Hechun and Jingming

In the evening, the vegetable market ushered in the second peak of the day. Bargaining and selling were intertwined. Everywhere you went, you could feel the noise in your ears, which made the already crowded and chaotic space even more cramped.These voices, and the level of vision that can only see the adults below the shoulders, made Qu Jingming feel flustered for no reason. He tightly held his mother Xue Bingbing's hand.

Xue Bingbing's appearance was incompatible with this vegetable market.

Every road here is very narrow, and rotten vegetables and dirty water make it even more difficult to walk, but she walks quickly on ten-centimeter high heels, not caring that the large strides will expose her two legs at any time. With the scenery created by her long legs, she raised her head and chest, without squinting, and she didn't even care about the son at her side.

She is so beautiful that she looks down on all living beings at any time.

Qu Jingming is six years old, small, short-legged, and carrying a schoolbag full of his own clothes. It is really difficult to follow her through this vegetable market. After walking from one end to the other, he enters a narrow and deep path , when the surrounding suddenly quieted down, he was already sweating profusely.

Xue Bingbing looked at the house numbers on the outside of the houses on both sides of the path, but not every house had them, so she stopped and walked, took out small slips of paper to compare, and muttered words.

"Is this the house? Is it the house..." She frowned, and stopped in front of a rusty house number, hesitating and distressed.

Qu Jingming looked up and could vaguely see a few words.Fortunately, although Xue Bingbing is not a qualified mother in general, when she first had this child, she was interested in early childhood education, so she couldn't wait to teach Qu Jingming how to read characters, and now Qu Jingming can read those words. What does the doorplate say?

"Gen Bamboo Garden"

There is also a horizontal line and a single stroke on the left side of the Gen character. From their distribution, it can be seen that it should be "root", so here is the root bamboo garden. I don't know how many numbers it is.

Xue Bingbing became impatient after muttering for a while, and raised her hand to slap on the door. Under the sound of slapping the wooden door, there were also two shrill "squeaks", which were the wailing of being in disrepair.It can be seen that the house is old enough.

"Come here, who is it!"

An older female voice came along with the sound of footsteps. Qu Jingming recalled for no reason the story about Grandma Wolf that Xue Bingbing told him on the long-distance sleeper car last night. Xue Bingbing was too perfunctory to be a mother , He has heard this story many times, and he is not afraid, but now he suddenly feels a little scared.

He ducked.

Xue Bingbing pulled him: "What are you hiding, I'm not a bad person."

The door opened and an old woman who didn't look like a nice person came out.Just like her voice, the woman in front of her, who seemed to be halfway through her life journey, had a vicissitudes and a philistine old face, looking up and down at their mother and child, her eyes were quite unfriendly.Especially seeing Xue Bingbing's flamboyant appearance, his brows immediately twisted into mountains and rivers in disgust, even with ravines.

"Who are you looking for?" She only opened the crack of the door that could accommodate half a person.

Xue Bingbing didn't seem to care about other people's attitude, and smiled like a flower: "Excuse me, is this He Rong's home?"

"Yes. She is at work and hasn't come back yet." The other party wiped his hands on the apron, seeing Xue Bingbing's eyes softened, his expression still reluctant, but he opened the door and turned sideways, "Is Xue Bingbing right? Rong told me that you are coming to play for two days, come in."

"You are Rong Rong's mother, right? I remember Rong Rong told me that your surname is Chen? Then I will call you Aunt Chen?" Xue Bingbing is used to acting, and now she plays the role of a sweet little girl Even the steps are more reserved, and the big white legs finally don't jump out and block the eyes.

Qu Jingming was extremely awkward, but still hid back, but she secretly pulled her, bowed her head, and gave him a look of "don't make trouble for my old lady", Qu Jingming's saliva was in his throat, and he didn't dare to swallow it.

Her move made the old woman's expression much better. She glanced at Xue Bingbing's high slit, and said persuasively: "Our place is small, people are backward, and we are not as open as your big cities. Wear these clothes here." Not suitable."

Xue Bingbing pulled the split fork with her empty hand: "I was too anxious to get in the car yesterday. This kid is slow-moving. I don't have time to change clothes. It's really not good-looking. Aunt Chen, I'm a dancer , Has Rongrong told you?"

Old lady Chen dusted off her apron: "I told you, you've been on TV before!" She pointed to the door of a main room, "You and your kid stay there for a while, I'm busy cooking, so I won't say hello , and He Rong will be back soon."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Xue Bingbing took Qu Jingming into the main room, took off his schoolbag and put it on a chair, and let him sit on the chair, and looked at the main room by himself.

The house is a concrete room with two floors, and the stairs to go upstairs are deep in the main room.The furnishings in the room are very traditional. On the wall at the entrance is a central hall dedicated to ancestor incense. There are no couplets or photos. The long table in front of the incense table offers incense and candles, and the square table under the long table has a plate of fruits. , the apples in it are already wrinkled, and I don’t know if they haven’t been replaced for a few days.

In the other corner of the room was a small round table with jugs, chili jars, fermented bean curd jars, and bamboo tubes of unknown purpose piled up in a mess.Xue Bingbing walked over, glanced at the table full of things in disgust, and turned to Qu Jingming, "Mingming, do you want some water?"

Qu Jingming nodded silently without looking at her.

She poured water into the lid of the thermos, blew it carefully, and tasted the temperature of the water before giving it to Qu Jingming, with a gentle expression on her face.Qu Jingming only glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and when he saw her like this, he felt a "thump" in his heart, followed by a wave of blunt and heavy sorrow.

