, not suspecting him any motive. Because people can't have any motives. That's how we are, we like to help people.

After I finished charging, the doorman of the community went to my place, and sure enough, it was my reason, and the door was opened in a few clicks, and I thanked me for saying some kind words. After the doorman left, I quickly went to the small supermarket to buy a box of cigarettes and give them to express my gratitude.

I was finally able to enter the house, and I was exhausted. I turned on the water heater and thought about taking a shower and resting.

In this way, I finally walked out of the big city of Beijing, the city that made me full of injuries, and returned to the city where I grew up, and returned to the city where I had my relatives.

But what else is there for me in this city? Former relatives are no longer relatives. Now in this world, I only recognize Xiaobo as my relative, my only relative. The only person I can still care about is not in front of me right now.