Returning Home
When we reach the mines, we will take a ride to Sabah. Zhao Yijing had her own house in Sabah. After staying for a night, he took me to Old Ban on his motorcycle the next day. He only arrived at dusk. After the two of them parted ways, I stayed in the inn. I ate some food on the street and returned to the inn. I closed the door and locked the door before going to bed. It had been many days since he had a good sleep, and he fell into a deep sleep soon after he went to bed.
The next day, I took the morning bus and arrived at Cangyuan County at 5 pm. He checked into the hotel at the station. He went to a deserted restaurant and asked for a plate of preserved eggs, a plate of beef jerky, a big bowl of bitter vegetable soup, a big cup of white wine, and a big bowl of rice. The total price was 15 yuan. The beef jerky was extremely fragrant, and the wine was extremely bitter. The remaining half of the cup was not finished.
The next morning, he took a bus at seven o'clock to Lin Cang. It was more than 200 kilometers and the ticket price was 25 yuan. It was already midnight when they returned to Kunming on the third day. On the fourth day, they finally arrived at their hometown, Jianshui. Although he had only been away from home for four or five months, he felt a sense of warmth when he stepped foot on his hometown.
Without any family or friends to welcome me, I quietly returned to my old house. The light came in through the old-fashioned latticed window, but it could not illuminate the corner of the hut. There was a spider web hanging from the rope of the old mosquito net, and a black spider sat motionless in the web. I hastily tidied up and washed my face and feet with cold water before lying down on the bed.
Lying on this orange wooden bed, I felt a sense of belonging. My mother was very frugal, and the cotton cushion was used since I was young until I went to college. He remembered that when he was a child, he could not sleep because of the fleas, so he often got up to catch fleas. When caught, they would squeeze it to death with their fingernails, making a soft "beep" sound. As time passed, the cushion was covered with spots of blood that had never been washed.
I didn't wear a shirt most of my childhood, and I had a malnourished belly during spring, summer, and autumn. He had no shoes and ran around in the wild barefooted. His feet were so thick that even the thorns were bent. But that was the happiest time of my life, and it made me reminisce about it.
The next day, he went to the Agricultural Bank of China to apply for a Golden Ear Card and deposited 30,000 yuan on it. He also saved 100,000 yuan and 450,000 yuan in fixed certificates of deposit for a year.
According to the address that Zhu 'er gave him, he had to ask a few people to find Zhu' er's house. It was a small two-story red brick house that he had built himself. His wife and son were there. His wife was a woman in her mid-thirties, and his son looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. I said that Manager Zhu asked me to come. He's doing well in Myanmar and asked me to bring you some money. She said that it would be a long time before Manager Zhu could return home and told the mother and son to live a good life. She even specially instructed the child to study hard and strive to get into university.
I gave his wife 50,000 yuan. His wife's eyes lit up when she saw the stack of money. She quickly took the money and asked,"You've found a rich mine, haven't you? Tell him not to drink too much and eat less meat. She was almost back. It was fine as long as she had enough money. It was too much, too little, as long as it was enough to eat. It's tough and dangerous outside. I heard that there are many poisonous snakes and tigers and leopards, right?”
I couldn't help but feel sad when I heard that. She patted her son's head and said that she was leaving. His wife was pretty, and from her words, she had feelings for Zhu 'er. Why did Zhu 'er not believe her? I'm considering whether I should give all his assets to his wife in the future so that I don't have to worry.
Should I go and see my brother and sister? After thinking about it, he decided not to go. Ever since they got married, they had been living their own lives. After their mother passed away, they basically did not come to their hometown, not even during the New Year.
Brothers and sisters who had lost their kinship were even worse than outsiders; Even if they gathered together and pretended to be intimate, they only felt estranged and cold. The livelier the atmosphere, the lonelier he felt.
I went to the southern suburbs to see my mother's grave. I go to Qingming Festival every year. However, it was already May, and the Qingming Festival had passed.
On a mountain that wasn't very high, among the rocks, weeds, and short pine trees was his mother's grave. There were some chicken cakes and a few wrinkled apples on the stone platform in front of the tombstone. There were still incense sticks left on the grave. I know that my brothers and sisters have already come to visit the grave.
He swept the platform in front of the tombstone with shrubs and placed the fruits and pastries he had brought. He lit a few incense sticks and kowtowed to his mother. She thought to herself, Mom, I see you're here. Your son has been working in Myanmar for a long time. Don't worry, bless your son to be rich and come back safely!
After kowtowing, I sat beside my mother's grave and smoked, reminiscing about the past.
Her mother had only had a few happy days in her life. The family was poor and used clay bricks as pillows. When she was seven or eight years old, she had been helping her grandmother sell melon seeds and fried beans to make a living. His father had been a soldier of the Guomindang, and his reward was a soldier's ruffian and a gun scar on his leg. In my memory, he gave me a scolding and a stick. As a result, when he saw articles about father-son relationships, he felt proud and pretentious, such as the famous "Father's Back". Could it be that all the fathers in the world are different from my father?
There was only one person in this world who truly loved me, but she was already buried in the ground. Her voice and smile, those details of her care and love for me will never be forgotten!
The county town of my hometown is not big. Some of the faces are familiar. I know some of them, but they don't know me. She bumped into a high school classmate at the entrance of the county government office. He got out of a small car. This student was the son of the deputy secretary of the county party committee and did not get into university. Later, he heard that he had entered the police station and was now the deputy director. He looked at me and smiled, waiting for me to call him. But I pretended not to see him and walked past him.
I remembered that class reunion. A few female classmates surrounded him and he was in the limelight. When they found out that my unit was a construction company, the down-and-out students all smiled, as if they had found a colleague. Those who are powerful and noble, who take things by trickery and plunder by force, are enviable. Those who worked hard and gave selflessly would be looked down upon. This was really a snobbish society. Even class reunions were not spared. It was no wonder that some students did not want to participate, saying that it was initiated by some people to show off. It was useless to go, but it would only increase the sense of loss.
I didn't stay long in my hometown and returned to Myanmar.
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