The original work of a wanderer

I don't quite understand why a beloved city can't stay in my footsteps. The land where I live is full of people and things I am familiar with. I have been sad and crying for these. But when I finally said goodbye to it, I didn't look back or stay.

In the past, I couldn't live without my family and my parents who loved me. The fortune teller shook my little hand again and again and said to me, "Xiao Pang, the place where you were born can't afford to support you. Sooner or later, you will leave home! " "

The little boy who knew nothing chased the master and asked, "Where are you going?" Where to! "The master thought it was asking him where he was. He replied: I am at home in the world.

I'm still ignorant and don't want to leave home, no! Home is the root. Dad has said it many times. However, why did the fortune teller say that I was going to run away from home? Isn't that rooting? Like a grass, how can it float without roots?

When I grew up slowly, I had wings and flew out of the care of my parents, I realized what Mr. Wrench said when I was a teenager.

Although I have never left home before, I have been to some places. When I set foot on the north and south of the river, my heart used to fly. However, because of mother's worry, pigeons are always in a hurry.

When I was a teenager, my mother couldn't bear to go out. When I was a child, my mother could understand me, but my father couldn't stand it. To this day, fortune tellers still dare not tell their parents.

After I was twenty, I really left home and started my own business. Not far, only a few dozen miles. However, my father bought an agricultural vehicle and followed me to help me manage my business step by step. Although, my father also had a small shop, which was rarely opened for me, so it was abandoned.

My friend always said to me enviously, "Yifei, you are really blessed to have a good parent!" " "

However, where do they know my worries? Every day from noon, my parents drive more than ten miles to my supermarket, but they can't stay at night, no matter how deep the night is, they will insist on going back. Every time I run out to help my father clean the window with a rag, for fear that he will be too old to see clearly and something will happen on the way.

When my father's car left, I watched it until I turned the corner. Then, I began to wait for a safe call from my father when he got home. If I haven't seen the phone for a long time, my heart will never let go until I hear it.

Later, I gave my old mobile phone to my father. However, often the phone is dialed a thousand times, and my father can't hear it. When I saw him, I gave him a good scolding and said whatever I said. Later, when I thought of my father in the storm, I was equally sad and shed tears.

One night, it snowed heavily and my parents left me. I kept looking around. At midnight, I watched TV with my friends. It was a very common rural affection, but I shed tears. At that time, my parents' phone never called. Think about the deep snowfield, there are only two old people, which is a great sin for children! However, the phone is still disconnected. The cell phone is dead, and there is no news of my father. I called home again, maybe I left in a hurry in the morning, my parents' phone was not put away properly, and it was busy again. Look at the watch again. It's past two o'clock in the middle of the night. What should parents do if there is such a big snowstorm?

My friend is not at ease and stays with me. Two people searched for their parents in the snow, searched for miles, and finally saw my father's car at a gas station. Asked the man at the gas station, he said, "There were two old people whose cars broke down, and they finally pushed them to us and entrusted us to take care of them. They walked home! " "

When my friends and I arrived at the village, we saw the backs of two old people, holding each other's hands and stumbling in the misty snow. Now, the morning has come.

I am always afraid that one day, one of them will leave first and lose the other half. This is the most painful thing. I don't know who said a word: children travel thousands of miles, mothers worry, and mothers travel thousands of miles without worrying. I envy such people, how can they be so free and easy! And I, in my parents' journey, every step of them is my concern and sadness. My parents' love for me is inextricably linked, and so is my concern.

People who envy me often say to their parents: how glorious it is to have a child who loves writing at home! I never thought of it that way either. Every time I am most afraid of my parents reading my words and my children's suffering, I would rather bury it in my heart than tell my parents. And my words can't escape my father's reading. I also regret watching him wipe tears and seeing the pain in my heart. Why am I a person who loves words?

The hard work of my parents has given me a heavy burden again and again, but I know clearly in my heart that I can't afford this burden! Many times because of my nature, I did something wrong, and my parents didn't complain, comforting me again and again.

Think about those life and death experiences. Without the care of my parents, would I be today? The emotional shock almost killed me, and I didn't stand it again and again for my parents. Even if I become a walking corpse, I am willing to live for my parents, as long as they are happy. Besides, what is so important! A seven-foot man, regardless of his parents' feelings, is the greatest shame.

Late at night, my parents left, and I reluctantly handed over the transferred deed to the new shopkeeper. I went to call my parents, "Mom! Don't come to the store again tomorrow! "

It's quite a surprise over there.

"Mom, the store has been transferred! After so many years of hard work, you should enjoy your old age! "

"Why didn't you tell us, so soon, so soon!"

