Ode to Pear Blossoms Part 1

Yi Zhen followed Xu Laoliu off the bus, and went around in circles before finding the detention center. Xu Laoliu took the note for visiting the prison, and walked in with Yi Zhen in his hand.

As soon as Yi Zhen entered, he felt very depressed. He knew that this was the place where his mother was locked up, and he couldn't breathe when he thought of it.

The visiting room was closed on all sides, and there was a railing in the middle to block outsiders. Yi Zhen sat there anxiously. After a while, he heard the sound of metal hitting in the distance, followed by the woman's footsteps.

The woman's hair was cut short, and the once slightly curly long hair became ear-length short hair. At first glance, there was no layering, it should have been cut randomly, and her figure was as thin as when she left home.

The woman looked up at Xu Lao Liu, and saw Yi Zhen next to her, her heart skipped a beat, tears streaming down her face.

She wiped away her tears and wanted to reach out to hug the child, but she also had the urge to turn around and run away when she was ashamed of others. For a moment, she was filled with grief and joy, but she didn't know what to do.

Yi Zhen finally saw his mother whom he hadn't seen for several months, and with tears in his eyes, he stood up and whispered, "Mom."

The woman finally covered her face and wept.

After a long time, the woman's emotions gradually calmed down, and she asked Yi Zhen through the railing: "Zhen'er, you have grown taller... are you doing well?"

Yi Zhen nodded.

Xu Laoliu was also a little moved when he saw the mother and son meeting again. He took a closer look at the woman and found that, apart from being thinner, she was actually much more energetic than when he first saw her.

The first time I saw this woman, I thought she was pretty and disheartened, but now that I saw this woman, she was actually angry.

The woman turned to Xu Lao Liu, cried and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xu, thanks to you, I... I don't know how to say it, you and I are not related, I..."

At first hearing "Teacher Xu", Xu Laoliu was still a little uncomfortable, but then he thought that he was indeed a teacher when he went to someone's house, and there was nothing wrong with it, so he agreed.

"It's nothing. I have a fate with this child, and I have no children. I just want to take care of the child for you temporarily. When you come out, I will return him to you in a safe and healthy way. I am relieved. "

Xu Laoliu asked: "That thing... is it clean?" Xu Laoliu asked in a low voice, afraid that the woman would lose face.

The woman nodded: "It's all over."

Only then did Xu Lao Liu feel relieved.

The woman bowed her head and said: "Last time you came, I told you that there is a passbook in that box, and there is money in it. It was left by Yi Zhen's father. I know it is not easy to raise a child. You can take it out and use it. I can't let it go for nothing." You worry."

Xu Laoliu smiled: "You two have lived such a hard life and didn't even mention using that passbook. How could I use it? Yi Zhen is very sensible. It's just an extra pair of chopsticks for me. It's not that troublesome. You... You can stay here with peace of mind, reform well, and strive to come out as soon as possible, Yi Zhen is too young to live without a mother."

The woman cried again, sobbing intermittently: "I'm sorry for you."

Xu Laoliu didn't know how to comfort the woman, so he said, "Yi Zhen did very well in the basic test this time. He got full marks in the English test. He worked very hard and didn't fail at all in his studies...don't worry."

The woman really felt that she was sorry for Xu Lao Liu. She was arrested at the time and didn't think about what would happen to her. She was only afraid that Yi Zhen would not be taken care of, so she called her relatives from her hometown in Hunan in the detention center, and wanted them to come over for a visit. When Yi Zhen went to Hunan, the old family dawdled and didn't want to move. In the end, a cousin came and found that Yi Zhen had left with a young man. At that time, the woman was terrified, like crazy every day.

Not long afterward, Xu Lao Liu came to the detention center by himself, told the woman about Yi Zhen's situation, and said that if he wanted to find someone to pick up Yi Zhen, it was okay, but the woman felt relieved, but felt that this stranger seemed to be better than those so-called relatives. And be reliable.

Living in Beijing with my children, I have had very little contact with those so-called relatives. How is it different from strangers?

She told Xu Laoliu that there was a passbook in Yi Zhen's box, which contained 5 yuan. It was originally for Yi Zhen to go to school, but now all of it is given to Xu Laoliu as a thank-you gift, but Xu Laoliu waved his hand and said that he could still support to have a child.

The woman felt that she had done nothing good in her life, but she didn't know where the good news came from, that she could meet such a good man.

Yi Zhen asked her mother in a low voice, "When are you going home?"

The woman pursed her lips and said, "Soon, when the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, mom will be able to go back."

Yi Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the word Mid-Autumn Festival, and suddenly felt that everything had hope.

After leaving the detention center, Yi Zhen's mood became brighter, and she pursed her lips and smiled when she took the bus.

Xu Lao Liu knew that he was happy, but he felt a little bit sad. In a few months, the little guy would return to his mother's side. At that time, someone would take care of his life, and he was still alone in the end.

He suddenly thought of Yuan Mingjia who was far away in England. It has been a year since Yuan Mingjia left Beijing.

If there hadn't been that accident at that time, maybe their child would be as old as Yi Zhen now.

At that time, I was cheated of all my savings, and I was completely destitute. I was no longer worthy of the girl of the Kunqu opera family, so I decided to break up with Yuan Mingjia. Decided to go to England to settle down.

