received a call from an old friend on Friday, saying that he hadn't sat together for a long time and agreed to find me to play on Saturday. I said, "Brother, you don't know that I'll go to Erdao Street to set up stalls on Saturdays, it's OK on Sundays." He said yes.
I took my treasure box to set up the stall after 8 o'clock on Saturday morning. The stall of one square is set up in a while, nineteen pieces of porcelain, five pieces of porcelain, a small pile of coins and three coin booklets. Others have occupied a good position earlier than me. I don’t care, because every Saturday there are not many people visiting my stall. They don’t like porcelain and don’t like ancient porcelain . I mainly relax and see if the blind cat can hit the dead mouse . There were only two or three people coming in the morning, and one of the old comrades who collected Qingmin pastel colors came to exchange their experiences. Another stranger looked at a fishing porcelain and asked about the price and left. After a while, he looked at the bottom of his foot with a magnifying glass and put it down and left. Another person came to flip the coins. Drink water, smoke, and look at the scenery. It passed in the morning, the market was deserted and there was no transaction.
Reflecting in the afternoon, I might as well go to see an old friend tomorrow. His legs and feet are inconvenient, so I won’t ask him to come to me. At night, my wife helps to clean up the four-color gift and go to see him tomorrow.
I was speechless all night, and I didn’t call in advance in the morning, and drove to my friend’s house at around 8 o’clock. My friend's surname is Pang. When he came into contact with him, he worked as a secretary in the village, a veteran, and was capable and straightforward. In addition to doing the secretary, he also did some business. Five or six years ago, due to excessive fatigue, the capillaries on his head ruptured, and he almost suffered from a lesion. There are contacts every year, including weddings and weddings. Everyone has their own affairs, so they only meet two or three times a year. This is the first time I have been to his house this year. On the way, I saw an acquaintance I hadn't seen for many years and went to see him when I came back.
is twenty miles away from my friend's house. It drives very fast. In more than ten minutes, my car stopped at his door. It happened that he was at home, and I heard him calling me as soon as I got off the car. My friend is an old friend. He is six or seven years older than me, and now he is around sixty. Looking at me, I was smiling, and I was a little trembling when walking because my nerves pressed against my legs. My right hand was still bent and I couldn't straighten my hair. My hair was already gray, and I had one or two teeth fell off, and I looked old. I no longer had the momentum of the past that I was full of energy.
I walked up and came back and took the gift down and walked into the hall with him. As he walked, he said where to bring something! I said it was not brought to you either, you don’t have several grandchildren. He smiled, the folds of time were clearly marked on his face, a little embarrassed in his smile, and a little helpless in his eyes. He said that if it weren't for my body, I would have gone to play with you long ago. As soon as we sat down, he stood up and said, "My son left 4 boxes of cigarettes yesterday to give them to you today." He went to the table and took two boxes of Hard China and two boxes of Nanjing Yuhuashi , then opened Hard China and handed me one. We talked for a long time, from local news to demobilized military policies, from township cadres to families of both parties, big and small things are still unsatisfied. I looked at my phone and said I had to go back to my hometown, it was already 10:30. It just so happened that his second son was back. He grabbed my hand and said he couldn't leave. He went to the restaurant in front to have a seat. He hadn't had dinner together for a long time. I said it's getting late, and there's time in the future. It just so happened that the weather started to cool down, and I would come here to play with you when I have time. You know, I went to Erdao Street to set up a stall on Saturday and had to go back to my hometown to have a meal with my mother on Sunday. Now it has become a habit. He said, "I'll kill a chicken and you will take it with me." I said, come to your house to eat a big rooster next time." He said that's OK, go back to your hometown and walk to the north or near the intersection of Huangzhuang Road. I waved goodbye and said I would come back when I had time.
The car turned and went east. After a while, I arrived at the intersection of Dianzi Road. There was a refueling point on the north side of the road. I turned to the refueling point and stopped in the east. This was a familiar place more than 20 years ago. I was very good at talking to the old man who drove the refueling point around 1997. I saw him when I passed by this morning, and he was still there.Back then, I thought he was in his seventies, and it was at least twenty-five years since now, and I was very surprised!
