(In this Spring Festival, dedicated to every lovely one of you)
The cold and sparse raindrops moistened the mountains in the distance, the mist was misty, and the chill hit the bones.
A mottled railway track leads to the end of the line of sight and disappears into the mountains in the distance.
With a rumble, a train passed by, startling the birds in the forest.
During the Spring Festival, a day for family reunions, this train carries countless people who are eager to return home.
They go out and work hard for a year, just for this day, just for the next moment, to reunite with their families far away.
All living beings are very ordinary. Some are construction workers, some are waiters, and some are ordinary white-collar workers.
The mist in the distant mountains, the roar of the train, home is near, even closer, and soon I will see the relatives I miss so much.
I haven’t seen you for a year. Dad and Mom, how are you? Whether there are new gray hairs on the head, whether the wrinkles on the face are deeper, the children miss you very much, really miss you.
Dad, Mom, just wait a minute. I'll be back soon and I'll see you right away.
I miss the warmth of home, the look of my parents, the meals my mother cooked, and my father’s serious expression. All of this will soon be relived.
The train is as crowded as ever, but everyone has a smile on their face, because they will soon return to their long-lost home, which is the harbor of the soul. No matter where they are, or how messy they are, they must always return to the place where they gave birth and raised themselves. place.
Underneath the smiling faces of people, there is a hint of anxiety, because time passes so slowly and the road is so long...
Sitting by the window was a man with a resolute face.
Wearing camouflage uniform, he is twenty-seven or eighty years old. He is not handsome, but his eyes are extremely deep.
There was a military green package in his arms. He hugged it tightly and looked out the window, wondering where his thoughts were going.
His name was Wang Qingjiang. He didn’t study much. He graduated from junior high school at the age of sixteen and went out to work. He returned home two years later. During the enlistment season, he resolutely chose to join the military. Two years later, when the military service ended, he left the military camp. After many twists and turns, he became a soldier. A different kind of soldier.
International mercenaries!
In the rain of bullets, he experienced countless life and death. Eight years have passed, and he has not returned home once in a professional relationship.
His home is in a remote mountain village. There is no phone and there is no signal on the mobile phone. He can only write a letter back every once in a while.
This year, their team went through some things. They withdrew from the international stage and returned to their country to do some small business.
But the business was not easy to do and they lost money. Then they met a stupid and wealthy second-generation boss, and their life suddenly improved. They had no work to do but still had a lot of money.
God, where can I find a boss like this who will work hard for his whole life...
Countless days and nights, he didn't know how worried his parents should be about him, but it didn't matter, he was already on his way home, and he would soon see his parents who were missing him so much.
His thoughts were wandering, and he was awakened by a noise in the car.
It turned out that a young girl was crying. Her package was lost. In it were all the savings she had earned from working for a year.
The Spring Festival, a day for family reunions, also breeds too many "three hands".
Wang Qingjiang was not a person with a sense of justice, otherwise he would not be in the mercenary business. When he saw the girl crying, he frowned.
The girl looks very ordinary, she looks about 23 or 4 years old, a little chubby, and she is crying very sad and helpless.
His gaze was like a knife cutting across the surrounding crowd. Wang Qingjiang stood up, strode to a young man wearing a jacket, stretched out his hand and said coldly: "Take it out!"
"What are you doing? I don't know what you are talking about." The guy was stunned and said with a fierce look on his face.
"I don't want to say it a second time, take it out!" Wang Qingjiang's voice could not be colder.
"Brother, do you want to cause trouble?"
At this time, more than ten people with malicious intentions suddenly gathered around.
The surrounding tourists who were going home for the New Year looked frightened and did not dare to say a word.
Wang Qingjiang did not hesitate, reached out and grabbed the collar of the young man in the jacket, threw him away with one hand, grabbed his ankles and shook him twice. Suddenly, more than ten wallets fell down!
Wow…
People were in an uproar, and some people exclaimed that they saw their wallets.
