endless roses

Chapter 12

I was dumbfounded and intoxicated in their music, forgetting that it was a dream, and thinking of listening to a stranger playing music in another S city, it was just like today, the moonlight was bright, and my mind was heavy.

Suzhou and Shaoxing, the two S cities in my life, are far more nostalgic than the place where I was born.

This trip is just to meet Brother Xun, but everything here, the sound, laughter, the noise of the city here, the good and bad stories that have happened, are all very kind to me.And the memory in Yangzhou was torn apart by the long-term sojourn, and by the malice of a few strangers. It was the land I fled from and had very little nostalgia for.

On the train I was leaving, I was surrounded by local accents. Their noisy and disorderly appearance, as well as the little bit of impoliteness, were like a painting.

He was lying in the middle of the road, hesitating about his seat, with such a simple appearance, carrying a large bag and small bag, blocking the way of the people behind; she told one person to make way and the old man's expression, both gentle and domineering.

He crossed his hands in silence, and he also had a pair of slightly wide black-rimmed glasses; she sat with the child and asked an old man to sit on the other side, and the old man said, "OK".

Their dark skin, their simplicity, their indifference and enthusiasm.

She covered her daughter with a blanket and the daughter said: Good night, Mom.He stepped on his mother's lap with his bare feet, and his son was eating instant noodles by the window. He was an outsider; on the other side, he was silent and cleared up the snack plates of his younger siblings, waiting for the flight attendant to come with a garbage bag , dumped the trash in.

The seat on the left is him, a silent old man, in his early fifties, and his skin is the tan of a migrant worker; the seat on the right is a gentle girl, with her head bowed, and a brown hairband with a black bow pattern , full of luggage lined up on both sides.The eldest brother stood up and pressed the button, seemingly worried.There are two possibilities, one is to be afraid of falling and hitting people or breaking the box, and the other is to ensure financial security, two kinds of safety.

He, she, they, said so much "he".

It’s really like my countryman, who didn’t pay attention when he came, and thought about it for a while. At the moment when the train is leaving, his heart is sore, his eyes are sore, and there are tears that won’t fall for a while, for some reason.Thinking of my peers, my brothers and sisters back then, how they grew up, and how I grew up.It was rice wine and milk tea, popsicles, or the wind and noise here that made her drunk, so drunk that she wanted to cry.Although I don't want to live in City S, but this land, why, it makes people sad when leaving?
After staying in Hangzhou for a long time, I got off the bus and then boarded the train. It took three hours to go up and down. Is the journey too tiring?Is it close to home?Or did I just say goodbye to the group of new friends, and I expected that I would not have another word with them in the future, or that I would return to Suzhou tomorrow, leave S city, leave Hangzhou, and go to another S city?
When I left, I cautiously asked how much the rice wine and milk tea cost, "Twenty." I left and turned back. After all, I asked, which gave people hope.I bought the useless things of the salesman brother, because he worked so hard and worried about whether the driver and aunt in Shaoxing would make money. I remembered from the owner of the famous tea shop and often said thank you, thank you.At the scenic spot in Lu Xun’s hometown, the employees punched holes with the punching machine. I didn’t say thank you. It’s not necessary. This is their job, but I didn’t say it. ID card sets, one yuan and two ha.” Said the uncle steward on the train.The elder brother on the opposite side pointed to the younger sister and said, "She doesn't."

It was the sister who fell asleep just mentioned, and she got up to chat again.

"Forget it if you don't have one, I won't give it away if you don't have one." He walked towards the front compartment.

Hahaha, nostalgia.Nostalgia, eyes moist, and closed again.I don't want to listen to them, because the boring things they talk about, their voices, even the various foreign dialects they come here to work, all stir my heart.They were sleepy on the train at night. The middle-aged and elderly men held their breath and closed their eyes to rest their minds. The young girl fell asleep peacefully on the bed, because I was also a girl next to her.The little brother who just came back from eating instant noodles, probably in his teens, smiled kindly.

Are you drunk?Must be drunk.Life is obviously boring, but with so many personnel matters, it's so good.

So it's good, right?No, everything can be given up.It just makes me feel moved, moved, loving in a secret world, strangers, every related or irrelevant stranger, must, must live happily, no matter how difficult it is, don’t commit crimes, don’t cheat, just want Friendly, kind, kind... don't bother people whether you are poor or rich.

The city of S in life, the local accent on the train, farmers, Vietnamese songs, the elegant old man, the nostalgia of S city, the local accent on the train.

I went to Lu Xun’s hometown but didn’t go to see my father. I didn’t know what to say. I remembered that when my father left, he went to my city of S and stood outside the school. far away from me.

(End of this chapter)