C2 Visitor(1)

About 30 kilometers south of Yanghu County, there's a village called East Bridge Village with more than a dozen families.

The village was surrounded by large peach trees, and the periphery of the peach garden was farmland. Every spring, Looking from afar, the verdant wheat seedlings and golden vegetable flowers in the farmland hugged the peach forest. The pink peach blossoms were like the clouds floating in the middle of the field, charming and moving. The small village of White Wall Dawa was drowned in the colorful peach flowers. It was like a paradise in the mortal world, beautiful to the point of intoxicating one's heart. The air was filled with a sweet fragrance, which attracted many people who walked the green flowers every year.

East Bridge Village was also called Peach Blossom Village.

The small village sat in the north facing south. In a straight line, west of the village, there was a small river that went north and south. The trees on both sides of the river were lush. There was a small stone bridge to the north along the river. Next to the stone bridge, there were a few short, dilapidated houses. This was Old East Bridge Village.

However, the picturesque Peach Blossom Village, along with the advancement of the small town, would soon disappear from the map of Yanghu County, Jiangzhou City.

After the Spring Festival, Dongqiao Village would be completely demolished. This place would become Xiping Town's true paradise. In the near future, the peach garden culture and peach garden economy would become a beautiful business card for the construction of the new village.

In the blink of an eye, it would be the new year.

After spending the last Spring Festival in the peach blossom village, the villagers naturally cherished it more than in the past. They also attached great importance to this traditional festival, which was to kill chickens and slaughter sheep. They had already called their sons and daughters from other places and even overseas over early in the morning. He took a photo to commemorate it. Some of the villagers had even specially hired people to make videos in order to leave some thoughts for their descendants. The beautiful and quiet village was forever preserved.

This type of busy work was more or less a bit tragic.

As for Sister Fang Lin's home, not only was it tragic, there was also sadness and sadness.

Her home was on the west side of the village. The two buildings were no different from the neighboring houses. Both of them entered the living room, behind the wall was a staircase, behind the wall was a kitchen, and upstairs, north and south were rooms.

Sister Fang Lin's house was extremely quiet. She sat alone in the living room with tears streaming down her face. In her hand was a picture, and she leaned tiredly against the table of the Eight Immortals. Her hair was white and messy, and she tilted her head to look at the portrait of her husband on the west wall in a daze.

The picture in her hand was taken when her son reported to school. In the picture, the child was carrying a new schoolbag and happily standing in the middle of her parents at the entrance of the elementary school. This seemingly ordinary photo was extremely precious to her. This was the last family photo of Fang Lin's family.

Now that her husband had passed away, the black and white photo was hung on the wall. Her son was shining into the youth detention center, and the family was about to be demolished. On the day of the reunion of the ten thousand families during the Spring Festival, she looked at things and thought about them, her clothes wet with tears.

Fang Lin's sister had been in this family for twenty years. At first, it was a two-story house, but after marriage, it was turned into a two-story house. This family gathered all the emotions of her husband, her son, and her husband. Looking at the bits and pieces of the house, tears silently flowed down her dry and yellow face.

The house was so quiet that it was suffocating. The sound of firecrackers came from afar, making it seem like she was alone. She felt a loneliness and helplessness that she had never felt before. She put her hands on her chest and sobbed silently.

From the evening onwards, snowflakes started to drift in the south of the Yangtze River, which rarely snowed. She looked at the snow outside the door, which was getting heavier and heavier. Her expression was a little absent-minded.

Tomorrow was the monthly visit day of the juvenile detention center. She wanted to see her son's side light up. Every time, she would look forward to this day coming early. But every time the visit date approached, she would feel an inexplicable fear in her heart. She got carsick, And it was very serious, more than a hundred kilometers from home to the juvenile detention center. . . Even if it was a sunny day, it would be very difficult to go there. When she came back, The shadow of his son with a buzz cut was constantly swaying in front of his eyes. The pain in his heart coupled with the carsick feeling. . . She was dizzy for a few days and felt weak all over.

The snow didn't fall earlier or later, but at this critical moment. It made her uneasy. As night fell, the snow on the road stopped melting. With a thin layer of snow, the field was already greyish white. There were also bits and pieces of snowflakes on the branches of the peach tree, which were like white flowers blooming. In the chaotic snowy sky, there was a cold chill.

She looked at the fluttering snow and silently prayed. Heavens Don't come down, don't come down! Tomorrow, I'm going to see my son!

It was already late at night. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She kept thinking about the endless snow drifting down outside, as if every snowflake had fallen into her heart. A gust of cold wind blew through the window gaps. It was cold, causing her to shiver under the covers.

It was just past three in the morning. She did not dare to sleep anymore. She opened the curtains and saw a vast expanse of whiteness in front of her. The snow was still silently underground.

Sister Fang Lin went downstairs and simply washed herself. She wrapped a purplish-red scarf around her head and stuffed a steamed bun into her small black bag. She pulled open the red and blue snake leather bag and made sure that nothing was left behind before she put the bag on her shoulder and walked out of the door.

