C1 Mother

Today is the day that I bid farewell to Hong City, which I worked hard for four years, and returned to my hometown, Clear Water Town.

Other people would work hard to return home for 4 or 5 years, and either drive a BMW, or lead their wives and children, and let alone a BMW, they wouldn't even be able to earn a BMW wheel. As for my wife and children, I don't even know if my girlfriend was born, how can I even know about children?

My surname is Zhong, and my name is' Xin '. I heard from the neighbors that when I was born, not only were there storms and lightning strikes, but the roosters in the houses also went crazy and crowed throughout the night.

Not only that, but some people even said that they saw a black and a white figure at the door of our house. They were holding mourning sticks, wearing tall hats, and one of them had a tongue that reached to his feet, while the other had a face that was as black as charcoal.

That night had disturbed the town.

Later on, I heard that my family was descendants of Zhong Kui, and because Zhong Kui was a god and a ghost, he was not allowed to have descendants, so I sent the Black and White Impermanence to kill me immediately after I was born.

However, I couldn't help but snort in disdain. If there really were ghosts and gods, then why are there so many bad people in this world who are complacent and destitute?

As soon as I got off the train, I saw my mother poking her head out of the station.

I waved to my mother, but my steps were abnormally slow. Four years! I hadn't been home in four years, and even though I was far away, I could still see the gray at my mother's temples.

With every step, my feet felt heavier, and if my first step was like having a mountain on my shoulder, then when I reached my mother, I would have the entire earth on my body!

After not seeing her for four years, I had dreamt countless times about meeting with my mother. I thought that I would tell her about my four years of suffering and pain, but when I walked up to her, I couldn't say a single word. All I could do was pull my mother into my arms and silently shed tears.

I was brought up by my mother alone. From the moment I had become sensible, I had sworn to let my mother live a good life. But now, after more than ten years had passed, I had nothing to give her but endless worry and concern.

"It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back."

Mother gently patted my back, as if I was still the child who fell down and hid in her arms while crying.

After letting out tears for a while, I finally regained my composure and returned home with my mother.

My house was a grocery store, selling everything that suited the season. It was not far from the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month, so there were paper men, paper money, clothes, and other goods in front of my house.

July 14th was also known as the Ghost Festival. Legend had it that it was a day when the gates of hell were opened. At this time, people would buy a lot of paper products to burn down their ancestors' blessings for their ancestors.

"Ya, Zhong Xin is back. Not bad, not bad, you have become much more handsome!"

The person who spoke was Old Wu who lived next door to my house. Because my mother wanted to go to the train station to pick me up, she asked him to take a look at the stall.

"Uncle Wu." I said hello, then took out a packet of Yuxi and passed it to Boss Wu.

Old Wu was an old smoker, but due to financial problems she rarely smoked well. Now that she saw Yuxi, she could not stop smiling and kept praising me for being sensible.

He took out the cigarette and lit it up. After taking a deep breath, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Aiya, look at my memory. I'm too busy smoking."

Suddenly he slapped his thigh and said to my mother.

"Zhong Xin's mom told me to tell you that her family is about to die, so I told you to hurry over."

When my mother heard this, she rolled her eyes at Old Wu and quickly left the house.

Before I left, she reminded me to take a good rest and then came back later to make me a big meal.

Looking at my mother's hurried back, I couldn't help but lament in my heart.

Although the grocery store has some income, it would be hard for me to go to university, so my mother has another profession: Goddess!

I only know that it has to do with the funeral. When I was young, I was also curious and secretly followed my mother, but not only did I not manage to find out about it, I was also beaten up on the spot by my mother. From then on, I left a shadow behind and was not willing to get too close to these things.

"Since you're back, I'll leave the stall to you. My old man also wants to take a look at the liveliness, and see if your mom needs any help as well."

Old Wu gave me a few instructions and left as well.

But I know that Wu didn't understand this. When he said he was going to help, he was actually going to get food. There is a custom in our town, whether it is a red matter or a white matter, people will be invited to dinner.

The red wanted money, and the Chief Steward Bai's family didn't need any money, and no matter who you didn't know, you could still eat it.