In the past, Xue Bingbing was so gentle before throwing him into the foster care of unknown strangers; when he was sick, before Xue Bingbing tricked him into getting an injection, she was also so gentle; when she came out of home yesterday morning, she was still so gentle Yes... Then on the way, I heard her make an overseas call and said, "It will be dealt with in a few days, and I will go with you when the time comes."

What to do?

Of course he was dealt with.

Although Qu Jingming is young, he is not a fool. He thinks he knows everything.His mother has long wanted to let him go, and has lost him many times, but this time is different, this time it is for real.

On the long-distance bus last night, he and Xue Bingbing lay on a small sleeper, unable to sleep in the middle of the night.But Xue Bingbing slept soundly, holding him in his arms like a soft pillow, he wanted to get away and lie down more comfortably, but was reluctant.A pair of eyeballs stared at the outside, the speed of the car was gentle, there were scattered lights in the distance, and he didn't know whether it was passing a city or a village, he just looked at it, and didn't even notice when the car drove into the desolation.

"She doesn't want me anymore," he thought.

The corners of his mouth flattened, the tip of his nose suddenly became sour, tears came out of nowhere, and easily fell from the corners of his eyes, all he could see were the continuous black hills, he felt scared belatedly, and realized with a heart-rending, Tomorrow evening, he will not have this mother.Although he didn't like this mother either, he was more afraid of strangers.

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, so the discomfort of being hugged by Xue Bingbing was overwhelmed. He hated and was very nostalgic, his heart ached and he wanted to be hugged by her for a while longer.

Then fell asleep in pain.

When the long-distance bus arrived in a city early in the morning, Xue Bingbing took him for a stroll around the station. When he saw a McDonald's, he took him to eat chicken wings and drink Coke as a luxury.In the afternoon, I changed to a short-distance bus, and after two hours, I came to this small town, walked through the noisy vegetable market, and settled in the main room in front of me.

The owner of this house is not clear about the purpose of Xue Bingbing's trip. He doesn't know, but he is very clear that this will probably be where he lives in the future, and the broken kettle lid in his hand will be held by him countless times to drink. water.These imaginations and fears seemed to have substance, and they were heavy, weighing on his heart, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.But he couldn't cry secretly like last night.

He couldn't say why he couldn't, he just knew he couldn't.

Before he finished drinking the water, the door outside the yard that had been in disrepair was pushed open. Xue Bingbing's expression brightened, and she stepped on her high-heeled shoes to welcome her out, shouting enthusiastically, "Rongrong, Rongrong!"

Qu Jingming raised his head and looked out, and saw Xue Bingbing twisting his waist like a water snake and rushing to embrace the person who just came in. The other person was still holding on to the bicycle, catching her hug with one hand.

From Qu Jingming's perspective, he couldn't see that person's face clearly, only heard her sweet and cold voice, which was different from Xue Bingbing's, as if she was completely unmoved by the enthusiasm in her arms, and said lightly: "Why did you come here by yourself? Didn't I say to pick you up at the station?"

Xue Bingbing let go of the hug, still hooking her neck with her hands, and said coquettishly: "It's already troublesome for you, how can I make you busy with such trivial matters."

The other party gently pushed her away, parked the car, and walked towards the main room while reporting to the kitchen: "Mom, I'm back."

Mrs. Chen said, "Wash your hands and get ready to eat!"

"Understood." With that said, she couldn't go to the kitchen at all, Xue Bingbing's charming skills released regardless of gender, in Qu Jingming's view, at this moment, she is more fucking sticky than usual when facing most men , It's almost hanging on that person.

Qu Jingming shifted his gaze to the man's face.

She is a completely different woman from Xue Bingbing. Although she also has long hair, it is all tied up in a bunch behind her head, wearing a simple shirt and trousers, and a pair of low-heeled leather shoes.Facing a good friend from junior high school, there was no joy of reunion with old friends on his face, only a faint smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time following Xue Bingbing's actions.

Stepping through the door, he naturally saw Qu Jingming.

"This is your son?" She turned to Xue Bingbing and asked.

Only then did Xue Bingbing let her go, came to hold Qu Jingming, pushed her in front of her, and said, "That's the only one. His name is Jingming. You named him." Then he patted Qu Jingming on the back of the head, pointing at her, "This is You and Aunt Rong, you have to listen to her in the future, understand?"

Qu Jingming held the lid of the kettle with both hands, pursed his lips, stared into He Rong's eyes, and called softly, "Aunt He Rong."

He Rong's attitude towards the children was the same, indifferent, with only a little smile showing goodwill, she reached into her trouser pocket, took out a candy, and handed it to Qu Jingming: "Do you children still eat candy now? ?”

Qu Jingming licked the tip of his tongue and wanted to say no, but Xue Bingbing had already taken it for him and stuffed it into his hand: "Auntie Herong's gift, take it."

Qu Jingming held it tightly.

With a gentle smile, he looked at Xue Bingbing: "The child is like you, very beautiful." After a pause, he added, "I hope my heart is like yours."

Xue Bingbing squatted, with his hands on the child's shoulders, looked up at He Rong, and seemed to sigh softly, and his tone was much more comfortable than when he could be sweet: "I don't blame him anymore, and don't blame me for me. , it’s all my ignorance. All these years, thanks to you. And this time, I... I’m begging you. "

As if talking about crying.

At this moment, old lady Chen's voice came from outside again: "Everyone is here for dinner!"

He Rong combed her hair, and patted Xue Bingbing on the shoulder: "Let's go, don't talk about it, come so far, eat first. I will take you to the beach tomorrow, do you have two days?"

Xue Bingbing took Qu Jingming and nodded silently.Qu Jingming was surprised to find that it was the first time for his mother to hold his fingers so tightly, just like he held her in the vegetable market just now.