Brush Up Your Proficiency

Outside the car window, the city's hustle and bustle gradually faded away, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

The journey between the city and the countryside was long, like two worlds existing in the same space yet isolated from each other. Sitting in the car, Wang Hao and his sister felt their mood lighten as they moved away from the city.

Life in the big city moved at a rapid pace, like a storm, with people always busy rushing between various tasks. In contrast, the pace of a small city was much slower.

However, for the village, time seemed to have frozen, and the whole village was immersed in a peaceful atmosphere.

It's no exaggeration to say that even someone who has been away from their hometown for ten years would find, upon returning, that everything remains the same except for the changes in people and affairs, as if time hadn't left much of a mark there.

After searching for a long time in the town, Wang Hao and his sister finally found a dilapidated three-wheeled motorcycle.

This three-wheeled motorcycle seemed to bear the vicissitudes of time, and although its appearance was somewhat worn, it could still barely run.

Filled with anticipation and joy, they got on this three-wheeled motorcycle and began the last leg of their journey home.

Along the way, they had experienced four completely different modes of transportation.

First, there was the crowded bus, where people were packed together like sardines in a can.

In the crowded carriage, they endured the stuffiness and discomfort, and only with great difficulty did they reach the train station.

Then, they boarded the noisy train.

This bus traveled between the countryside and the city, allowing the siblings to feel the changes and development in their hometown. Despite the bumpy ride, their hearts were filled with longing for home.

Finally, there was this simple three-wheeled motorcycle. It slowly drove along the country road, its wheels making a creaking sound.

Sitting in the car, the siblings felt the breeze on their faces, watching as familiar scenery gradually unfolded before them.

Each transfer was a new experience and a test of patience and stamina.

However, the siblings never uttered a word of complaint. After all, this was the way home!

They understood that these detours were just minor episodes on the way home, and that home was waiting for them not far away.

The hardship and inconvenience along the way made Wang Hao secretly resolve in his heart: he must buy a car of his own! That way, he wouldn't have to suffer this hardship on the way home in the future.

He told himself that he would achieve this goal once he earned enough money after a while. After all, owning a car would make the journey home more convenient and comfortable.

The two got out of the car with joy, but when they returned home, they were greeted not by their parents' surprised smiles, but by a cold, closed door.

The originally ecstatic expressions of Wang Hao and Wang Lan instantly became somewhat stiff.

They thought that returning home early without telling their family in advance would give them a pleasant surprise, but now it seemed that their parents might have gone to work in the fields.

This surprise obviously failed to be conveyed successfully, and instead, this door gave them a not-so-small 'surprise'.

Wang Hao and Wang Lan looked at each other, both their eyes revealing the helplessness of 'I don't have the key to the house'.

Wang Hao couldn't help but smile wryly, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to his school days.

At that time, whenever he came home from school and found that his parents had already gone to work in the fields and hadn't returned yet, he would sit alone at the door, take out his homework book, and start writing his homework seriously.

By the time he finished his homework, his parents would be almost finished with their farm work and returning home.

These long-lost memories flooded into his mind like a tide, making Wang Hao feel nostalgic and reluctant to leave. Those beautiful and unforgettable youthful years!

As time passed, Wang Hao gradually grew up, left his hometown to study and work, and experienced many ups and downs in life. However, that nostalgia for the pure years of his childhood always lingered in his heart.

At this moment, standing at the door of his home, facing that familiar yet unfamiliar door, he seemed to have turned back into that young child, longing for his parents' warm embrace and the warm atmosphere of the family.

Perhaps, this is the price of growing up.

We keep moving forward on the road to pursuing things, but we often ignore the most precious things around us.

Now, Wang Hao finally realized that no matter how much wind and rain he had gone through, home was always a haven for the soul, a place that carried endless warmth and love. Although the years had passed, that longing and yearning for home would forever be engraved in his heart.

"Mom, where did you go? My brother and I are back, right at the door!" Wang Lan's tone was a little depressed when she called her mother, partly because it wasn't what she had expected, and partly because she felt sorry for her parents, who were definitely in the fields on such a hot day instead of staying at home.

At this moment, his sister's phone call also pulled Wang Hao's thoughts back to reality.

In a daze, he realized that it was no longer the era when he could only rely on waiting to deliver messages, but an era with advanced communication technology, where he could call his family at any time.

"Ah, you're back! Lao Lin, our son and daughter are at the door, I'll go back first, I won't wait for the harvester here anymore.

You stay here and wait and see, if the harvester doesn't come, you should go home quickly too. Xiao Lan, Mom is coming back now!" Mother Liu Zhi responded with surprise, her tone light and lively, not at all like someone who was over half a century old.

"According to what Mom said, they should be waiting for the harvester to harvest the wheat in the field," Wang Lan turned to Wang Hao and said, her tone a little sullen.

"Is it our turn so soon? Mom and Dad didn't even tell us. Luckily, we came back early, otherwise, they might not have told us until the wheat at home was sold!" Wang Hao felt a little uncomfortable and sighed secretly.

The two siblings just silently looked in the direction of the intersection, both feeling something in their hearts. How could those who silently dedicate themselves loudly announce their achievements? They would just silently hide in the dust.

Finally, not long after, a familiar figure riding a bicycle appeared at the intersection.

Wang Hao's eyes were fixed on that figure, and the memory in his mind gradually became clear like a movie, overlapping with the scene in front of him little by little. The corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and finally, a bright smile bloomed on his face.