"One City"

Another winter, when the earth was covered with thick "cotton" to cover up the dust of the past, Amin also embarked on the road home year after year. This year is different from previous years. It is a good harvest year for Amin. I saved a lot of money this year by going out to work. Wearing new clothes, new trousers and new leather shoes; and carrying a lot of groceries on the way home. The station was crowded and noisy with people coming and going. A Ming walked through the crowd to find the ticket gate. The newly bought clothes and pants had already been squeezed out of wrinkles by the crowds. It's also like A Ming's cheeks, that dark face, thin eyebrows, and two thick lips. Zeng Jin was also such a young and immature young man, but now he was as wrinkled as the folds of his clothes. A Ming found a seat closer to the ticket gate, sat down and took a breath. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call home to report the news of his return, but no one answered after several calls. A Ming hummed softly and then read his novel. When the announcement called for ticket checking, I hurriedly boarded the train. A Ming likes scenery, so he always buys tickets near the window. Along the way, A Ming looked at the vast white snow and felt happy and at ease. Such a comfortable mood can be enjoyed in this free time. Traveling all the way was also a year of hard work. A Ming fell asleep enjoying the comfortable scene. He dreamed that his white-haired mother and his stooped father had been waiting for his arrival at the station. He saw that his mother had more gray hair and she seemed to be shorter. My father has suffered all his life, always doing hard labor for others, and now at the age when he should retire, he still has to find sporadic jobs. He also dreamed of returning home to the three-hole cave dwelling, which was still a shabby home with dogs and cats in the yard. There used to be a persimmon tree in the yard. A Ming felt that it would be unlucky for Shi Tong to die, so he begged his father to chop him down. When I returned home and ate the ramen made by my mother, the food cooked by my father was really fragrant and comfortable. After dinner, A Ming took out the clothes he bought for his parents and let them try them on to find a perfect fit. A Ming said, "Sure enough, people depend on their clothes. This one wears clothes to be energetic." The old father looked at the new clothes in front of the mirror and smiled so hard that his mouth went to his ears. People in this country also like to show off just like people in the city. Just like that, the old father was going to go outside for a walk in his new clothes. A Ming's mother said impatiently, "It's New Year's Day in a few days, so why are you wearing it now? You won't be able to wear it in a few days." After hearing this, the old father's face drooped and he reluctantly began to take off his clothes. When A Ming saw it, he stopped his father and said to his mother, "We will wear the same clothes today and tomorrow. Let my father wear them for a walk." The old mother didn't say anything after hearing this. After clearing away the dishes, the old mother called A Ming to the cave dwelling in the middle. A Ming didn't know what his mother was doing, so he watched his mother's wrinkled hands rummaging around in the box. There was a lot of miscellaneous things in the box. I took out this thing and that thing. A Ming saw a small white box. When he got closer and picked it up, he saw that it was a box of facial mask. It seems that I bought this mask several years ago. At that time, my mother didn't know what was going on and suddenly wanted to use cosmetics, so she slowly went to the supermarket at the entrance of the village to browse. The old mother looked over and over and bought a bottle of an unknown skin care product that cost more than ten yuan. There is still more than half of the bottle of skin care products left. This box of facial masks was the result of A Ming knowing that his old mother was so sad, so A Ming went to a shopping mall and bought a set of thousands of skin care products and took them back. Unexpectedly, my mother's old box was not opened. A Ming was lost in thought when his old mother walked to the door, closed the door, and closed the curtains. He turned around and tremblingly took out a piece of red cloth. When he opened it, he found gold, silver, a passbook, and a red real estate certificate. The color was as red as human blood. A Ming looked at these things and said, "Don't take any of the gold necklaces and silver bracelets I bought for you. They are all put away." The old mother took A Ming's hand and sat down and said to A Ming, "Your father and I have saved these for you over the years. I can't take this gold and silver with me. I have to work all day long and bring this thing with me." A Ming frowned, "Why did you get this thing out now?" The old mother smacked her lips and said, "Your father and I are leaving. Let me explain these family assets to you first. Your father and I have not earned you any family property. These things have been saved for a lifetime. You can take them later." A Ming felt uncomfortable after hearing this, and asked again, "Are you and my dad leaving? Where are you going?" Amin's mother was about to speak when the noise from nowhere gave her a headache. A Ming's body was shaken, and he looked around and realized that it was just a dream. But I felt depressed and uneasy, and I always felt that this dream was not a good one. Seeing that he was almost at the station, A Ming got up and went to the bathroom, straightened his clothes and smoothed his messy hair with water. The hair seemed to grow according to his thoughts. When the train arrived, Amin dragged his luggage to the bus station. Looking ahead, everything is as before, and the snow on the road has almost been cleared. Vehicles and people were as crowded as they came and went. A Ming got on the bus that went directly to the entrance of the village. The bus was bumpy all the way. A Ming saw that the road was still as bumpy as before. When the car drove under the bridge, there was still a big hole in the road here. Every time it rains, this big pit will accumulate a large pool of sewage. It happens that there is no sunlight under the bridge hole. Before the water dries up, another rain often pours in rainwater. Almost the dilapidated road under