The surroundings were extremely quiet. The snow was gently drifting in the air, and the night was filled with a hazy silvery white light. She walked alone to the dream-like silver world. The huge snake leather bag kept shaking on her shoulder. Her footsteps were rustling in the silent snow, and there was a long trail of footprints behind her.

She was going to Xiping Town to take a car to the county. From home to Xiping Town, it was more than five miles. Usually, she rode an electric bicycle and soon arrived. Today, she walked in the snow and felt that the road was a bit far away.

In a small ravine in the jurisdiction area of Zhenhua City, Usually, she would visit the prison once. From town to county, she would take a long-distance bus from county to Zhenhua City. The long-distance bus and bus would have to be overturned twice in the middle, and the last part of the road to enter the mountain was the motorcycle.

Now, the snow was still gently fluttering in the air. She was very worried that the car would stop today. There were still a few days left before the festival. This was the last visit before the Spring Festival, and her son was waiting for her to deliver the new clothes for the New Year. This was what she had promised her son the last time she went to see him.

There was no one around the station. Sister Fang Lin stood alone in the dancing snowflakes. The purple-red scarf wrapped around her head was soon covered with snowflakes. She looked eagerly at the direction the bus had come from. The end of the world was still a vast expanse of whiteness and chaos. She was so anxious that her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her slender phoenix eyes were narrowed into lines.

About half an hour later, a bus slowly headed towards the station in a daze. Her hanging heart finally relaxed, and she sighed slightly.

Sister Fang Lin carried the large snake leather bag and got into the car. The car drove in the direction of the county town and gradually disappeared into the fluttering snow.

She got carsick, and it was getting more and more serious. The acid in her stomach kept rushing up. Before the car reached Zhenhua City, her face was already deathly pale. She almost closed her eyes and got on the last bus.

She finally arrived at Rongfang Town. She stumbled out of the bus, dizzy and about to throw up. She squatted in the snow and threw the snake skin bag beside her feet.

After a long time, she came back to her senses. She dusted off the snowflakes on her hair, combed her white hair that was hanging down, and shakily stood up.

Today, the motorcycle that entered the mountain disappeared without a trace. Sister Fang Lin had long been mentally prepared, but she still felt a little lost.

The high and low mountain peaks were faintly visible, making it appear especially spacious and distant.

The mountain path spiraled upwards as if there was no end to it. She wrapped the scarf around her head again, and with great difficulty, she walked towards the distant snowy mountain. The red and blue snake skin bags on her thin body kept shaking, and she walked forward in the white world.

Sister Fang Lin was tired and hot. She took off the scarf and held it in her hand. A string of white fog came out of her mouth, and her wet hair was steaming. Finally, the youth detention center vaguely appeared in the snowy mountain range.

She stood still, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and looked at the youth control center in the depths of the snow. She let out a long breath.

Snowflakes were flying about, and the gate to the Juvenile Deployment Agency was tightly shut. The Camphoragate trees in the outer perimeter of the high wall were covered with snow, and everything was quiet. Everything seemed to be cut off from the world, as if time had stopped, and the air had frozen. She stamped on the snow, then carefully knocked on the gate to the Judiciary.

Today's meeting room was empty, and the long glass wall was silent. The scene of crying and squeezing in the past seemed like it had been a lifetime ago.

Sister Fang Lin sat paralyzed in the meeting room.

A little later, the prison guard brought Bian Liang and slowly walked over from the end of the corridor. He shrugged his shoulders and shrunk his neck. His extremely short buzz cut revealed a faint scalp, and his pale yellow face. A pair of large, lifeless eyes continued to stare at a meter in front of his feet. The tip of his nose, which was like an eagle's hook, was red. His thin lips were purple. It was a cold day. He was not wearing a cotton jacket. He wore a big fat identification suit with blue and gray colors on his skinny and skinny body. It was particularly eye-catching.

It turned out that Bian Liang had taken off the old cotton jacket a long time ago. He could not wait for his mother to bring him new clothes today.

Sister Fang Lin's nose turned sour and tears flowed down her curved almond eyes. Before her son could walk to her, she hurriedly picked up the phone receiver and wiped her tears across the glass wall.

While lighting up, she walked to the glass wall and picked up the receiver. Fang Linmei said excitedly with tears streaming down her face, "Liang Liang, Mommy is here to see you. "

Bian Liang's eyes were dodging. He pretended to be very casual and said, "I thought you wouldn't come today. " Actually, he was still a little touched that his mother came to visit him in the snow today.

A large red frostbite appeared on the back of Bian Liang's hand in front of Fang Lin's eyes. Her heart was trembling, and the hand holding the phone receiver was also trembling. Her other hand was placed on the cold glass wall, as if she wanted to touch her son's frostbitten little hand. She said with heartache, "Mommy, come. Mommy will definitely come. "

Sister Fang Lin carefully sized her son up and down. She felt that he had lost weight again, and his protruding eyes had become bigger. His big eyes were very disproportionate to his long, narrow, and thin face. He was already a sixteen year old boy, and his height was not even 1. 6 meters. Her heart ached, and tears could not help but flow down her face.

