Today is the weekend, and Jiang Yan dragged his tired body and prepared to drive home. He hadn't been home for half a month, and although his mother didn't blame him, he felt a little guilty.

When the car started, several acquaintances happened to pass by, one of them was the owner of a local tea company, surnamed He, and the others were self-employed people in the town.

"Little Jiang, you also work on weekends?" The boss surnamed He said a little ridiculously. While several others called themselves President Jiang.

After a period of greetings, Jiang Yan drove away. Light a cigarette and listen to familiar music to relax yourself. Although I drove a cheap car, it was also a joint venture brand, but the manual transmission car was not comfortable.

He was really tired, and he felt even more exhausted. The car drove unhurriedly on the winding road, blowing the wind outside the window, and finally relaxed at this moment. Having escaped from the office and finally being able to enjoy a moment of tranquility, he even felt that driving was a kind of relaxation and enjoyment.

"I can finally rest for half a day, comfortable!" Jiang Yan sighed alone.

It was March, and the afternoon sun was warm. The car was not driving fast, and the wind outside the window was also very refreshing, and the previous dull mood couldn't help but improve a lot.

Halfway through, the phone suddenly rang, and the word Zhuge was displayed on the screen. Jiang Yan's brows furrowed deeply, and a burst of irritability rose spontaneously. The bell rang for more than half a minute, and he didn't intend to let it go on, but he raised the volume of the music with his backhand.

The car was not fast, and it took more than an hour to travel more than 100 miles of mountain roads. parked the car, but saw that there were three missed calls on the mobile phone, all of which were from Zhuge .

"It's that again!" Jiang Yan muttered.

After locking the car door, he saw his mother standing on the balcony on the second floor, with a smile on her face, apparently waiting for a while. Jiang Yan couldn't help but ignore the sad look on his face, smiled at his mother, and went up to the second floor in a few big steps.

In fact, almost every time I came home, my mother would stand on the balcony and look out. Because my father worked in Yangcheng, thousands of miles away, and because I worked in the countryside, I rarely went home, and my mother was inevitably lonely.

Because Jiang Yan came home late, lunch was at one o'clock every weekend. His unit also has a canteen, but it is customary to go home to eat with his mother, even for some socializing. So in Jinqu Town, everyone felt that President Jiang of the City Commercial Bank was a little difficult to invite.

They have lived in a small rental house for 10 years, and I remember when I was in high school, my mother would stand on the balcony every weekend and wait for him to come home, and I still do.

I talked to my father on the phone at night, because my father would only have time at night, and my father wanted to work more overtime so that he could earn more money to buy a house for his son. In his previous part-time career, he had enough money for a down payment, but after graduating from university, Jiang Yan was admitted to work in a city commercial bank, and because he was working in the countryside, he bought Jiang Yan a car first.

Jiang Yan's father, Jiang Wufu, was born as a farmer, served as a soldier when he was young, and also made meritorious contributions, and many of his comrades-in-arms had formal jobs after being discharged from the army. Jiang Wufu has always been honest and does not know how to engage in relationships, so after retiring from the army, he became a farmer for the rest of his life.

He had seen his father's medal before, it was a medal of merit of the second class, and the medal was heavy and shining. It was only later that a fire broke out in the house, and the medal was destroyed.

Jiang Yan also asked his father why he missed the arrangement of work, and he would not have to work hard all his life. My father didn't say much, and he didn't let him go to the army to live or die, so he was a little complaining.

The two sides talked, in addition to shouting for warmth, that is, remembering bittersweet memories and so on.

My father cares about Jiang Yan's work very much, and the Jiang family is a talent. After all, for generations of peasant families, it is worth showing off that someone participates in the work, and Jiang Yan is still working in the bank, and after three years of hard work, he is still the vice president of Jinqucheng Commercial Bank.

Today's call was long, and it was my father who called, because he had his own mobile phone. It's no longer like when I was in high school, and the phone conversation was always a minute.

I think at the beginning, I also complained about my father because of this, and the call between the two sides was often hung up in about 20 seconds, although I knew the routine of this minute, but I also calculated the gains and losses of the remaining 40 seconds.

