i was my mistake

Not far away is the railway track that has driven thousands of trains.

There is only one tombstone in front of the grave, but the names of the two deceased are written on it.

The words 'adoptive father' and 'adoptive mother' are added before the name.

At the bottom is the name of the person who erected the monument:

"Adopted daughter

Sunny at night."

The adoptive father and adoptive mother are two retired railway workers, but they don't want to stay away from the railway they have lived with all their lives, so they have been living next to the railway. Before they passed away, they also asked for the grave to be placed nearby.

Having experienced so much during the war years, the adoptive mother has lost her fertility, but the adoptive father has never left him and never disliked him.

And Wan Qing was the child they picked up when they were about to retire.

It is said that they are adoptive parents, but in fact, according to their age, they can be regarded as grandparents.

She took a deep breath of the warm air, glanced at the tombstone with some nostalgia, and finally turned and left amid the sound of cicadas.

The residence is next to the railway.

To be precise, it is next to a railway that is about to be abandoned.

This railway is too remote. Because it was built during the war, a detour was made to ensure safety. It has been used for a long time after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and it will eventually be abandoned and replaced by another newly built railway with a shorter distance.

Next to the old railway, there are several low one-story houses, the highest two floors, most of which are only one floor.

There are brick structures, reinforced concrete structures, and wooden structures.

These houses were either built by local 'masters', or they were built by themselves.

The shapes vary, but all look modest.

Those who live here are either retired railway workers or railway workers who are about to retire.

The young ones generally live in the dormitory and do not yet have their own 'home'.

In a sense, this place is like a village.

——Although there are only a dozen or so families.

On Wan Qing's feet are a pair of pink sneakers that many children are envious of, and she is wearing a beautiful plain blue dress, which billows slightly in the wind, revealing her smooth and white ankles.

As a railway worker, her adoptive parents don't have much money, but they have accumulated a lot of savings over the years. She is always willing to spend money on her, and she dresses beautifully and fashionable even in a bustling city.

"Boom, boom, boom—" Walking along the railway, a coal train was seen in the distance, dragging a long series of cargo carriages, and the driver sitting in the carriage opened the window. He was resting his arms on the window frame, blowing the wind leisurely.

When he saw Wan Qing walking on the road, he smiled and greeted him friendly.

Faintly, he could still hear his enthusiastic shouting.

That is the younger generation of adoptive parents, but he is also an uncle who is about to retire.

Wan Qing smiled gently and nodded slightly towards him.

The speed of the freight train was not fast, but after all, there was no time for a few words. After saying hello, the train continued to move forward. Wan Qing didn't look back, just listening to the sound of "哐哧哒哧" gradually going away.

The two-story wooden house is Wan Qing's current home.

"Wanqing, you're back." An elderly old woman unsteadily pushed open the door of the next door and came out. She was limping, and she seemed to be unable to open one eye. "I just made some pumpkin pie, do you want to eat it?"

"Thank you grandma, I'm not hungry yet."

"Okay, come and eat when you're hungry, and play around when it's summer vacation, you don't have to stay at home all the time."

"Well, I will, thanks grandma."

"Hey! There are fewer and fewer young people here."

The old woman shook her head and limped out.

Even though walking was so inconvenient, she didn't use crutches, as if she had some kind of special persistence.

Or perhaps stubbornness is more appropriate.

"Oh, Wan Qing, I said you were back yesterday, but I couldn't find you today!" Just as she was about to walk up the stairs, she heard someone calling her name again.

Turning his head, he saw a woman in her thirties. Beside her, a man was carefully wiping his red Suzuki motorcycle with a rag.

These are the children of another family. Their children have already entered junior high school. They always come back during this time, and they want to bring their old parents to live in the city.

"Hi Aunt Lan, long time no see, you are still as energetic as before."

"Oh, Wanqing, this girl, has been sensible and gentle since she was a child. When she does things, she is always calm. She looks like a classic beauty. I don't know which fool will be cheap in the future."

Wan Qing pursed her lips and smiled softly, seeming a little shy.

"You'll be a senior in high school next year, right?" The man who was cleaning the motorcycle raised his head and interjected.

"After the summer vacation, I will be in my third year of high school."

"Oh, it will be soon. If you can pass the exam, you will go to college next year. If you don't pass the exam, you can find a job. If this is the past, your high school diploma is considered a high-achieving student. You can go anywhere. I can assign you some work to do."

"Yes."

"Let me tell you, Wan Qing, I have a friend's son who just entered university this year and is studying in City H. I will introduce you to him when the time comes. He is about the same age. If you both like each other, then we will be together." One place, if it doesn’t work, it’s okay, we can be friends anyway.”

"Okay." She pursed her lips and smiled slightly, not looking perfunctory, "Aunt Lan is too much trouble."