"The police will be here to deal with it right away. Who dares to reach out..." Wang Qingjiang put aside the jacket in his hand and the young man said with a cold glance around him.
Suddenly, no one dared to say anything.
He showed his hand, and a group of people with unkind expressions around him ran away in despair.
Wang Qingjiang ignored it, he only did what he should do.
Returning to his seat, he continued to stare out the window in a daze.
The police came and took care of it, and the wallets were returned to their original owners.
"Brother, thank you"
A timid voice interrupted Wang Qingjiang's thoughts. It was the girl who cried very sadly before. She got her savings back. She was grateful and came here to express her gratitude.
Wang Qingjiang glanced at her, nodded without saying anything, and continued to look out the window.
Everything that happened before, to him, was just a small episode in the journey, not worth mentioning.
"Brother, my name is Ma Xuemei," the girl looked at Wang Qingjiang and said again.
Wang Qingjiang looked at her again, nodded and still didn't speak.
Her cheeks were a little red. The girl looked at Wang Qingjiang and said, "Brother, my parents passed away when I was young. This time I went back to my hometown just to visit my parents' graves and pay New Year greetings..."
No matter how confused he was, Wang Qingjiang also came to his senses. Somehow, he looked at the girl and said, "If you have nowhere to go, come to my house to celebrate the New Year..."
"Well..." The girl's cheeks turned red.
Bang bang bang…
Countless applause broke out from the surroundings, applauding and congratulating this dramatic scene.
The train roared, passed through the mountains, and finally appeared at a remote station.
Wang Qingjiang and Ma Xuemei stood at the exit of the station with their luggage bags, pointing to the mountains in the distance and saying: "My home is behind the mountains. It's three o'clock in the afternoon. I should be in a hurry to go home."
"I'm with you." Ma Xuemei took the initiative to hold Wang Qingjiang's hand.
The two looked at each other and smiled, both shy.
Cheng changed to a minibus and a motorcycle, and finally the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain. There was no road in front of them, so they had to walk. The two of them stepped on the path and headed towards the back of the mountain.
"After the New Year, I will accompany you to visit the graves of your uncle and aunt to pay New Year greetings," Wang Qingjiang said on the way.
"Yeah" Ma Xuemei nodded, feeling warm in her heart.
Love at first sight does not exist in the world. Ma Xuemei was just moved by Wang Qingjiang's justice, and this man gave her a strong sense of security.
Girls often don't ask for much, all they want is a sense of security.
The mountain road was very difficult to walk. It was dark, but Wang Qingjiang was still walking quickly, but Ma Xuemei was too tired to walk.
"I'll carry you," Wang Qingjiang said without any doubt.
"Thank you" Ma Xuemei smiled.
Lying on Wang Qingjiang's broad back, Ma Xuemei felt that this was her life's support.
The mountain road passed one after another, and finally, under night, the two people, covered in mud, arrived at a remote mountain village.
It is very poor here, with only a dozen households, and most of them are thatched houses.
During the Spring Festival, you can still feel the flavor of the New Year here.
Facing his long-lost hometown, the tough guy Wang Qingjiang's eyes were red.
That small river, I swam in it countless times, that big tree, which was only small when I was a child, and that wall, which carries countless memories...
"My home is over there," Wang Qingjiang said, pointing to the dark distance.
In fact, under the cover of night, you couldn't see anything at all.
"Brother Qingjiang, no matter what happens, I will be with you. From now on, we will build a happy family and be filial to our parents." Ma Xuemei looked at Wang Qingjiang and said firmly.
"Let's go home." Wang Qingjiang nodded and led Ma Xuemei towards home.
Every family was eating New Year's Eve dinner in the house. There were no pedestrians on the road. They walked step by step to the door of their homes.
The family was very poor, with a thatched roof and yellow mud walls, but it was kept very clean.
There was a dim yellow oil lamp flickering in the room, but there was no sound.