As the saying goes, the underworld king is easy to see and difficult to deal with. There is a saying among us that the banquets will not accept money, and that is that the people being invited are quadripartite brats who eat short words while holding soft hands. These brats will naturally not make things difficult for the deceased ancestors after they have eaten the main family meal.

It was precisely because of this saying that those who dared to go and eat such things were either old men in their fifties or people who were fearless.

However, those were just rumors. In this era, where did ghosts and monsters come from?

Mother, as I understand it, is to comfort those who have lost their loved ones.

After Wu left, I put my luggage away and looked at the stall, waiting for my mother to return.

I woke up several times in the middle of the night, dozing off, but there was no sign of my mother.

I was about to close the door and take a look when an unfamiliar call came in.

I picked up the phone and heard my mother's voice on the other end.

My mother told me that she wasn't done yet, so she left me to go out to the night market and find something to eat.

My mother was a more traditional person and didn't really accept new things. She remembered that I had bought a cell phone and mailed it to her, but she wouldn't use it. She just said it was on her person.

My mother's voice sounded tired, which made me feel sorry for her, but I couldn't say anything. After all, it was my mother's job that made me grow up to this day.

After hanging up, I started to pack up the stall and close the door, but as soon as I got up, I saw a woman standing in the stall where the gold and silver jewelry was placed.

This woman looked to be around 30 years old. Although her face was somewhat pale, she had a decent appearance. She wore long hair, and wore a white T-shirt and short skirt.

At this moment, she lowered her head and kept pointing at the gold and silver jewelry on the stall, while muttering to herself, "It's not this …" "That's not it either …"

"Is there anything suitable?" I asked politely.

Hearing my voice, the woman slowly raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes were very empty, and although her eyes were still fixed on mine, she didn't concentrate. Instead, she raised her head and looked at me, saying nothing.

"Is there anything suitable?"

I asked again, and this time I deliberately raised my voice a little, although the woman didn't look too scary, and for some reason I felt a chill and goosebumps when she looked at me.

"Ha!"

Finally, I couldn't stand the cold anymore and sneezed.

Strangely, when I finished sneezing and looked up, the woman was gone.

"You didn't even say anything before leaving. Truly …"

I cursed and closed the stall.

He checked the time after he finished collecting the items. It was already close to the early hours of the morning.

At that moment, my cell phone rang again, but this time it wasn't an unfamiliar number. It was my old friend, the thorn.

Thorny head was his nickname. His real name was Guan Chen, which was his nickname because he had been known to be naughty since he was a child. He smoked and drank, peeked at widows while bathing, and stole fruits from other families.

Two years ago, we worked together in Hong City, and when he said that his family had a better way to make a fortune, he left Hong City. Two years have passed since then, and when we occasionally contacted each other, I found out that he had made a fortune, and now he not only has a car, but he also has a shop in Hong City. As for what kind of shop he opened, he didn't tell me.

After the call was picked up, I chatted with him for a while. He said that he was enjoying his life, that he had houses and cars, that he was going to get married, and that he didn't seem to be showing off enough on the phone. He invited me to a night market.

In the city, the night market was very popular. In the town, the night market was also very popular. In addition, it had already become a gathering place for the people in the town.

He was driving a BMW, and his clothes were a well-known brand that cost a few thousand yuan each. Even more exaggerated, I saw him wearing a large gold chain around his neck and hands, looking like a living tycoon!

"Boss, pick the expensive ones!"

As soon as he arrived, he shouted at the boss.

Looking at his heroic appearance, I could not help but sigh with emotion. Back then, he was someone who was meticulous in his calculations even when spending a single cent!

"Alright!" "Yes," the boss agreed. Before long, the table was filled with dishes.

He ordered two more bottles of white wine, and then we began to talk about childhood. After a long drinking and chatting, I couldn't help but admire him a little, since he must have suffered a lot in just a few years, from a poor peasant to the ranks of the rich.

While we were chatting, he suddenly grabbed my shoulder and said in a low voice, "Brother, do you want to be rich?"