struggle in a small town

Chapter 1
The train drove into the border of my hometown, bringing not only the eagerness to go home, but also the drizzle.

Lin Zhiyuan took the suitcase from the luggage rack, looked back at the bunk behind him, and saw nothing left behind.

Pulling the box and walking forward, he felt his heart beat a little faster.

The last time I went home was during the Spring Festival.

It is already hot summer.

At 9:37, the train pulled into the station on time and stopped firmly beside the platform.

Lin Zhiyuan followed the crowd into the underground passage beside the platform.

Just like in memory, the underground passage exudes an unpleasant smell of urine, with dim lights, making people want to escape quickly.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help speeding up his pace, covering his nose with his empty left hand, when will this dilapidated railway station be properly renovated?
In his impression, for decades, the railway station has always looked like this.

Alas, compared with big cities, small cities are not good because they develop too slowly.

What's more, my hometown is still a fourth-tier agricultural city, and it seems that it will never catch up with the pace of big cities.

After finally escaping from the underground passage, before Lin Zhiyuan had time to catch his breath, a hurried female voice came from beside his ear: "Hey, hey, hey, hey!"

Lin Zhiyuan turned his head and saw a train coming from Xi'an was parked next to another platform. A girl's hair was caught by the zipper of a passerby's schoolbag.

The owner of the schoolbag repeatedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just untie it."

Reasonable words made Lin Zhiyuan look at the girl one more time, but his eyes stopped involuntarily.

Big waves, red lips, and a pair of big eyes showing a little irritability.

The short T-shirt can hardly cover her capital, and the round belly button is smiling at him under the T-shirt.

A huge, bulging red and blue woven bag was tightly attached to the girl's long legs, and above that was a pair of tight denim shorts.

This picture is too inconsistent, Lin Zhiyuan really has no way to associate the woven bag with such a girl.

The hair was untied from the zipper of the schoolbag, and the girl dragged the woven bag and walked past him, only to see a pair of sneakers on her feet.

Lin Zhiyuan looked away, laughed at himself, what are you looking at, such a hot girl, the man kneeling under her high heels, there are eighty if not one hundred.

There is never a shortage of people to chase.

Walking out of the train station, Lin Zhiyuan was about to take a taxi, but saw the girl standing under the canopy on the right, talking on a mobile phone, wearing an extra denim jacket, still so short, showing her beautiful waistline.

They should be looking for someone to pick her up.

Such a girl should have many drivers on call.

Go home, my mother must have cooked a table of delicious meals, waiting anxiously for myself.

Lin Zhiyuan, born in 1981, is just 30 years old this year.

The ancients said that standing at thirty, Lin Zhiyuan thinks he has done it.

After graduating from university, he went to the imperial capital to make a living. Not only did he not ask for a penny from his family these years, but he also helped his parents change a house.

It's just that his dear mother, Song Xiuni, has a different opinion from him.

In Song Xiuni's eyes, being unmarried and not having children is not considered thirty.

As for his own father Lin Aimin's opinion, that's not important.

Song Xiuni got up early in the morning, went to the vegetable market, and when she came back, she plunged into the kitchen and worked till now.

She didn't receive a call from Lin Zhiyuan until after ten o'clock last night, saying that he had already boarded the train and arrived home this morning.

Without asking too much, she just told Lin Zhiyuan to be careful on the train and not to lose anything.

Lin Aimin wanted to ask a few more questions, but Song Xiuni hurriedly hung up the phone: "Xiaoyuan is already so old, we'd better not interfere."

"I'm just worried about him."

"I'll know when he comes back, let him ride in the car now with peace of mind."

Lin Aimin babbled a few words, it was nothing more than the fact that the child had grown up and his wings were hardened, something must have happened when he came back suddenly.

Song Xiuni ignored him, turned over where he couldn't see, and muttered silently: "You are the only one who has a lot to do!"