this bridge hole is always full of holes and deep water! The car bumped and stopped and finally arrived at the entrance of the village. Looking at the sunset, the sky has turned red, and the cold wind and snow make people feel goosebumps. A Ming dragged his luggage towards home. The closer he got to home, the more people there were. What was being said noisily could not be heard clearly. These people just love whispering, pointing fingers at others when their own lives are a mess. A Ming slowly stopped as he walked. He saw many people crowding in front of his door, and his heart skipped a beat, as if someone was pricking him with needles. At this moment, I couldn't help but think of the dream I had just had, and when I thought about it, my scalp felt numb. A Ming dropped his luggage and ran home. He saw his father and mother lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. Maybe he fell asleep. A Ming didn't know what was wrong, but his legs still couldn't take a step forward, as if they were tied up and couldn't move. He looked at the many people standing and sitting at home, and they suddenly became quiet when they saw Amin. At this time, an old woman was A Ming's aunt. The aunt is very similar to A Ming's old mother. When A Ming was a child, he often couldn't tell the difference between his aunt and his mother. They were always so loving. Aunt A Ming came over and held A Ming's hand. A Ming could feel her aunt's hands shaking, and could see that her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and there were traces of freshly wiped tears outside her eyelids. The aunt took A Ming's hand and walked to the bed. At this time, A Ming seemed to have been picked up again with a broken kite, and he was brought to the bed without thinking. The aunt gently shook A Ming's mother. She shook it so gently that it seemed that she was not A Ming's mother's sister at this time, but her mother. The aunt shook A Ming's mother gently like this, as if she was afraid of frightening away the last ray of her soul. A Ming's mother slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were dim. She was no longer as dewy as she was when she was young, and her face was no longer white and tender. Now Amin's old mother's hair is still smooth and neat, and the skin on her face is loose. When A Ming's mother saw A Ming coming back, tears rolled out of her eyes and she gently held A Ming's hand. She used the same mouth that had nagged A Ming countless times and said, "Tomorrow, your father and I are leaving. When it gets cold, remember to put on more clothes to keep warm. When it gets hot, don't be in a hurry to take off those clothes so as not to catch a cold." When I told you before, you were always disobedient. Now that your mother is gone, no one will care about you. Don't blame your mother for not giving you a wife. " A Ming looked at the sick old mother in front of him and his father who slept there and never woke up. He didn't know why it was like this, and he didn't know why they put on shrouds and the new clothes he bought for them hadn't been worn yet. A Ming felt that his scalp was itching as if thousands of bugs were about to crawl out, and his whole body was chilling and his back was sweating. He couldn't say a word until the old mother also fell asleep. According to local custom, the deceased was buried three days later. A Ming didn't know how he walked, ate, and pooped in these three days. These three days were like being blindfolded and ears blocked. I wanted to see but couldn't see, wanted to hear but couldn't. The folks in the village helped A Ming finish the funeral at home and went home. I wonder whose home it will be next time they are crowded together. A Ming sat on the threshold of the cave dwelling and looked at the deserted courtyard. Chickens are still running around, dogs and cats are still chasing each other. But he still couldn't touch A Ming's heartstrings. At this moment, a person wandered in outside the door. The sun was so bright that A Ming couldn't see who it was. When the man approached, A Ming suddenly ran over, knelt down and cried "Wow". His cry was as loud as the spring thunder of the first rain in spring, resounding through this yard and nearby homes. A Ming cried so hard that his whole body was shaking. Tears fell and fell again. And the old well that had withered for many years burst into spring water. He was crying so heartbreakingly that the pain in his chest felt as if it was being stretched open, and his stomach hurt as if the roundworms were about to eat his intestines. A Ming tried his best to finally shout out the emotions he had been feeling for so many days, and shouted, "Dad, mother! My mother, what can I do if you leave? What can I do? I can't cook, I don't know how to dress, and I don't have a home. What will I do after you and father leave..." He was crying like this, and his voice penetrated people's hearts. Some of the people who left came back to watch the tragic scene. They talked nonchalantly again. Someone told A Ming that his parents died of illness, but A Ming didn't even listen. Everyone is gone, still Ask them what they are doing. A Ming cried while holding the aunt in front of him who looked exactly like his mother. The sound of crying was suffocating, sad, and even more tearful. The aunt helped A Ming up. The aunt's hands were also wrinkled. She caressed A Ming and comforted him as a mother. At this time, the aunt does not need to pretend to be his mother, she is a mother now. A Ming was so sad that his throat was hoarse from crying and his tears had not yet dried up. Suddenly my throat felt sweet, and I vomited out a stream of blood after abdominal pain. As soon as the blood was vomited, the soul followed him. When he woke up, Amin didn't remember anything. He was in a daze. The new clothes I bought when I came back have never been changed. Every day I would walk with my suitcase from the station to the entrance of the village. When I saw someone, I would take out the clothes I bought for my father and mother and say, "I bought new clothes for my mother and father. They look good..." So day after day, one day the aunt also fell asleep. A Ming lost the last shadow of his mother, and no one in the village saw him after that. Some said they were taken away by a mental hospital, and some were starved to death. In the end, they didn't know where they went... Purpose: write life