I got out of the car, and two cars were parked next to the gas point. I walked along the north side of the car toward the gate of the small building and opened it. A man about the same age as me was about to ask me, when a voice in the house was full of energy came: Lao Wang! You are here, I have been asking people where you are going, and the original number can't be found. I looked at the sound and saw an old man, an old man whose appearance had not changed much for more than 20 years, standing in the hall in a magnificent shape! I said to Lao Peng, you are still in a strong body. I just passed by and saw you here. I said in my heart that I must come and see you! The man just now was his third son and said that his father was just over 90 years old this year! I looked at Lao Peng, who was walking around directing his eldest son to pour water and wash fruits. He speaks clearly, has clear thinking, and has agile steps. He can only hear a little weak, and he really doesn't look like a 90-year-old man. He also called me Lao Wang back then, but he was embarrassed to call me. Lao Peng asked me to sit down quickly and said that I was a little thinner than I did back then, but he still recognized it at first sight. I said you have no problem living a hundred years old. His third son said that his father had good physical indicators and no problems. If it weren't for the epidemic in recent years, he would have taken him out for a trip to travel and travel a few years ago. It is said that his father's great-grandson is in his third year of high school. I looked at Lao Peng and said, "There are four generations who live together, and five generations who live together are rare. You are almost five generations who live together. Is it a blessing!" Then he asked my children's situation and asked his third son to record my number, saying that he would notify him of any happy events in the future. He was a very enthusiastic old man! Seeing that it was past eleven o'clock, I got up and said goodbye. Lao Peng held my hand and said no, I couldn't leave. He was cooking and left after eating. I said goodbye on the grounds that I went back to my hometown to help my mother cook, and said that I would come to see him in the future. The old man kept sending him to my car. I waved my hand to say goodbye, and the old man said he would definitely come to play in the future. In fact, the old man and I were in a work relationship, but I didn’t expect that when we met, he was still as close as we were more than 20 years ago.
After saying goodbye, I followed the country road and went north. I remember all the nearby villages in my heart. I ran all the villages in the town every month, and this time I passed by, and I couldn't help but pass them in my heart again. But the countryside changes a lot, buildings account for a large proportion, with roads connected in every village, and cars lined up on the roadside in the village. When I was riding a motorcycle, there were very few signs of cars in the village! Indeed, over the past 40 years of reform and opening up, the country has been rich and the people have become strong, and the people’s lives are indeed growing and changing with each passing day.
is here again to Shahezi Bridge, which is more than three miles away from my hometown. The familiar Riverside Avenue has a wide variety of green trees on both sides. The asphalt pavement of the tree-lined avenue is flat and wide, with vehicles coming and going, and people flowing endlessly. It can be seen that Ganyu's economic development is quite good. The car turned north, and the road was surrounded by rice, which was already golden, and the rice was about to fall. The fragrance of rice was intoxicating. I believe it was another harvest autumn.
It was already eleven:30 when I returned to my hometown, and my mother was watering the vegetable field. Thin back, staggering footsteps. My mother's legs are not good, but she always appears inside and outside the yard for a long time every day, taking care of various vegetables. Every time my neighbor said that the vegetables my mother grew were very good and she couldn't be idle every day. This is the mother's habit.
vermicelli meatballs I made at noon
I made tofu roast duck meat
Luffa egg soup
I have two days off. It is said that I will go to Erdao Street to set up a stall on Saturday and go back to my hometown on Sunday. I cook for my mother at noon on Sundays. When I listen to my mother’s ears, I have to speak loudly, so I usually listen to my mother’s nagging. It is a kind of happiness to eat with you, and it is even more happiness to talk with you. We must all cherish this opportunity and time to accompany our loved ones and never bother with it.
This is my daily life these two days, recording friendship and family affection as my future thoughts.