Jiang Yan also learned the allusion to this minute later. When he was in high school, his parents were working in Yangcheng, but his mother couldn't bear the hard work of working overtime overnight, and the old illness recurred, so he had to go home to recuperate, so a landline phone was installed at home.

I heard my mother say that when my father sent her on the long-distance bus home, he always walked around the long window before the car started, obviously not finding her seat, and then he bought water and melons, and told her several times.

When the car started, his mother saw that his eyes were slightly red, so she simply closed the curtain, and she endured the sadness of parting. Just as the car was leaving the station, the mother saw a staggering figure chasing the car, and she was crying unabashedly at this moment.

My mother recognized my father at a glance, because he had not yet healed from an injury on his calf. My mother often said that my father was a dog, and he was a hard-working man who worked hard all his life for his wife and children.

Before, my mother also went to Yangcheng to work, and entered the same furniture factory, and my parents finally rented a small room in the lychee forest, which was just the kind that could shelter from the wind and rain. The mother found that the father's leg injury was only a minor infection, but the father was reluctant to spend money, and even more reluctant to ask for leave for treatment.

If it weren't for my mother who also went to Yangcheng, I don't know how long this injury would have dragged on. His mother asked him to take time off for treatment, but his father disagreed, saying that he had already bought ointment and that it was much better. Mother is skeptical, this is much better? What was it like when I didn't come before? What kind of life did he live alone in the factory?

I heard my mother say that when my father was working alone, he only left a few yuan for himself every month, which was used to make phone calls. After my mother passed, I rented a house outside, and the rent of 300 a month was already very luxurious.

The mother was distressed, so she complained to the elders of the group, the group leader was from Sichuan, and they spoke the same dialect, so they were granted five days of leave, which was extraordinarily gracious.

My father took the medicine at the clinic, which cost more than 300. My father felt that the clinic was too expensive, so he deliberately memorized the prescription prescribed by the doctor and bought the remaining courses of medicine at the pharmacy.

The treatment is naturally indispensable to anti-inflammatory, and my father used to study medicine with his uncle Jiang Boxuan, and it is not a problem to give himself injections. It's just that the needle is blunt, and a needle pierced into the arm can no longer enter the muscle layer, and my father knows that the needle has not entered, but he continues to push the medicine without saying a word.

The mother saw a big bag bulging out of her shoulder, a translucent bag to be precise, and her heart was full of distress and helplessness. The father had a calm face, saying that when the package was gone, the effect of the medicine would naturally be absorbed.

In the next few days, it was arranged for my mother to come home, and my father, who had always been reluctant to spend money, bought chickens and my mother bought oranges. Mother said that when she saw her father eating oranges, she devoured them, which showed that he was reluctant to buy them on weekdays.

When the mother returned home, her condition was stabilized, but she was at home alone, so she stood on the balcony and waited for her son every weekend.

But fortunately, the suffering of the family has finally passed, and people who have not experienced the pain are not enough to talk about life, so the family often reminisces about the bittersweet memories.

Today's Jiang Yan also lives up to expectations, graduated from university successfully, and was admitted to work in a city commercial bank. Jiang Yan naturally inherited the fine tradition of his father's hard work, and in the past few years, he has also won the attention of the leaders and became the vice president of the branch.

On the phone, my father remembered bittersweetly, and broke the news that when he learned that he had been admitted to university, he cried alone, and finally said some pain and hard work. Really, he really can't imagine his father's suffering, even if he is given 10,000 words, he can't finish it.

The mother only knew that each call was only for one minute, and it was still from the phone booth, because the next minute would cost three cents more. Many times, their calls were just a few words, a few sentences, and the rest was silence on the father's side until the minute was about to end.

This topic, my mother said, with a mocking tone: "I know what he's doing over there." But the mother was always a little choked up when she said this, and her slightly ridiculous tone could be regarded as resolving the embarrassment in front of her son.

The above is a family chat, everyone attaches great importance to Jiang Yan and hopes that he will cherish his work, in his father's words, your job is too easy compared to ordinary people.

But Jiang Yan is thinking about earning more wages, buying a house, and letting his parents live a good life, and he can't let his father work outside.