Time: 2009-4-621:13:22 Words: 2506
He was about to leave. Yang Wu had already escaped with his hope. The sky of hope had already collapsed. It was time to go. The sky was already bright. Zhiyuan, who had not slept for a night and did not feel sleepy, hurriedly folded the bedding. He had to go home again. It was another story that ended in sadness. He had to embark on the gray journey home again. Every time he went out, he carried hope and returned home with despair. It was his cousin who sent him to the station. The green on both sides of the road replaced the gray and black from the last time he passed by. The poplar trees on both sides of the road were already covered with palm-sized leaves that rustled in the wind. The pylon in the courtyard near the railway was still turning tirelessly. The pile of coal in the courtyard was already higher than the eaves of the courtyard. The bulldozer was still desperately pushing the black coal.
If time stopped here, Zhiyuan thought that his pursuit of life had stopped, and then looked at the high pile of coal in the courtyard. The same struggle, the same labor, and the results of labor created by a collective of individuals could not be compared. The heavenly wheel on the tower was still spinning.
His reincarnation in the lifeline had already stopped running. His pulse was beating with a rush of desire. He did not know when the next cycle would start and what kind of starting point it would be. He did not understand why it was so difficult for him to find a foothold to maintain his life. He hoped that he could quickly settle down and end this blind wandering as soon as possible.
Zhiyuan asked his cousin to go back first. It was enough for him to wait alone. There was no reason for his cousin to accompany him to experience the sad parting. Zhiyuan had to go back too. His cousin was going back to the coal mine that was full of hope, but Zhiyuan still had to go back to his hometown that he struggled so hard to get out of. It wasn't that he refused to continue living on the yellow soil that had nurtured him. He wanted to survive in a city that was bigger than a county. He wanted to plant hope in the hard soil of the big city.
The bus from Zaocheng to his hometown county arrived at 8:30 am. It was already past 9 am. The bus from Zaocheng to Xiaotun Station had been traveling for nearly an hour. There was an eye-catching sign on the windshield that showed the departure and destination of the bus.
This was not the season for traveling and returning home to visit relatives. Zhiyuan was the only passenger waiting for the bus at this remote station. He waved at the bus in advance, reluctantly and helplessly. The door of the bus opened with a crash. The middle-aged woman who sold the ticket looked at the bus with disappointment. It was the off-season, and there were still many empty seats on the bus.
Zhiyuan quickly grabbed his luggage and jumped into the car. He was afraid that he would be abandoned in this helpless station. He took out his money and bought a ticket. Zhiyuan found a seat near the window and sat down. He looked around at the passengers in the car. This time, the passengers on the bus were mostly women, children, and the elderly. Listening to the familiar local accent, the urgency to go home disappeared, because he had to go back empty-handed, and he could not face the deliberately teasing greetings from the villagers.
The bus continued to move forward, and the scenery of early summer flashed through the window like a movie film. It was forced into the line of sight.
The more frustrated he was, the more bumpy the journey became. He felt a little carsick. Waves of nausea surged in his chest. Fortunately, he did not eat in the morning. Otherwise, he might really be unable to hold it in and throw up. In the morning, he declined the breakfast that his second aunt had prepared. Perhaps it was because he hadn't eaten that it caused motion sickness. As he stopped the car and put on the brakes, his body swooped down due to inertia, and the dizziness became more intense and cruelly tortured him again and again.
People who were on their way home were always eager to return to the familiar village as soon as possible and get into the comforting embrace to supplement the missing warmth of family. Along the way, people kept asking about the arrival time. Their faces were filled with the desire to go home. As the distance was left behind, the familiar hometown was not far ahead. Some of the lively people even saw the familiar villages and towns. At this moment, the passengers were no longer sleepy and tired. They all looked out of the window with wide eyes and excitement.
Some people might be going out for the first time, so they repeatedly reminded the ticket seller not to forget to tell them if they had arrived at the place to get off.
Zhiyuan tried his best to hide his melancholy in everyone's excitement. He was afraid of what it would be like when he returned home. Would it be his parents 'condemnation or would he cry out in grievance? Perhaps his sudden return would shatter the hope his parents had placed on him when he was away.
He really wished that the bus would drive a little slower. He had not thought about how to face everything.
Perhaps none of them could be true. Perhaps none of the assumptions could be true. Hopefully, it wasn't. Hopefully, there was another way to make everyone feel gratified. Perhaps his parents would once again conceal their disappointment and greet him with smiles. Failure could not be taunted, so they had to give encouragement to ignite hope. Perhaps the villagers would also comfort themselves with encouragement. Without the heroic past, everything in the past was bleak. Even the carefree childhood could not be relived at such a moment.
The bus arrived at the station. There were not many passengers on the bus at this time. Some of them got off early in the suburbs of the county town. The car parked and the door opened. The driver and the conductor went to rest. They would come back to clean up the rubbish in the car later.
The passengers squeezed to get out of the car. Below the car were their relatives who were eagerly welcoming them. Zhiyuan was still sitting in his seat. He was not in a hurry to go home, and no one came to welcome him. Zhiyuan looked out the window at the returning passengers at the station. Each and every one of them was in high spirits, which deeply hurt his self-esteem.
In the future, perhaps only by being strong and persistent could he confidently step into the station. People came and went in the station, just like when he left. The scenery in the station was played out by the unfamiliar faces coming and going.
Zhiyuan was the only one left. It was time to leave. He got up lazily and got out of the car with his luggage. Those who didn't welcome him also felt less disappointed and guilty. Otherwise, they really didn't know how to face the person who came.
Unknowingly, he walked away from the station and headed home. The anxious Zhiyuan had to walk home on foot again. He carried his luggage and walked on the busy street. The asphalt road that he had wandered on countless times had become a swamp that he could not face at this time. The scene of crossing the street while playing truant replayed over and over again.
He lowered his head and hurried forward. He was afraid of meeting his classmates and acquaintances, so he looked down and out. The weather was already hot. Although the dry weather made his pace a little messy, his pace did not slow down. He wanted to cross the county town and escape home as soon as possible.
Perhaps it was because his home was right in front of him that he didn't feel as tired as when he left the brick kiln. He just wanted to hide at home as soon as possible. If he met someone he knew in the village on the way, he would be embarrassed.
He was home, he was finally home. The village he lived in was right in front of him, and the smell of his hometown's soil hit his face. His eyes moistened. He stopped when he passed by his family's responsible field. The wheat that had grown happily under the hard work of his parents had begun to sprout, and the weeds on the ridge of the field were also growing luxuriously. He thought that he might not be able to see the harvest of the crops, but he should be as tenacious as the grass in his own land.
Life would never be abandoned by the earth. Any life had its own conditions and space for survival. One could also see vigorous vitality on the ridges outside the fertile fields.
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