"Hey, it should be, you can live a good life, we are all happy, alas, think about it carefully, uncle and aunt have both passed away for three years..."

The woman turned her head and chatted with her man, recalling the past.

Once people get old, they always like to recall the past.

And I always feel that the old things are good, and the newer things are, the worse they are.

—Anyway, there are always many faults that can be picked out.

Wan Qing finally walked up the creaking wooden stairs.

In the small building on the second floor, the stairs are set outside. If you want to go to the second floor, you have to go from the outside.

The first floor is where the adoptive parents used to live, and it is also the living room and kitchen. As for the toilet, it is the small dry toilet at the back of the house.

Upstairs is Wanqing's room.

To be precise, only the bed and a desk and chair should be hers.

The furnishings inside are very messy, and the older generation is always reluctant to throw away anything, so all kinds of useful and useless objects are crowded and piled up together, and there are hardly any places to stay.

She struggled through the maze of objects and took out a small notebook from the drawer of the old desk.

Various addresses are recorded in it, and the means of getting there.

There are food markets, shops, restaurants, and agencies...

When I went downstairs, I saw the man who cleaned the motorcycle and sat on it again, as if he was planning to go out.

"Uncle Yang, are you going out?"

"Yes, let's go to the city. Your Aunt Lan insists on eating sea bass, so I want to buy one."

"Isn't that for my parents? It's rare to come back, so of course I have to eat something good."

Wan Qing pursed her lips and smiled softly, leaned forward slightly: "Uncle Yang, if it's convenient, can you take me for a ride?"

"Okay, do you have something to do in the city? I'll bring you back later, or do you go back by yourself?"

"I'll just go back by myself."

"Oh, so why are you going? Are you going to buy groceries?"

"Go and see the house."

"Want to rent a house?"

"Ah."

"That's right, it's too far for you to get there. I heard that you have to start by bicycle at four o'clock every day?"

"Ah."

"It's too hard, I have to rent a house, especially in the third year of high school."

"It would be great if the school offered accommodation, but it's a pity that there are no student dormitories."

"Hey, there's no way, where do you plan to go to see?"

"Go and see a few apartments first."

"Apartment? That thing is very expensive." Uncle Yang patted the back seat of the motorcycle and motioned for her to sit on it, "Can you afford it?"

"I still have some savings at home." Wan Qing smiled faintly, and glanced at herself through the rearview mirror of the motorcycle.

"Wan Qing, hold me, don't fall, I'm driving very fast."

"it is good."

"set off!"

The roar of the motorcycle sounded, and it drove all the way to the distance along the railway.

The two-story wooden house behind him was thrown far away and disappeared at the end of the sky.

In this era, even if there is a motorcycle, it is a rich man in business, and in cities where the roads are not wide and public transportation is not well developed, it is the best means of transportation.

The speed is not slower than a car, but also more flexible.

"Which apartment should I go to first in the city?"

"Let's go to Yinkong Apartment on Yinqi Road first."

"Okay, then I'll put you down there, and I'll pick you up later or something?"

"Will Uncle Yang go back after buying the fish?"

"It's about the same. After wandering outside for too long, your Aunt Lan is in a hurry again."

"Then you go back first, and I'll come back by myself then."

"If it doesn't work, you can call me when the time comes, and I'll come pick you up again, save some money, anyway, I don't have anything to do today."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Yang."

Wan Qing stopped in front of Yinkong Apartment, looked up.

The apartment on the eighth floor is quite conspicuous in this day and age, and the surrounding buildings are much shorter than it.

She opened the notepad, confirmed that it was this apartment, and walked towards the apartment office at the door.

The streets behind are lively and noisy. Compared with the remote railway village, this place is full of people.

She looked down at the concrete steps, walked up slowly step by step, and stood at the door for half a minute before finally pushing open the translucent glass door.

"Hello, I want to rent a house here..."

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Surprised or not, unexpected or not, did not expect it!It turned out to be ten more today!

On the basis of five days, an extra day of ten changes was added, so a total of sixty chapters were updated in these six days.

Then start the normal daily double update.

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Then take this opportunity to recommend books by my favorite authors.

It is necessary to explain that I have been reading his books since the first day of junior high school, and it has been more than ten years now.

From the admiration at the beginning to the closer relationship and becoming friends, I still admire him very much.

He can always show the humble and dusty truth of many little people, which has had a great influence on my writing path.

But he is much sharper than me. Relatively speaking, I am far inferior to him. The ability to always hit the nail on the head on many things is beyond my reach.

I have also pushed this author before, and that is the vest.

The reason why it is called vest is because the author has changed too many names, so it is called vest.

Later, I was called to SF to write a book together, and the current vest is "morality is a good thing".