Unable to help his body trembling, Wang Qingjiang stretched out his hand, trembling, trembling, and finally knocked on the dilapidated wooden door.
"Who is it?"
In the room, an old voice asked.
Creak, the door opened, and an old face with gray hair and frowning eyes appeared.
When he saw this old woman, the tough guy Wang Qingjiang burst into tears.
"mom… "
The sound of "Mama" can make someone's heart break.
How many days and nights have I been looking forward to, just for this one call, Mom!
"Are you, Qingjiang?" The old mother's eyes were not very good. She looked at Wang Qingjiang for confirmation before asking uncertainly.
"It's me, Mom, it's me, I'm back." Wang Qingyu burst into tears.
Ma Xuemei stood behind, lowering her head slightly, with red eyes. She no longer had her parents, how desolate she was.
"Old man, come quickly, Qingjiang is back, our son Qingjiang is back..."
The old mother said to the room with a trembling voice.
A trembling figure appeared, looking at Wang Qingjiang, with a complex expression, trembling lips, and could not utter a word.
"Dad, Mom, you are old, your son is unfilial, your son is unfilial!"
Facing the two elders, Wang Qingjiang, who had never shed tears even in the hail of bullets, burst into tears. He knelt on the ground with his knees bent, his forehead touching the ground, and he knocked his head ten times in a row.
This kneeling is a misunderstanding of life and death.
The kindness of parents is greater than heaven and will never be forgotten.
Kneeling down, the mother who was pregnant for ten months suffered. Once she was born, her heart was open and she was naked without a thread. She asked her father and mother about food and clothing. It was even harder to close her eyes every night. She slept in a wet place while she slept in a dry place.
Second, kneel down, if you are sick and seek medical attention, you are willing to bear the illness for your child, worship Bodhisattva in the east and immortals in the west, burn incense and draw lots to pray to the immortals. The child's condition will be improved, and the parents will smile.
Kneeling three times, I am afraid of falling over a rocky ridge when learning to walk. I often keep away from fires and watersides. I worry about myself all the time. I hold hands with each step when I walk. I can talk and walk at the age of three and a half. I am happy to learn to talk.
Four Kneelings: When eight and nine years old are sent to school, they hope that their children will work hard to compete with the saints; they have all the clothes, socks, shoes and hats, wearing cotton in the winter and singles in the summer; the husband beats the children and the mother is sad, covering her face with her sleeves and wiping away the tears.
Five Kneeling: The true love between parents is deeper than the ocean, so you don’t feel bad spending money on your children; you get up early and go to bed late to earn money, but you don’t want to spend a penny; don’t let your children discriminate against others, and hate to turn loess into gold and silver.
Six Kneeling: The mother misses her children when they are away from home, and the dream ghosts are all around her children; she thinks about them often and makes wishes, hoping that her children will be safe outside; if there is no news at all, she will run around here and there without sleep.
Seven Knees: The same as raising children and raising daughters, getting married at the age of seventeen or eighteen; burning incense and asking God for fortune-telling, sweating with all your strength; spending money that is hard to calculate, and paying debts for your children.
Eight Knees: After getting married and establishing a career, the children are well-off, but parents still worry about them; they have endured all kinds of hardships, and parents have countless kindnesses; if the mother did not care about the birth of the children, how could the children be where they are today.
Nine Kneeling: Parents care about their children, and worry about them until they are sick; their hair turns white, their face becomes wrinkled, and their limbs become deformed; their children always smile when they come home, greetings and busy cooking.
Ten Kneeling: When parents are old and sick, whoever calls for medicine will cook it; how many years can the two elders live, how many days will the children be reunited; parents have closed their eyes for a hundred years, how many children are around...
"My son, my good son, my parents' sweetheart, get up quickly, just come back, just come back."
The old mother and father both shed tears, and the family of three cried together.
This year, the old mother and the old father were very happy because the family was reunited.
"Dad, Mom, look, this is Xuemei..."
crackling...
The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and another year of family fun...