Time travel has no future, the peasant girl just wants to farm and get rich

Su Youjun's family lived happily in the town, but the two old people in the old house lived alone. They gave birth to so many children, and now none of them are around. They must be responsible for everything!

Mr. Su and the old woman are over fifty years old. They have seven children, but now, none of the seven children are left with them.

The eldest brother and his family are making a living in the town. The second and fourth children have separated from their family and are missing. Since the third child lost a hand, he has locked himself in his room all day and has not even eaten together. The fifth and sixth children are studying in the town. Now that he is leaving private school, Tongzi is often at home, and Xiaoqi is married to a fool's family in Lijia Village next door.

Today's morning, when the sun has just risen, Old Mrs. Shen will be sitting by the bed. She no longer has the sharpness and acrimony that Mrs. Chen used to have when she was here, but only has an old and haggard face, looking at the empty room with inverted triangular eyes. At the door, missing her little son and daughters.

Her eyes were full of deep longing, a pain that only a mother could understand.

And when Old Mrs. Shen was confused, Mr. Su would sit silently on the wooden chair at the door, looking at the road in the distance.

His eyes were full of anticipation for his little sons, and he often imagined how joyful and warm the scene would be when they came back.

After lunch, Old Mrs. Shen sat on a chair by the door, with deep nostalgia in her eyes. Mr. Su came over, sat gently beside her, and stared at her silently.

\"Old woman, we gave birth to seven children. Now none of them are around, but I always feel that they are still there." Mr. Su said softly.

Old Mrs. Shen looked up at the road in the distance, and tears could not help but fall quietly. She replied with a trembling voice: "Yes, Qingshan, we raised them so painstakingly, and now they all have their own careers, but they have completely forgotten about us."

Mr. Su gently touched her shoulder and said in a low and gentle voice: "As parents, we don't ask for anything in return from our little sons, we just want them to live well.

But, I often worry that they have forgotten us. "

Old Mrs. Shen wiped away her tears and forced a smile: "Master, our sons have their own families, and the eldest son may be too busy to come back to visit us.

As for Primary 5 and Primary 6, we all have high hopes, and we are often in town and cannot come back often.

As for those two people who cheat on each other, it’s okay not to meet each other in the future. Anyway, I don’t expect them to break off the relationship. "

Mr. Su sighed: "Maybe, our family used to be very lively, but now it is so quiet.

I often think of what they looked like when they were children. At that time, they were all shadows following us.

Sometimes I look at the now empty room and think about the second and fourth children, and I feel a little guilty.

Old woman! Did we do something wrong? If we release them, we should not force them like that, or they will not leave us. "

Old Mrs. Shen lowered her head and silently thought of her sons' childhood, as if those beautiful memories were still before her eyes.

She looked up into the distance, her voice vague and uncertain, as if she were talking to herself but also to her wife.

"Maybe! But once something is done, it is done, and no one can go back to the past."

"Yes! Regardless of right or wrong, we can never go back to the past. I hope they can live a better life! No matter what, they are our flesh and blood. No matter how cruel we are, I still hope they can live a better life. "

Mr. Su continued: "I still remember that when they were young, they were always surrounding us, and laughter, crying, and noise filled the whole home. But now, our home is empty, and there is no such lively atmosphere anymore. atmosphere."

Old Mrs. Shen raised her head and said with a smile: "Yes, back then they were always vying to sit on our laps, and our family never felt lonely. But now, our legs no longer have the warmth of them."

Now we are also old and they have grown up, each with their own ideas. "

Mr. Su nodded, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Our sons grew up, left us, and lived their own lives.

Maybe they don't realize how lonely we old people live. "

Old Mrs. Shen held Mr. Su's hand and said firmly in her voice: "Qingshan, we are already over fifty years old.

We don’t know how long it will last, our days in this world are getting fewer and fewer. I hope they can come back often to see us and stay with us before we leave. "

Mr. Su held Old Mrs. Shen's hand tightly, with tears in his eyes: "Yes, I hope our sons can come back to us and give us a warm companionship in our limited time.

