Last winter, my mother came to see me from the village and walked tens of kilometers.
On July 20, 2019, I finally came out. People from the distant village and neighbors broke through the threshold of my house and gathered in my yard just to catch a glimpse of the only college student in our village.
That college student was me, and when I first received my acceptance letter, I was also ignorant. I only remember that the village chief, who usually did not pay much attention to people, carried a chicken and a firecracker, and walked into my house with a smile.
Since then, for nearly a week, my family has been flooded with visitors. Growing up getting so much attention for the first time, I wasn't used to it. In contrast, the congratulations of the guests did not bring me much vanity satisfaction, but affected my family's farming and bothered me.
In September, my mother sent me to enroll in school.
The school is in the university town in the east of the city, and my family is in the small village of the mountain in the west of the city.
The city is so big, the west of the city to the north of the city, a full five hours of car.
My mother spent a hundred and two and bought me a new set of clothes while passing through the shopping malls in town. It was a fake Adi, and one time I broke my pants and hid in the dorm laundry room in the middle of the night for a long time.
Later, also because we couldn't find a school location, my mother and I tried a taxi for the first time and it cost 35. My mother smiled and said that things in the city were really convenient, but I remembered that she had been coughing for half a month because she was reluctant to pay 20 yuan for cold medicine.
Compared with the distance between home and school, it seems that the distance between this taxi is farther away.
After about two months, winter in Guizhou came.
I've always felt that the southern winter is more difficult, because the northern winter has heating, while the southern can only be held up. Maybe not all Southerners hold out every winter, but at least I am.
I didn't have many clothes for school, and the quilt was pretty thin. Because my hometown has the habit of raising fires in winter, a group of people will gather together to roast the fire. So didn't bring too much clothing that was too thick.
For the first time, I felt that the city was not so good. There are many irrational things in the city, such as down jackets, warm babies, hot water bottles... There is no why, because I don't have any of those.
One afternoon this winter, my mother came to see me.
It didn't snow, but it was just cold. I suspected it was the knife, because the cold wind was biting and I was breathless.
My mother called me at the public phone booth outside because my family only had landlines. The PHS in my hand was given to me by the village chief with the old one, saying that it was for the convenience of contact.
When I heard my mother's phone call, my first reaction was to be a little confused, wondering if something was wrong at home. Later, I heard my mother say to me while she was angry: "Nenezi, my mother brought you some pads and covers, you come out and get them." "
I suddenly felt that the weather was not so cold, not because my mother's arrival added warmth to me, but because of the contrast.
The road out of the mountain was bad and there was no car, and the last time they and their mother walked for an hour just to go out of the mountain. After leaving the mountain, the car is also difficult to wait, not only difficult to wait but also difficult to squeeze, the road is long and dare not sleep, I heard that there are many thieves on the car...
The faster I think about my pace, the more I think about my grievances, if we live in a city with convenient transportation, there will be a subway bus when I go out: if I can work harder and earn more money when I work part-time, my mother can take a taxi: if...
There weren't so many ifs, and before I knew it, I was already at the school gate.
I saw other people, all luggage underneath, people sitting on top of the luggage. And the woman at the door, sitting on the ground, with her luggage in her arms.
I want to scold my mother twice, how stupid, but unfortunately I have turned into choking and swallowing into my stomach.
All that was left were a few greetings, a couple of carings, a bag of luggage, and a half-night thought.
In the summer of 2020, I stayed in town to work part-time as a waiter in order to make up for my tuition.
I thought it was a normal sales call, but looking at the beginning of 0851, I was stunned. Thinking back to last winter, I hesitated and answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Nenezi~"
My nose was sour and I asked, "Mom, have you come to see me again?" All said I'll be fine, you don't have to worry. "
Since seeing me last winter, my father had quietly told me that my mother's knee seemed to have left a sick root and had been hurting.
My mother said she was still in the car and would get off at my part-time location later. So we agreed on a location, and I took a leave of absence from the store manager, and the store manager agreed very sympathetically.
As I walked to the agreed place, I thought about what I was going to say to my mother when I met. I wanted to say to my mother: My mother's legs are what I owe her.
When I met my mother, she had just gotten out of the car. A white sedan with a blue logo printed on the side. It's completely different from a taxi.
As soon as my mother got out of the car, she told me that this direct car was too convenient, and it could be taken out of the house, and the price was cheap.
I was stunned when our small village also had a direct bus to the university town.
Later, after understanding, I learned that the so-called direct car was an online car for private travel.
Last winter, when my mother went back, she met a fellow driver who said that his brother was driving an online car, and that remote people like your family could pick up and drop them off, and then gave her a phone number.
Mother kept that number in mind and finally tried to dial it this fall. When the car drove to the door of the house, the mother believed that she could get on the car in such a remote place as her own home. Enjoy such a quick ride.
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