C2 Most Important of All Is Homesickness

He didn't want to enjoy this special and unequal treatment. Looking at the surroundings, he saw that everyone seemed to have nothing to do with him, as if as the winner of this game, it was natural for him to occupy and enjoy the positions of two people, and the idea that he would win and lose was deeply ingrained in his heart.

It seemed that she had really looked down on him. From the beginning to the end, he was the real controller, and she was just a toy for him to play with. She said angrily, "You can't take up the position of two people by yourself, hurry up and give up that position!"

Brother Cheng was still smiling, but his smile was much softer now. He didn't say anything, just leaned against his seat and looked out the window.

The beautiful conductor saw Brother Cheng's overbearing attitude and gave a cold snort. She rolled her eyes at him and walked away with her high-heeled shoes.

Brother Cheng's thoughts were sad and low, but after the little yellow hair incident, he suddenly thought of something. Looking out the window at the lively wheat seedlings and the scene of spring, he felt as if there was an endless amount of energy in him. This kind of strength wasn't like a life and death struggle or a fight to the death, but rather a small fight and the soft of knocking against the wall.

At this time, the announcer said in her sweet voice, "Guests, the plain station is about to arrive, please get ready." Brother Cheng picked up his luggage, which was also his family property for three years, and there were only a few pieces of clothes in the bag.

Brother Cheng got off the train and walked out of the station. The railway station in the small city was no different from most other railway stations, with two words: One dirty, two messy. There were always black cars parked near the railway stations in these small cities. It wasn't because he was afraid of being cheated, but because it wasn't safe. Since there was no operating license, no one could guarantee that they would have a driving license. Although Brother Cheng was confident about his skills, he didn't want to cause trouble for his parents on the way home.

After rejecting a few black carts, Brother Cheng kept walking. Suddenly, he noticed a three-wheeled gas truck parked in front of him. He was the only one smoking while the other Yellow Ox were trying to kill their customers. What caught Brother Cheng's attention was that he only had one arm and that sleeve was empty. But from the look in his eyes, Brother Cheng could tell that this man must be a soldier, and one that had gone through a lot of blood. Brother Cheng went straight to them and approached, calling out, "Big Brother, are you going to live?"

He had been in this business for almost two years and had never experienced such a situation before. He also knew that who would give their life to a handicapped person with only one hand? Anyone with some money would not even be able to ride on this black car, let alone drive one arm on a broken tricycle! However, the moment he thought about the money he earned, he excitedly replied, "Hehe, do, do, quickly get on the car, big brother!" As he spoke, he used his left arm to carry Brother Cheng's luggage into the three-wheeler.

"Big brother, hurry up and get on the car. If the car is bad, don't take offense, but don't worry about my driving skill. It's a guarantee that you'll be safe."

"Hehe, it's fine, big brother. Let's go to the King's Manor at Ganshui Town in Qianye County." Brother Cheng got into the car as he spoke.

"Big Brother Wang Zhuang, your big brother has reached sixty years old, what do you think?" The middle-aged man asked carefully, afraid that he would lose this hard-earned business.

Brother Cheng thought it was funny. They only asked the price by car, but they were good. They asked the price by car, but from the car …

Standing in his own house, it was at least forty kilometers, sixty should not be expensive, and besides, he didn't care about the thirty yuan. He said straightforwardly, "Sure, big brother. Let's drive!"

After the middle-aged man received a positive answer, he immediately smiled and said, "Alright, let's go!" He skillfully started the car and drove towards his destination: the King's Manor.

The middle-aged man was obviously very talkative. Before long, he caught up with Brother Cheng, "Big Brother, are you busy coming home from school?"

"I'm not a student, I'm a soldier. I've been demobilized this year and I've returned to my hometown …"

"Sigh, 'An iron-clad battalion of soldiers'. Don't think too much about your brothers. Even after leaving the army, you will still be a soldier. Remember, if you don't leave midway, you will only have soldiers who gradually grow old." The middle-aged man comforted him.

"Hehe, I know brother, there's nothing wrong …" Oh right, Big Brother, from what you're saying, you were a soldier before? "

"That's right, we're all veterans now. We've been out of the army for more than ten years …"

"Then big brother, may I ask you a question?" Your arm? " As he spoke, Brother Cheng glanced at the empty sleeve.

I've been used to it since the last ten years, and this was left behind when I was a soldier. At that time, I was a soldier at the border of Xinjiang, and there was no way to avoid conflict at the border, so during a small scale war, my arm was blown away by the cannonball that landed next to me. As he spoke, a smile hung on his face. There was no resentment, no inferiority complex. There was only the honor of being a soldier and the gratitude of an ordinary citizen.

Brother Cheng looked at the veteran. No, to be exact, he had been out of the army for more than ten years. Now, he was just an ordinary civilian. Looking at his smile, he suddenly felt that living was so wonderful, and the man in front of him was so healthy and cute.

"Didn't the country give you a grant or a pension, brother?" Brother Cheng asked.

I gave it to her, but it was only enough for me to eat alone. There was still a wife and children in the family, and the expenses of the whole family were all focused on me. I was the pillar of the family, and although I had a broken arm, I also wanted to support the family, and had been a soldier for seven years without any skills. The middle-aged man explained.

"Hehe, Big Brother, don't worry. Things will get better, and a family in peace will be the greatest fortune."