Now... Maybe he has found a blond and blue-eyed Englishman to marry, and maybe even has a baby.

Xu Laoliu smiled wryly. At that time, he was also a poor ghost when he was still in the troupe. Everyone thought that he was a high-ranking Yuan Mingjia, and the two of them were not suitable at first, but Xu Laoliu had liked such a woman in his life, so he didn't want to marry him. give up.

It’s not easy when you are struggling between love and reality, you feel uneasy like stealing someone else’s treasure, and you are afraid that this treasure will be wasted in your own hands.

The pain of losing his job, the pain of losing Yuan Mingjia made him a walking dead for a year, until he met Yi Zhen.

Yi Zhen's mother felt that Xu Laoliu saved Yi Zhen, but Xu Laoliu knew that at that time, she didn't want to live anymore, so she almost found a hemp rope to end it by herself, thinking all day whether burning charcoal would be less painful or drowning Die fast.

But it was the appearance of this little guy that made the originally boring life more involved, and gave me the courage to be a man again.

"Uncle Xu, we've arrived!" Yi Zhen's call brought Xu Laoliu back to his senses, and hurriedly pulled Yi Zhen out of the car.

After returning home, Yi Zhen did her homework, read English again, and scalded Xu Laoliu's feet, and the two went to bed early.

The next day was Saturday, and Yi Zhen went to Yuan's house to report as usual.

Sometimes Yi Zhen didn't come to report at school, Yuan Wangchun felt that waking up so early was meaningless, but there was no way, Yuan Wangchun's habit of waking up early had been developed by Yi Zhen, so he simply called Yuan Yi up too.

So much so that during the period when Yi Zhen came to study drama, Yuan Yi also developed the habit of getting up early.

Sometimes when I’m bored, I’ll just watch him learn an opera next to Yi Zhen. If he makes a wrong step in rounding the field, or if he can’t straighten his waist during practice, it can become Yuan Yi’s joke. If you are annoyed, you will not be embarrassed, sing your own and practice your own.

Yuan Yi especially admired him for this, as long as he could have half the concentration of Yi Zhen, his academic performance would not be so bad.

Sometimes when he was tired from practicing, Yi Zhen went to Yuan Wangchun's study to watch him practice calligraphy. Yuan Wangchun was famous for his calligraphy.

Once Yuan Wangchun asked Yi Zhen to write two characters, Yi Zhen wrote his own name on a whim, using Ouyang Xun's handwriting that he had learned in the past, Yuan Wangchun was surprised: "Your handwriting is so good! "

Yi Zhen said shyly, "I practiced copybooks when I was a child, and then I entered the calligraphy class at school and participated in several competitions."

"Oh? Are you still participating in the competition? Have you won any rankings?"

"I've taken it, sometimes first and sometimes second, and now the trophies are put into a box and placed in a small box in the south room of Qiuyuan."

Yuan Yi clicked his tongue twice: "No wonder your south house is like a grocery store, full of your miscellaneous things."

Then he patted his grandson: "You know what a fart! Practicing brush calligraphy is a state of mind. No wonder Zhen'er is only eight years old, and he is calmer than you, who is almost 12 years old. If you can have Zhen'er like this, Your grandpa can wake me up with a smile when I fall asleep!"

Yuan Yi pitifully looked left and right, and said, "Isn't it just writing with a brush? Who can't?"

As he spoke, he picked up the brush and wrote the word "Yuan Yi" next to the word "Yi Zhen".

Yuan Wangchun clicked his tongue twice: "You're crooked, you can't even hold the pen correctly, you're trembling, you have bugs or something?"

Yuan Yi rolled his eyes at the old man, and the old man picked his nose and eyes when he saw him.

Yuan Yi rubbed against Yi Zhen: "Why do you hide your handwriting so well? Come on, teach me too? Let me get some ink too."

Yi Zhen thought for a while, found a new piece of rice paper, held Yuan Yi's hand, dipped the pen in ink, wrote on the paper, and said while writing: "When writing calligraphy with a brush, you need to use your wrist hard. Qiao Jiner, keep your body upright, look at this brush, here is the center forward, here is the winger..."

Yuan Yi didn't listen to a word, just looked at the small hand with clear bones covering his hand, and thought it was very interesting.

Yuan Yi put down his pen, grabbed Yi Zhen's small hand, squeezed it, and said, "Is your hand too small?"

After speaking, he raised his hand and compared it: "Look, it's just a little finger away!"

Yi Zhen looked at Yuan Yi's slender and fair fingers, which were really much bigger than his own.

Yuan Yi wrapped Yi Zhen's hand with his own big hand: "Wow, it can really cover it!"

Yi Zhen thought it was fun, and said, "Then can you wrap your hands around the fat man's?"

Yuan Yi said: "Fart! What are his hands? They are claws! They are as fat as pig's trotters. If you stew them, you will be sure to supplement collagen."

Yi Zhen was amused by him and laughed.

Yuan Wangchun shook his head and chased them away: "You two get out, disturb my peace."

Yuan Yi stuck out his tongue at Yi Zhen, and the two ran away.

In winter, when the snow had just melted and the weather was fine, Yuan Wangchun listened to the sound of two children playing outside, and wrote down:

Late in the day, the country is beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

After finishing writing, I shook my head and laughed. The next line of this poem is "Swallows fly in the mud, mandarin ducks sleep in the sand."