Sometimes, a few numbers, pronounced in a warm voice, become a special day. For example, September 16.
From a young age, September 16 was a day to eat brine noodles, until his father died 15 years ago, and this day's brine noodles became a water moon mirror flower, and the tentacles were fleeting.
Early in the morning, my brother sent a message, warm, like the sunny sun of that day.
At noon, I went to the vaccination point to get a vaccination booster injection, it was more than 12 o'clock, I went home to visit the old woman, as soon as I opened the door, the smell of meatloaf in the courtyard was full of smell, and the mother was busy in front of the stove. The mother is really old, the right leg of the early years of hard work, suffering from severe arthritis, walking and dragging, faltering. I consulted an orthopedic surgeon and could not do surgery for a long time. Let her stand on crutches, she said that she did not want anything, always said that this young age will be on crutches, and it will be inseparable from the future.
In the afternoon, when I had something to return early, my mother dragged her right leg like a wooden stick and sent me to the road. After all, I didn't dare to send the road that ran too many freight cars to and fro, just like that, I was waiting for the car on this side of the road, she watched on the other side of the road, I waved her hand to let her go back, she beckoned and nodded, until I sat on the bus, I couldn't see her shadow, this person who gave birth to me...
On light days, there is often a warm current that wets the heart inadvertently.