"Yes, I am actually quite happy. My wife is filial, and although my days are tight at 8, I am safe and sound, and my daughter will be in her third year after the summer. She is very energetic, and every time she takes the test, she will be first or second. I have to earn money for her college tuition!" The middle-aged man praised proudly.

Looking at the middle-aged man's face filled with red light, Brother Cheng felt indescribably happy. What could be more exciting in this world than having a life full of hope?

"Big brother, you've been chatting for a long time. What is your surname?" Brother Cheng asked.

"Zhang, Zhang Biao. What about you, big brother?"

"I'm Wang Jiucheng, then I'll call you Big Brother Zhang."

"Hur hur, good. Then I'll call you Brother Wang." Zhang Biao readily agreed.

Time flew by as they chatted. Unknowingly, the tricycle had already arrived at the entrance of the Great Wang Manor. At this moment, Zhang Biao said to Brother Cheng, "Brother Wang, we've arrived at the Great Wang Manor."

Brother Cheng looked at the village that he grew up in and brought out his luggage. Then, he took out a hundred yuan and gave it to Zhang Biao, "Brother Zhang, don't look for this hundred yuan. If there's a chance in the future, I'll have to trouble you to take your car."

"How can that be okay? We agreed that we would only do sixty. You can't make me go back on my word, Brother Wang." Zhang Biao took some change from his pocket.

"Big Brother Zhang, don't look for it anymore, it's only forty yuan, is there a need!?" Think of it as your travelling expenses. No one has talked to me for a long time. This is my cell phone number. If you need anything from now on, just call me. " As he spoke, Brother Cheng took out a piece of paper with a phone number written on it and handed it to Zhang Da Biao.

After hearing Brother Cheng's words, Zhang Biao didn't bother with it anymore. He carefully put away the piece of paper that Brother Cheng had given him and said, "Thanks, brother. We'll meet again in the future!"

After saying that, he got into the car and started the engine, gradually disappearing into the twilight. Facing the blurry back of the tricycle, Brother Cheng gave a military salute to the former veteran with a broken arm. Brother Cheng had saluted countless times, each time solemnly and solemnly, but this time it was heavy. Brother Cheng put his hands down, then carried his luggage and strode into the village.

The children in the village were laughing at the village entrance. Brother Cheng didn't even dare to recognize them because he had observed that none of these children were familiar with him. The old willow tree at the village entrance had long since sprouted in April, its branches flourishing with leaves. The river at the head of the village was still a playground for the children. Brother Cheng seemed to see himself in his old days, walking along the river with a group of his friends, wearing open slacks. He then went to break off the branches of the poplar and willow trees, wringing off the outer skin to make a handmade trumpet, which he enjoyed very much.

While Brother Cheng was lost in his childhood memories, a young and shy voice suddenly sounded, "Brother, who are you looking for?"

Brother Cheng looked down and saw a little boy asking him with blinking clear eyes, waiting for his answer. Brother Cheng tried to smile gently. "I'm going home, little brother …"

"Then, then is your family also from here?" the boy continued.

"Yeah, I went out to play just like you guys, except it was a bit longer. Now that I'm tired, I'm going home." Brother Cheng squatted down and explained with a smile.

"Kampa, Kampa, I'm coming to eat!" Suddenly, a mother's shout floated over from the depths of the village. Then, Brother Cheng heard the standard Mandarin, "Go home and eat dinner." Only here would he hear such a kind voice, "Come and eat dinner at home." This was his hometown.

"Uncle, my mom is calling for me to eat. It's almost dark, so hurry up and eat. Otherwise, your mom will call for you." After saying this, the little boy Gouva ran into the village along with his friends, happily laughing.

Brother Cheng looked at the wisps of smoke in the twilight, and the smell of smoke that had intruded into his nose. He steeled his steps and said to himself in his heart, Yes, home for dinner.

The sky was getting dark and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Most of them went home to eat. Brother Cheng soon arrived at his house, which was surrounded by fences and small doors. Everything was the same as it was three years ago. Through the gap in the door, Brother Cheng saw two old men busy cooking on the stove in the yard. The man was cooking while the woman cooked. The scene was so harmonious that Brother Cheng couldn't bear to disturb them with tears in his eyes. He saw that his mother's white hair had grown a few more times, his father's back had become even more hunched, and his eyes were filled with tears …

An even more uncontrollable stream flowed down.

Brother Cheng pushed open the door gently and carefully, fearing that he would break the tranquil and beautiful scene, he cried out to his parents. "Dad!" "Mom!" After shouting, he dropped the luggage on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

When the two old men heard the voice that they had not heard for a long time, they could hardly believe their own ears. The woman asked the man, "Old man, did I hear wrongly? Did Little Tian come back?"

The man looked behind him at his son, smiled at the woman and said, "You didn't mishear me. Little Tian is back!"

The woman still couldn't believe her ears and didn't dare to turn around to look at Brother Cheng. She was afraid that her son would leave as soon as she turned around. She slowly turned around and saw that her son was really standing in front of her. Her hands were trembling with excitement as she tried to touch his face.

Brother Cheng yelled, "Mom!" Then he ran to his mother and threw himself into her arms. No matter if you were a hero or a hero, you were only a son in front of your mother, a son who would never grow up and still cherish his mother's arms. Only someone who had experienced the vicissitudes of life could understand this deeply.

His mother was crying as she caressed his face, "Little Tian, you're finally back. I've missed you so much …"