After all, as people get older, they slowly no longer desire more things, but instead desire more companionship. "

The two old men sat silently at the door, looking at the road in the distance. Their eyes always reveal their longing and expectation for their sons, and their hearts are full of longing and concern for their family.

Perhaps, one day, their sons will come back and give them a surprise, allowing them to feel the warmth of home again.

But no matter what, Mr. Su and Mrs. Su will always be waiting, and their love for their little sons will always be burning in their hearts.

Old Mrs. Shen glanced at Mr. Su sitting at the door, holding a teacup in his hand and sipping hot tea.

There was sadness in his eyes, as if the curtain of memory was opening before their eyes again.

Mr. Su suddenly put down his tea cup, sighed, and said: "Old lady, I think of our little daughter.

She must have been married to Lijia Village next door for some time! Haven't heard from her for a long time, and haven't seen her come back? "

Old Mrs. Shen put down her teacup, raised her head and looked into the distance, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. He said softly: "Yes, I got married early last month, it's been almost a month.

She never came back after getting married, and we haven't seen her, so we don't know if she is doing well. "

Mr. Su stroked his beard and frowned slightly: "How about you go to Lijia Village next door to see her, I haven't seen her for a long time.

She has never done any heavy work in our house, and I don't know what happened to her in the past. I am getting more and more worried about her. "

Old Mrs. Shen nodded, her eyes full of expectation: "Yes, I miss Pearl very much. I plan to go over to see her now and ask her how she is doing there."

"Then let's prepare some gifts for her! Otherwise, others will look down on her if she goes there empty-handed." Su Qingshan said.

"Hmm! You're right."

The two old men made their decision, then slowly stood up and walked step by step into the second entrance of the old house.

Their trapped figures looked a little lonely in the sunshine, but their inner determination made them full of strength.

After walking for a while, the two old men soon came to this dilapidated hut. The walls of the house were mottled and the doors and windows were in tatters.

The two old men came outside the room where their daughter once lived. The house was clean and warm.

They stopped at the door of Pearl's room, opened the door and looked ahead, a feeling of longing came to their hearts.

Mr. Su asked softly: "Old lady, you still remember to clean our daughter's room often. It seems that you really love our daughter."

Old Mrs. Shen frowned and tried to remember: "She is my only little daughter! If Su Youjun, that loser, hadn't harmed her, she would still be with us today."

Mr. Su nodded, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to walk slowly. Although the steps of the two old men were slow, their inner desires made them move forward step by step.

Mr. Su gently opened the door and the two old men walked into the house.

The room was empty except for an old table and a few new chairs. There is an old book on the stone bench in the corner. The book has turned yellow and there are some writings on the cover.

Old Mrs. Shen walked to the book, gently brushed off the dust, and looked carefully at the writing on the cover. Her eyes were filled with tears and she whispered:

"This is our daughter's calligraphy. She learned it from Xiaowu and Xiaoliu. Although it's awkward and incomprehensible, I can still recognize it."

Mr. Su walked over and gently held Old Shen's hand, feeling her sadness. He picked up what his daughter had written and opened a page. The handwriting was a bit sloppy, but his daughter's thoughts were revealed between the lines.

Seeing that everything here was a trace of his daughter's previous residence, he felt a little uncomfortable. He could only care about his son but not his daughter.

My daughter got married so suddenly that she didn't bring anything with her. She was carried there in a coma without any clothes or shoes.

Their daughter had always been the apple of their eye. They had given her food since she was a child and wore unpatched clothes. So he looked at the old woman and said:

"Old woman, I don't know where Pearl is eating and dressing. I haven't taken anything from her. Why don't you pick out some of her new clothes and shoes and send them over?"

"Yeah! I'll pack her clothes now and go out to deliver them to her in a while."

After saying that, Old Mrs. Shen missed her little daughter so much that she picked up a large piece of old fabric to make a package, and put all the clothes, shoes, and jewelry that her daughter used to wear in it and wrapped it up.

After burning the incense, Old Mrs. Shen said to Mr. Su:

"Qingshan! I'm going over now to see how my daughter is doing."

"Well go ahead! Come back and tell me about her situation."

"Okay!" Old Mrs. Shen took a big package and walked slowly out of the house to Lijia Village next door.