Lin Zhiyuan took out the key from his pocket and opened the anti-theft door: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Song Xiuni came out of the kitchen: "Hurry up and wash your hands, you can eat right away."

"Where's my dad?"

"To the store."

Lin Zhiyuan carried his luggage to the bedroom, came out to wash his hands and face, went into the kitchen and pinched a piece of cooked pork ribs, it was not too hot: "I want to die of the smell."

"Eat as much as you like, it's all yours."

"Mom, I quit my job."

Song Xiuni didn't even turn her head: "If you resign, then resign, take a good rest at home, you are tired enough these years."

"The house has also been withdrawn. I'm coming back this time and I won't leave."

Song Xiuni's spatula, which was turning over the vegetables, paused for a moment: "It's better not to leave, your father and I have long been looking forward to your return."

"I'll bring the dishes to the living room first."

After Lin Zhiyuan went out, Song Xiuni turned her head to look at his back, the tone of her son just now.
Worrying is really worrying, but my son is getting older, and I have been outside alone these years. As a mother, I should take care of what I should and what I shouldn't, it's better not to take care of it.

Miaomiao was lying on the back of the sofa, dozing off with her eyes squinted, and her tail flicked from time to time.

Lin Zhiyuan stretched out his hand to touch it, Miaomiao opened his eyes, saw that it was him, and closed them again.

"Fat again!"

Lin Zhiyuan sat lazily leaning against the back of the sofa, letting Meow Meow's tail flick on his head.

There are some things that I can't tell my parents.

After graduating from university, Lin Zhiyuan entered a foreign company in the imperial capital as a salesperson, and within a year, he was promoted to a department manager.

Not long ago, he lost the competition for the vice president of sales. The winner was a newcomer who had joined the company less than half a year ago.

It is said to be the son of a director.

When he knew the result, Lin Zhiyuan suddenly felt quite boring, and proposed to resign the next day.

He has created a lot of profits for the company over the years. Of course, the boss wanted to keep him and even proposed a salary increase.

But he didn't want to stay in the imperial capital anymore, so he decided to go back to his hometown.

Didu is fine, but not for him.

Song Xiuni finished frying the last dish and turned off the fire: "Xiao Yuan, call your father and ask him to come back for dinner."

Lin Zhiyuan came back to his senses: "Let's fight now."

The family of three sat around the tea table, and only Lin Zhiyuan moved his chopsticks.

But after ten o'clock in the morning, Song Xiuni and Lin Aimin had breakfast, so they are not hungry right now.

"Xiaoyuan, okay, why did you come back suddenly?"

Lin Zhiyuan sighed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't hide: "Dad, I resigned."

"Okay, why did you resign?"

Song Xiuni stepped on Lin Aimin's foot, signaling him not to ask nonsense.

Lin Zhiyuan put down his chopsticks: "I miss home, I miss my mother's cooking, and I also want to come back to be with you."

"A good boy, with ambitions everywhere."

Song Xiuni gave Lin Aimin a blank look: "Son, you can talk about it, why didn't you go around to see?"

Lin Aimin shut up.

Song Xiuni picked up a piece of pork ribs for Lin Zhiyuan: "Eat, don't bother with your father, he can't do anything. If Huifang and I hadn't borrowed money to open a bookstore back then, our family of three would have to go to the street to beg for food."

Lin Zhiyuan has heard this story hundreds of times, and met Aunt Liu Huifang many times when he was a child, but after he was 10 years old, he didn't want to go out with his parents anymore, and he had already forgotten Aunt Liu's appearance.

Song Xiuni was still rambling: "Xiaoyuan, tomorrow is my godmother's birthday, and your dad and I are going to Huifang's house, will you go?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't want to go anywhere: "I'm quite tired, I want to rest for a few days, you go."

Song Xiuni also wanted to persuade: "The shoes you wore when you were born were all made by my godmother. You should go and see her old man."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Lin Zhiyuan was in no mood to eat: "I'll go back to the room and sleep for a while."

(End of this chapter)