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When we met again at the end of the semester, it was my brother who asked me to "take it easy" in a classy cafe. I looked at the boy in front of this simple dress but full of confidence, his mouth, very persistent upward, the words, is also calm and calm, the brow, actually have a little taste of men. He was no longer the little boy who was flustered when he spoke. In this short half year, he had sold magazines, proofread books, worked as a tutor, and washed dishes. Now he has taken up his pen to record the laughter and tears of his youth, for which he is rewarded with greater pay and glory. His maturity is a full year ahead of my first arrival in Beijing.

We began to snow in Beijing, slowly enjoy this beautiful city. We are on it, in order to have a bite to eat, have been repeatedly hit the wall, and have been laughed at again and again, but it still gently accepted us, not only to our stomachs, with enough rice, but also to our hearts, so tangible comfort and encouragement.

Without cruelty, there is no courage, this is what life has taught me. I, on the other hand, just handed it over to my newly grown brother.

His parents, both farmers, could not read and could not bring him any glory. When he was young because of excellent results, was sent to the city to study the best middle school, he is at that time, began to borrow the sight of outsiders, learn to examine their humble origins, and parents vulgar words and deeds, inadvertently brought him heavy troubles.

He still remembers that when he was a senior in high school, he and a group of people were talking and laughing in the hallway when his mother suddenly came over. He saw himself first, but did not meet him immediately, but bowed his head awkwardly in the eyes of his mother. Trying to escape in the cover of the crowd, it was a mother excitedly caught. In this way, in the eyes of the public, let his mother tightly tugged at his arm, saying trivial matters. The original intimate group, at this moment, suddenly and he had a distance; The mother's hairy clothes, the dialect of dirt and slag, the sound of evoking the baby name he has been ashamed to mention to others, and the large bag of handmade pancakes in his hand, all make people around feel curious and lively. Like a wonderful drama, the audience, have in their performance laugh into a ball; On the stage, he played the clown, but in the desperate jump, suddenly gave birth to a kind of helplessness and sadness that almost swallowed up himself. In the noise and laughter, he did not remember what his mother had said, nor did he forget that his mother had asked someone to take a ride on the way to visit him, and would pour out a lot of words to him; He just clearly remembered the "attention" of those outsiders, and the alienated singing and fighting in the corridor.

Since then, he would not let his parents go to school to see him, he would rather waste precious time, will accidentally throw the textbooks at home, run more than 50 miles home to get, will not let the parents sent, and will be their own dark and rough everything, repeat the exhibition to people. He just worked hard to learn, those outsiders ridicule indifference and disdain, all under his feet; Along with stepping down, of course, there is the love and care of his parents who originally made him warm.

This kind of hard work, finally admitted to the ideal university. The day he went to college, his father insisted on going to see him, but when he was about to board the train, watching his father crowded in a group of parents, so clumsily helping him carry his luggage, and because someone inadvertently stepped on his foot, and almost quarreled on the train, he was finally cruel, let his father go home, everything he would deal with. For the first time, his father told him that he was so small and had not been far away, how could he do it alone? He also lost his temper in the noise around him and said, aren't you the same, you haven't been to Beijing, and you don't even know the words, besides bringing me trouble, what else can there be? ! As soon as he said these words, he felt that his heart was empty, and all the mud and weeds that had accumulated for many years were suddenly removed. The 50-year-old father, in the push and push of one person after another, stared for a long time, and then the train was about to leave, pretending as if nothing had happened, laughing to help him put away his luggage, and went to take him a cup of hot water, and then turned and walked out. In the slowly starting train, he saw his father in the people who saw him off, running as hard as he could, as if he wanted to follow the train and run to Beijing together, but he was still thrown mercilessly on the platform by the fast car and could not be seen again.

He is still in college and rarely comes home. Phone calls are never made in the dorm. Even in a phone booth, you have to wait until the last moment, when everyone is gone, to hastily insert the card and talk to your parents. He spent most of his time in the study room. The poverty of the family, so that he has never had the courage to communicate with people freely and calmly. And love, even more so. It was only after he was recommended by the school to graduate school that he began to date the girl who had a crush on him for two years. She was two grades below him, the daughter of a professor at school, but she did not act like one of those spoiled city girls. He should take the initiative to pursue Yuan, if there is no Yuan superior family, hinder themselves. Yuan is also a reserved girl, waiting for him for two years, see he is still indifferent, this is urgent, run to find him again and again. Yuan's parents, always do not like him, although when they meet, they will talk with him, but the words are obviously proud and proud. Fortunately, the girl is kind, know his tuition, are loans, know his living expenses, all rely on their own work to earn, know his parents, can not give him the future, bring any help, but still love him.

