This is the second day after my parents came to Wuhan. It's snowing outside, and the electric heater on is like a pot of fire. Father thought it was a waste of electricity and said that if he was at home, adding some wood to the fireplace would warm him up.
I understood my father's homesickness, and then I talked to him about the tea pot in the fireplace, the simmering wine and the potatoes buried in the ashes. It seems that my father's mind is not here. He said, I wonder what happened to the painted cat in such a cold day.
This made me forget about it for a while. I have been in Wuhan for more than ten years, and I have taken my parents to live here several times. They always leave a person to look after crops at home, be polite to others, and have a painted cat. This time, they made up their minds to come together. We have to find someone to take over farming, otherwise the land will be barren; Call relatives, or the door will be locked when the guests come. As for painting cats, it is natural to ask people to cook cat rice.
My brother and sister and I don't want them to go back to their hometown, but we are afraid to tell them for fear that they will feel kidnapped. But they came, and I left them. Except weekends, there are only two of them at home. Luckily, a dog, Zhu Xiao, gave them some laughter. I call them at noon every day to ask if they have eaten. I answer that they have eaten, either boiled rice paste, boiled potatoes and beans, or boiled tofu with green vegetables, all of which are the ways of eating in my hometown.
In the evening, as usual, my father and I will have a glass of wine and chat. Usually I will talk about how a neighbor or relative lived after he went to the city, such as playing chess and reading books. Speaking of a cousin who went to a university for the aged to study calligraphy, his father said with a smile, there is no way. There is no land in the city, and my hands are idle and tired.
Father likes reading, read Six Chapters of a Floating Life, and said it was really well written. Unfortunately, Shen Fu and Yun Niang were unlucky. He praised Jiang Tan's Memories of Qiu Guang, and read Wang Zengqi's Plants on Earth, praising Mr. Wang as a nice guy. When my father was reading, my mother either teased Zhu Xiao or sat on the balcony watching flowers and plants. Mom entered the literacy class, and at first she could recognize some words, but later she forgot all about them. When all her three children were married to the city, one day she sighed, "There are three guests!" " "They envy others who have old people, young people and children at home. In fact, our family is the same, only scattered in several places.
I'm sorry to hear that. In recent years, I often have no sense of belonging to the city and often complain that I don't know if I am a guest in my dream. I have endless worries, but every time I go back to my hometown, I always look smug for fear that my parents will worry. On the way to the city, they bent down as stepping stones, and then we forgot our original dreams and got stuck in the secular world. Even if I go home to visit my relatives every year, it's true-I don't want to abandon my parents, at least I abandon my parents: other families get together to enjoy family happiness, and I am just envious and afraid of causing trouble to my children.
The year before last, my mother fell down and half of her body could not move. They didn't say a word Fortunately, when I called back, my mother said it didn't matter. I would just sleep all night tomorrow. I immediately understood what was going on and telegraphed my relatives and friends to help take them to the hospital. Although the location of the bleeding point in the brain does not hurt the key, there are still obstacles in the hands and feet. Mother said: I spent so much money this time, just like you bought your mother. I have to live well for a few years, otherwise, you are too unworthy.
One night, my father and I talked about life and death and the location of the cemetery he prepared. He said that if he died in the city, he must send his ashes back to his hometown. He said that he promised to stay with his grandmother after her death. He said that the place was close to the old house, just like sleeping in another place. Being close to the house has another advantage. If you want to see me, you don't have to run away. I thought, is it stressful for him to leave him in the city?
They are still lonely. Every time after work, they are like doormen in five-star hotels, standing at the door and waiting eagerly for a long time. I said, I used to go back twice a year, but now I am together every day. Why are you waiting? Mom said, I used to be like that, but now it's different. I have hope.
On weekends, I helped my mother go to Little Square not far away to bask in the sun. Suddenly, my mother pointed to a person and said, like a person in our village. But this is really just the beginning. Later, every time she went downstairs, she would always see a person like our village, with a back, hair or walking posture. One day, when she saw a Song Shiquan, she was very sad. Her mother was happy at once and said, look how human this dog is! I laughed too. She said the neighbor was unsmiling, but a bit like a ghost.
I smiled and smiled, and my heart was tight. It turns out that my mother is homesick, too.
As the year is approaching, parents miss the twelfth lunar month in their hometown, the smell of shochu, the smell of boiled sugar and the cheerful voice of their neighbors, all of which are lacking here. Every time relatives and friends call to say hello, my father always says nothing, and he will sigh thoughtfully when he hangs up the phone. One day, I came back, and my father said happily: My cousin who studied calligraphy at the university for the aged has returned to his hometown and no longer lives in the city. He said it's like corn grown in the park, but it's not a crop. It seems that grandpa's words made my father sing, and I was uneasy for a while.
Two days before the Spring Festival, my brother came from Nanjing, talking about a recent business trip to Guangzhou to visit an old neighbor, saying that the neighbor held his hand and cried. The younger brother said, how can an old man cry like that? Father said that young people don't know their hometown, and the ancients listed "meeting an old friend in a foreign land" and "wedding night" as four happy events in life, which is not nonsense.
It's not the first time for my parents to spend the New Year in their hometown. My mother said that a while ago, I made a wish to a king fairy in my hometown to buy incense. I made a flowerpot and put it on the balcony. Mother said to Wang Shenxian: Sorry, it's too far, you have to run away. This city dare not set off firecrackers or neglect you. I will respect you when I come back. You must try your best to realize my wishes to you. I asked my mother what she wished for, but she smiled and kept silent. I asked again, and my mother said that God Wang wanted to bless me when I was sleepy. She said that she had woken up and saw that I was still sitting, so she made a wish and asked Wang Shenxian to let me go to bed early.