Every time I go back to my hometown, when the villagers see me, they will ask, "Do you come back often?" ”
When they asked me that, I knew it wasn't blame, it was lip service, but it sounded like a reminder.
I would say, "Come back often, just stay at home less." ”
The villagers then said, "When you are not busy, you often come back to see your parents." I nodded.
The events of the early years are vividly remembered.
When I was in elementary school, one day, my father called me to the front and said, "You have already gone to school, and you have met elders on the road. "According to what my father said, when I met an elderly person, I took the initiative to say, grandpa (grandma) is good, uncle (uncle) is good, aunt (big bride) is good. They said happily, "This baby, educated." ”
Sometimes, the elders will correct me, baby, you should call me uncle. Some will say that this baby is quite sensible, but you should call me uncle.
I couldn't figure out what the difference was between an uncle and an uncle, an aunt and a grandmother.
Dad smiled and said, "This is easy to do, looking older than Daddy, it is called Uncle, and the small one is called Uncle; if you are older than your mother, you are called Big Niang, and if you are younger, you are called Auntie." ”
After that, I was much more accurate in calling elders.
Under the attention of the villagers, I changed from a primary school student and a junior high school student to a high school student. In the year I graduated from my junior year of high school, I didn't get into college. To make a living, I studied with carpentry and masonry for a while, but I didn't grow. In the words of the villagers, this baby did not eat this bowl of rice.
Later, I was infected for more than half a year, my face was pale, and I had to go to the hospital every day for injections. When the villagers saw my weak appearance, they would ask me what my illness was.
After recovering, I went to Shanxi to work for a year, and finally made up my mind to re-enter the university. High school was on the west side of my street, and the villagers often sat in front of the house and watched me walk past them again and again.
When they came home from school at noon, most of them had already eaten lunch. I habitually asked, "It's time for dinner, auntie?" They would respond, "Just after school, hurry back." Your mother must have cooked a meal waiting for you. ”
The hot wheat harvest season every year is also the sprint stage before the college entrance examination. When I came home from school, I often encountered villagers with sickles and straw hats going down to the ground to cut wheat, or pulling the cut wheat back from the field. By the third year of review, I was really ashamed to meet them and deliberately avoid them. Especially when I came back from the fields covered in sweat, I felt like a deserter.
When it is really impossible to avoid, the villagers will tirelessly say: "There is hope this year, baby?" Can't pass the exam, review for another year. Just those few books, I don't believe we can't learn. When I walked over, I would hear them talking behind my back: "This baby will definitely come out." ”
In those years, my parents never let me go to the fields to do farm work. When I was young and strong and able to contribute, I did not share the physical work of my parents and reviewed the preparation at school. When studying, from time to time, the figure of parents working in the fields will appear in front of you. To this day, I am deeply aware of how important it was for me to have the results I have today and how important my parents' unwavering support was to me.
After graduating from college and returning to his hometown to teach, the children of uncle and uncle's family also reached the age of junior high school. They often taught their older brothers, and the next year they taught their younger brothers; they taught their sisters, and then they taught their sisters. Now whenever I return to the village, when the villagers see me, they will say approvingly: "You are the teacher of my two children." Books are well taught! ”
In the two years of working in the township government, the villagers went to run errands, and I always ran forward and after to help them. After I went to work in the county, when the villagers asked me to help, I never shirked.
Before the Spring Festival in the past two years, I always took a few calligraphers back to my hometown to write the Spring Festival. The villagers gathered in the compound of the village committee, and when they held the red "Fu" character in their hands and a simple smile on their faces, my heart was warm.
Some time ago, I accidentally fell, my right leg was bruised, and I walked a little toe. During this period, I went back to my hometown because of the incident.
The villagers saw me and greeted me one after another: "This baby is back." Busy now? ”
I can't help but sigh that I am more than fifty years old, but I will always be a child in the eyes of the villagers.
I had walked some distance away, and when I looked back, I saw that they were still watching me.
I turned around and heard an aunt's kind and puzzled voice: "What about this baby's legs?" ”
A warm current suddenly surged in my heart...