When Shen Dapeng stepped into the courtyard of the family building of the Public Security Bureau, the old man of the doorman smiled and nodded in the room. There were still all kinds of motorcycles and bicycles parked in the courtyard. The narrow Yong road became more inconvenient. The door of each unit is still dilapidated for many years, and the lights in the corridor are still not sure which floor is not on.
Shen Dapeng walked into the innermost unit, and as soon as he entered, he smelled the mixed taste of various pickles and hydrochloric acid vegetables. It smelled unpleasant but felt cordial.
Step by step up the familiar stairs, I suddenly remembered that when he was just reborn, he walked up the stairs with his father one after another. At that time, he swore that he must enter a good university, must be ahead, must You buy a big house for your parents and let them enjoy the happiness.
Now he was admitted to the country's premier Mizuki University, and he also opened a company behind his parents and made money, but the big house he once promised his parents has never been fulfilled.
It’s not that Shen Dapeng is not filial and wants to break his promise, but as a freshman, he suddenly used a large sum of money to buy a house for his parents. The parents will definitely doubt and worry. The couple continued to live a stable and solid life.
Standing at my door, looking at the two small jars placed next to the door, which should be pickled vegetables from my mother, open the lid, one jar is pickled cucumbers and the other is pickled garlic!
Shen Dapeng sniffed the sweet and sour taste of garlic, and couldn't help but grabbed a head and ate it directly, accompanied by a creaking sound in his mouth, his eyes glowing.
It hasn't changed, it's still the taste, mother's taste.
A clove of garlic was still chewing and savoring, but the door of the house suddenly opened for some reason, and I saw my mother carrying a garbage bag, which was about to be placed behind the door.
The mother and son were both stunned for an instant. This scene was too dramatic.
"Dapeng, why did you come back so soon?"
"Didn't I call you, yesterday's train, it's here today!"
"I thought, I thought you would go out with your friends, and you won't be back today."
"I don't want to party, I want to eat mom's meal!"
"Eat! Do it! Mom will do it for you!"
"Mom, are you... don't you plan to let me in?"
"Huh?" Liu Fengyun just remembered. After talking for a long time, his son laughed and laughed at himself before entering the house. "Look at my head. I get excited and everything is messed up. Son, mom misses you too much, come in! "
"Where is my dad?" Shen Dapeng took off his shoes and entered the house, put the package in the door, and walked all the way to the living room. He didn't see his father. He should be at home during the three-day holiday on New Year's Day.
"Oh, he seems to be in a meeting in his work unit. In the new year, there is always a mess of policies and regulations. I don't understand. Anyway, your dad is exhausted these days."
Liu Fengyun was as happy as if he had won the lottery. After his mouth was almost at the root of his ears, he kept staring at his son with a smile, as if he would never see enough.
"Mom, don't look at me like that, what are you going to do!"
"What are you doing? My son is handsome, don’t you let me see? My dear eldest son, you have no conscience. People say that you have forgotten your mother when you marry a daughter-in-law. If you are still in school, you have already taken your dad. Mom has forgotten, you said, a semester, how many phone calls did you call home?"
"I..." Shen Dapeng gestured with his fingers, and finally had to smile awkwardly, he took the initiative to contact the home, as if he could count with one hand, it was indeed a bit too shameful.
"As soon as I want to call you, your dad will say that I am a benevolent woman, saying that you study hard in the capital, don't let me disturb you, save the distraction, eh, I am puzzled, my son and parents have a fight Can you learn by phone?"
"You don’t need to call. I can’t see you anyway. I should think about it! I knit a pair of woolen trousers for you in the fall. Some time ago, your grandma used the cotton trousers filled with new cotton. I wanted to send it to you. Your dad still refuses to say that Beijing is a metropolis. People don't wear their own woolen trousers and cotton trousers, they all wear beautiful ones in the mall."
"Later I went to the mall to see. The cotton-padded clothes and trousers are indeed beautiful, but they don’t keep warm. When you are growing up, your legs can’t be frozen, or else you’ll get older and you’ll be as old as your grandma. Cold legs!"
"Oh, by the way, the peanuts grown at your grandma's house are used to replenish qi and blood and nourish your stomach. I was thinking about being afraid that you might have stomach problems if you don't eat well outside. I want to mail it to you. Your dad still won't let me say something from the countryside. I'll be ashamed of you. He can talk nonsense as much as possible. I don't understand my own son. My son is not a person who loves the poor and loves the rich..."
For a long time, Shen Dapeng sat on the sofa without saying a word, only listening to his mother's unorganized sentence after sentence, as if there were endless words, endless stories, endless grievances.
"Mom, why didn't you mail me? You don't know, I am wearing the woolen pants and cotton trousers bought in the store, but I feel uncomfortable. They are not as soft and warm as you and grandma do!"
"Look, I'm right, your dad, it's a stubborn donkey, but I can't do it with him. In the past six months, I didn't dare to make phone calls, I didn't dare to post clothes, and I couldn't send food..."
"Mom! My son misses you too!!"
Without waiting for Liu Fengyun to say anything, Shen Dapeng directly reached out and hugged his mother tightly. It was not like the loss he had just rebirth, but his apology for his parents' neglect, which made him unable to calm for a long time.
"Son, I don’t mean that your dad doesn’t care. It’s just that your dad is good-looking and doesn’t tell me, but he always asks your aunt secretly. He doesn’t know yet. Your aunt told me all, haha, you said Is he too stupid? I don't know if your aunt and I are sisters!"
Liu Fengyun thought that her words were misleading, and that her life was wronged, she hurriedly explained, but she hugged her son, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and couldn't bear to let go of her arms.
"Son, are you hungry? Mom will cook for you, and I'll be ready soon!" Liu Fengyun suddenly thought that his son had been on the train for a day and a night, and he should have not eaten yet. He was afraid that his son would be hungry, so he got up and walked to the kitchen.
I looked for a few simple side dishes in the refrigerator, and started to make noodles without too much trouble, "Get on the dumplings, get off the noodles! Mom will cook you noodles, how about it, I haven’t eaten them for months, and I’m not greedy. !"
"No, mom, don't tell me, my saliva is about to flow out." Shen Dapeng smiled and joked, looking around this almost unchanged home.
The leather sofa under the buttocks was sunken and inelastic. He said he would change it, but his father said it was comfortable to sit on.
There are obviously eight bulbs in the overhead lamp, but four are still on. Mother said that it saves electricity.
The windows on the windowsill were leaking wind, causing the curtains to sway slightly. It should have been replaced by the more popular aluminum alloy windows, but the old iron windows with rust continued to be used. My father said that the old things are of better quality.