It is Yuan's persistence that finally brings spring to their love. Yuan's parents, for the sake of their baby daughter, pulled strings to keep him in college, and six months after his graduation, decided to hold a grand wedding for him and Yuan. He did not tell her that in their hometown, the wedding banquet must be held in the husband's family, otherwise, it will attract the ridicule of relatives and friends, thinking that the parents are not capable, even their own son can not keep. His parents, too, spoke longingly of his wedding dinners over and over again. But he kept it a secret, knowing that for her parents, the wedding was a disguised means of communication, and they were too proud to allow their daughter's wedding to be held in a run-down mountain village, which would be scandalous.

His parents, somewhere along the line, learned silence. They did not say yes or no about the wedding, but they sent word to him that they would come to his wedding by train. But he was still not assured, and even when he slept, he dreamed that his parents were at the wedding banquet, and every word they said was met with laughter from outsiders. He had discreetly called his parents to suggest that they must remember not to talk so as to annoy his in-laws.

The reception came at last. He blushed when his parents entered the luxury hotel. In spite of their new clothes, their looks and manners were so at odds with everything around them. He only arranged his parents to sit down at the dinner table, and followed his in-laws to receive those distinguished guests. He glimpsed his parents from time to time, sitting alone in a corner, like two rural relatives he was trying so hard to get rid of, but still unable to avoid. It was their son's wedding, but it had nothing to do with them. Even, at the final opening of the table, because the red face of the father, always stammered not to say a word on the table, the teacher beside, on behalf of the parents made a speech. He followed the elaborate etiquette, toasting table by table, but the heart was broken in the meaningful gaze of the people around him.

Long after his parents left, he could not wash away the embarrassing marks on his body. Half a year later, he went home, went to his aunt's house to sit idle, talking about his wedding banquet, aunt suddenly said, you know, your wedding, to your parents left such a deep scar, they never want to mention in front of people, you stay in the big city and rich son. You don't want them to visit you, you don't want them to call you, you don't want them to show up in front of your in-laws, or even talk to them; But, you do not know, they also do not want people to know that they had such a son who has forgotten his roots...

He always thought that his parents were his own suit, an embarrassing piece of vegetable juice, but did not think that he was also his parents, a group of embarrassing rice residue.

She is a single mother in the unit, after divorce alone with children, came to this strange city to work. At first, she had no house and could not afford to rent it, so she had to use her sister's connections to live with her 6-year-old son in a women's dormitory at a nearby university. Afraid that her son would not sleep well at night, she bought a simple mat, spread it on the floor, and waited by her son's bed. As a very small child, he has a sense of shame. Every time he enters and exits the door of the girls' dormitory, he always walks quickly with his head down. Get up at night to go to the girls' bathroom, also shake her awake, let her go to see if there is anyone inside. But also know to please the girls in the dormitory, know that calling them sister rather than aunt will make people happy. Sometimes when she saw her son standing respectfully aside and calling her sister well, her heart would suddenly hurt, as if that sound were a sharp needle, stuck in her heart, and instantly saw bright red blood.

Her salary was small, and when she rented a house, she had little left after daily expenses. So I often have a hard time buying a present for my son. Once they were in the mall, a child screamed at his father for an electric spaceship, and the man immediately said nothing, took two different types of spacecraft and went to the cash register. Her son was standing nearby, excitedly hugging one of them and trying to start the ship on the ground. Although her son did not ask her to pay for one for himself, she could feel the longing and envy in his eyes as he passed by the father and son. She hesitated for a moment, want to turn back to buy the toy to him, but the son suddenly shook her hand, at her spoiled, said: Mom, I'm hungry, I want to eat the bean buns at the door, you buy me OK? Her nose was a sour, tears almost fell down, but still restrained, crouched down, hugged him tightly, said: silly boy, of course good.

Half a year later, when her son was in first grade, she came back from work one day and saw him squatting next to the sink, struggling to wash his clothes, a small person who could not reach the cement pool, so his sleeves were wet, his body was splashed with washing powder foam, and his nose was oozed with fine beads of sweat. Hearing her footsteps, the son looked back at her with a grin and said: Mom, today our teacher assigned homework, let my mother go home to do housework, I wash my own clothes, does it count? She touched his thin forehead and said, it must count, if I were a teacher, I would give the baby 100 percent.

The next day she went to work, a colleague went abroad to play back, the Japanese green beans will be distributed to everyone a bag, others get immediately open, taste with relish. She was just about to open it, suddenly thinking of her son, he put it up with joy, and did not shy away from the gaze of outsiders, saying, go home to my son to eat, he will certainly jump up with joy, he loves to eat these small snacks. Someone whispered behind her back, saying: Look, a single woman is really sad, a bag of green beans are reluctant to taste one, and poor even a little self-esteem is gone, so how dare to say it in public?

Some kind people quietly suggested to her, said, although you know you love the child, you can still better speak and do something introverted, don't leave a handle, don't let people see the joke. She froze for a moment, then smiled, and said: "But I did not feel the slightest sense of such ridicule, at that moment I only thought of my son, just like he is so small, for a bed to stay in front of people, can give me enough face again and again."

She knows that in fact, there is no need to explain, because love has always bought a round-trip ticket, when they flow from her body to the child, the return trip back, carrying only more honey sweet love.