"You said you would promise? No, I will not. Mom! Thank you for your hard work for so many years! "

I hung up the phone in a hurry. That long night, I waited for the rooster to crow and the new shopkeeper to take stock of all the goods.

Finally, at dawn, I called my friend and said, "Yang Dong, can you come here quickly?"

Yang Dong ran out of breath and saw me leafing through a book at my desk. "What do you think is wrong?"

I gave him the key to the supermarket. "Take stock, the new owner is here!" "

He looked at me in surprise: "What, the supermarket doesn't do it? So soon, are you crazy? "

"Yang Dong, remember I told you that I saw a fortune teller when I was a child!"

He nodded.

"I should go!"

He looked at me unforgettable.

At every stop in my life, I am always glad that I have so many sincere and intimate good friends that I can always trust them with confidence. If I really want to take stock of the supermarket I watered with my heart, can I still go? So will my parents stay with me and work hard for me all my life? So, should I pay those debts in the afterlife?

Forgive me! All my friends who help me manage the supermarket. Forgive me, you see tears in my eyes, that's my heartbreak. I remember that every time I buy something in the rain, you are willing to get wet with me. I remember you brought me fruit, sent me hot jiaozi and knitted me warm gloves.

Friends! I will remember that the longer the journey of life, the deeper your imprint. You owe it to the chubby boy who was fortune-told by the wrench master! What are you talking about? Don't say anything

Finally, at dawn, I left the land I had known for nearly forty years. Every arrangement in life is not accidental. Master, where did you go after you left with a wrench for 30 years? Is it because you're planning something?

I think of your back and your angular bald head. You are obviously the monk who took Baoyu away in a dream of red mansions. Thirty years later, I will still cry without my parents and master! Life has gone through so many vicissitudes, why not take the chubby one day earlier? Why did you put him through so much wind and rain, so much pain and so much emotional debt?

Master, I changed my name. Do you recognize me? Childhood is Xiao Xuan, today is Yifei! I chose this name to leave my parents more easily! Master, you can't blame me! Did this name also imply me in your dreams? Then, master, let me accompany you to knock on the wooden fish and recite the scriptures once! Master, I want to ask you, will you leave me alone? I can't stay. My heart is neither here nor there. I was born to my parents, and I have another wish. Let me go back to my parents!

Thirty years later, in a temple in Xi 'an, I finally met a young master who used a wrench to tell my fortune. He is still angular, elegant and clean. I vaguely remember what the master said in those days: Fate is fate, and points are points. Fate meets points, which is fate. I've grown up, master! I see, master! I won't bother you.

I walked out of the temple. There was a girl behind him at that time. She asked me, "Uncle, where are you going tomorrow?"

I smiled at the blue sky.

"Take my hand, uncle, let's walk for a while, that's it, quietly!"

I smiled again. Looking up again, a white cloud glides by.

"Is it nice?" I asked the girl.

"Yes!" She smiled at Jiao Jiao.

"No matter where, there are such beautiful clouds! In the future, smile more, ok? " I looked at her quietly. This girl has been very upset because she didn't go to college. I know her mother, a beautiful woman named Zhang, my former writing colleague, and she asked me to enlighten her daughter. what can I say? For a teenage girl, you can only warm her with laughter.

"Well, remember uncle Yifei later. Don't think about anything. Smile every day. With a smiling face, everything in life will slowly melt. You don't lack anything, you have a warm home, a good father and a good mother who care about you! Like a bird, it flies slowly and grows slowly. It doesn't matter if you can't go to college. As long as you can find your own position, there is no passage in the sky! "

"I get it, I get it!" She smiled again. I know I don't need to say anything more, it's too cruel for a child.

I don't know when the master gave me a distant look. I let go of the girl's hand and she smiled and waved goodbye to me.

I walked slowly towards my master. The master is also smiling, with a thousand wrinkles and kindness.

"Yifei, I really want to leave you, practice Buddhism together, and watch you and that girl laugh so happily. Master knows I can't keep you! "

I don't want to explain anything to the master. Everything in life is too tired, no need to explain, as long as the owner knows that I am happy!

"Fate meets points, which is fate, master!"

"Ha ha!" The master smiled brightly. "What an escape! Tomorrow, where are you going? "

Why do you ask, master? You know my heart. Time and space have been distinct for 30 years, and we are still standing here. It is different! Then, in the future, we will meet naturally and unexpectedly somewhere. Master, I hope you are still so young and elegant.

I am walking on an unknown road. Go further and further.

Looking back, the master seemed to condense into a stone statue.