Bian Liang's eyes were also a little moist. The mother and son looked at each other through the glass in silence.

The bright body was trembling slightly. Fang Linmei suddenly realized something and hurriedly said, "Quick! Quickly put on the jacket. "

The prison guard handed the checked leather bag to Bian Liang.

Bian Liang took the bag and his eyes lit up. He saw sports shoes, jeans, and a down jacket. Hey! The fluffy jeans were what he wanted. He threw a faint smile at his mother who was outside the glass wall. He picked up the down jacket and put it on. After the prison guard reminded him, he took off the blue and gray clothes.

Sister Fang Lin silently looked at him, unable to stop the sourness surging in her heart.

"There are still a few days left. It will be the Spring Festival. You have to stay here and listen to the instructor. "

The meeting room was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. Fang Lin's soft voice was transmitted into Bian Liang's ears through the microphone.

Bian Liang nodded towards Fang Linmei who was outside the glass wall.

"You've suffered so much this time. Remember, you can't make mistakes in the future. "

Liang Liang nodded again.

"Our family is going to be demolished. It will be demolished after the Spring Festival. " Fang Linmei muttered.

Bian Liang was stunned. He picked up the microphone and asked in a low voice: "Where do we live?"

"Temporarily renting a house for transitioning. The transitional fee has been paid. " Sister Fang Lin said slowly, her hand still placed on the cold glass wall, trying to touch her son's face.

Liang Liang was absent-minded, occasionally tidying up his new clothes.

"Where do we live?" Liang Bian asked again.

"We live at Uncle Zhao's house. "

Bian Liang suddenly raised his head and loudly asked Sister Fang Lin: "Zhao Qiang from your factory? He lives at his house?"

Sister Fang Lin nodded her head.

Bian Liang's two curved eyebrows knitted together, and his face instantly changed. He put down the microphone and tilted his head, no longer looking at her.

Fang Linmei was stunned, and only said softly after a while, "Be careful of the frostbite on your hand, don't rot. "

Liang Liang still didn't take the earpiece. He deliberately adjusted his clothes and then put on the uniform of the youth detention center, which was blue-gray, very unwillingly. When he put on the grey clothes, his mood immediately changed. It was as if he had fallen to the bottom of the valley. Sister Fang Lin was still talking about something on the phone. He was not in the mood to pay attention to her.

Sister Fang Lin could only wait patiently. When her son finished putting on his clothes and picked up the earpiece again, Sister Fang Lin carefully said, "After the Spring Festival, you can go back at the beginning of March. When the time comes, Mom will come and pick you up. "

Go home? Go back to whose home? Bian Liang thought, Anyway, it's not his home. He unintentionally glanced at the scar and frostbite on the back of his hand. His expression became even uglier. He said impatiently, "Got it!"

Soon, the visitation time was up. Bian Liang was taken away by the prison guards. He walked to the end of the long corridor, passed through the courtyard, and walked into the cold iron gate. In the gloomy and misty snow, the two iron gates were even more ghastly and terrifying than usual.

Sister Fang Lin looked at Bian Liang's small and thin body being brought into the huge iron door by the police. She felt a surge of soreness in her heart. Tears flowed out again. This cold iron door mercilessly tore her hot and soft heart into two halves. Half of it was bleeding, and the other half was brought into the iron door by her son. How many times had she foolishly thought. . . Why wasn't she the one who went in but the poor child? If she allowed it, she wanted to replace Liang Liang. She wanted to make the child suffer less, so that there would be more happiness and less estrangement between the mother and son.

It was time for lunch. Sister Fang Lin was curled up in a corner of the long glass wall. Her hands were shaking. From early in the morning until now, she hadn't touched a single drop of water. She was hungry. She was really hungry.

She took out a cold mantou from her small black bag, dipped it into the vacuum flask, and slowly chewed on it.

In the afternoon, the snow gradually stopped. She looked at the snowy mountains that rose and fell, and felt that the road back was even more difficult and distant. A cold wind blew, and she could not help but shiver.

She walked step by step towards the outside of the mountain. As she moved, a red cloud that looked like the sky gently floated into the distance in the white mountain range.

It was already early in the morning of the second day when Sister Fang Lin arrived home. Along the way, there were cars that stopped, and there were also cars that broke down halfway. That night, she did not know how she got home either. Once she entered the house, she fell ill. Her cold and fever caused her heart to relapse, and she was unable to get out of bed for more than half a month.

She lay on the bed, looking at the house that was about to be demolished with her confused eyes. Her husband and child were playing in front of her like a movie, and she couldn't get rid of them, nor did she want to get rid of them. She still did not understand why the once happy home would become so unbearable. Why?

Throughout the Spring Festival, Fang Lin's sister was so muddle-headed and immersed in the past that she could not bear to look back on. Her body hadn't fully recovered yet, so she had no choice but to pack her things and hurry to move.