little city

During the summer vacation, Jingshu was going home, so I decided to stay in school and work part-time.On the day I left, I went to the station to see Jingshu off. It had just started to drizzle, and the sun was no longer so hot, and even a little gentle.The farewell bus drove for a long time, taking us through the streets of the small town, whether it was the Wutong path, the canal stone bridge, or the bustling commercial street, it was because of each other's company that we could feel reluctant to part.

The train station is still crowded and bustling.I bought a platform ticket, sent Jingshu to the car, and got off after I settled down.We met on the train, and the moment of parting was emotionally turbulent. Jingshu got down again, hugged me, with tears in her eyes, and said thank you for my company for a semester, she was very happy.Seeing her shed tears for me, I was also so touched that I couldn't restrain myself.We hugged each other tightly and didn't want to be separated at all, but it seemed like we were going to be separated forever.

The car still drove away, and I suddenly felt empty in my heart. I didn't expect to start missing endlessly just after we separated.How nice it would be if there were no separation.

On the way back, I was listless, recalling the sweetness of the past semester, recalling the bits and pieces we had together, this is already the best time in my life.

In the past semester, I had almost no contact with my classmates. Jiang Tao was rebellious as always, Dongdong only knew how to study as always, Guangze was a loner as always, but I was deeply in love.I feel the care of life, I am very content.

Three times a week, I went to tutor that wealthy family.Every time I walked to the door of that house, I would tremble in my heart, worried that the child would ask me if I saw a ghost again.His mother doesn't look like his mother at all, and his father is gone.

One day, his mother asked me to come over early to treat me to lunch.I really wanted to refuse, but I was full of curiosity, so I agreed.I finally met the child's father, a middle-aged man over five years old, who spoke substandard Mandarin.They took me to a western restaurant, and the child's father spoke elegantly and full of demeanor, saying that he is usually too busy with work, and thanked me for accompanying their child.

In class in the afternoon, the child told me:

"Little brother, I went to see my relatives by car a few days ago, and I saw a bigger ghost on the road. The ghost stepped on the ground, and its head almost reached into the clouds. It was so scary."

"Maybe what you see is not a ghost, but a Bodhisattva."

"Oh, but it's all so scary. Brother, aren't you afraid?"

"Am I afraid?" I didn't know myself.I'm not afraid of ghosts, but I'm afraid of the future with Jingshu.

Later, I found a new tutor, a student who was about to enter the third year of junior high school.

The boy is handsome, but he is not good at speaking and has a weak personality. When I speak a little loudly, the child feels like shedding tears. Later I found out that his parents divorced, and his father found a mistress. He has been with his grandma since elementary school Life.

Every time I go, his grandma is at home, preparing tea for me and cutting watermelon.When I was talking to his child next to her, she was listening outside the door. I could feel the old man's deep hope for this child.But invisibly, I was full of endless pressure. I didn't dare to stop to catch my breath after the two-hour class, for fear that his grandma would think that the money was not worth the money.

At the end of the summer vacation, I saw his mother. Although she was no longer young, she was dressed very fashionable, with a sense of dust.After class, she stopped me and asked me how my English was, and wanted me to read some materials for her.

It was a man's introduction in English.It turned out that the child's mother was dating a Chinese-American on the Internet. He said he would come to China to see her, marry her, and take her to the United States.She didn't believe it could be true, but I could tell in her eyes that she desperately wanted it all to be true.

In order to prove himself, the man sent some English materials.I glanced at it briefly, and it was a job resume, working as a professional manager in a Fortune [-] company.Of course I hope he is true, but I really can't guarantee that he is true. Thinking that my words may affect the future of this woman, I am sweating profusely.

I used my only little love experience to tell her that the content of the document can be faked, I can't tell, but time will prove everything.

Leave everything to time, which seems to be my own belief all the time, time can change everything, the lost innocence and the lost youth are hard to find after all.

I rode my bicycle aimlessly through the alleyways of the small town, no longer thinking about what the child said, or what the mother said. The scenery on the side of the road was so beautiful that it was enough to make people forget all their troubles.

I like the bluestone streets the most. If it is a rainy day, I would rather be drenched in the rain. The raindrops fall from the eaves, splashing a little bit of water. An old man walks hesitantly at the corner in front of him. It is the lonely back of A Bing in a trance. Turning around, I saw a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering in the long and lonely rainy alley.

The streets of the small town are built along the river, which is inspired by the water. The rivers and rivers criss-cross and dotted all over the place. There are stone bridges of different ages built on the river to connect people from different regions.The Jiangnan I yearn for is a paradise on earth with bridges and water.

It's still early, and I will go to the parks in the urban area, where there are picturesque scenery everywhere. The abruptness and desolation in the north are compared with the beauty and delicacy in the south of the Yangtze River. The strong difference arouses endless emotions in my mind.

Climb to the highest pavilion in the park, sit down against a wooden pillar, hold a book of Song Ci in your hand, and stay like this for an afternoon, let the tourists disturb you, I just sit like this, enjoying the cool breeze, and singing Song Ci, as if in the air They all exude Qin Shaoyou's talent.

Behind the park is a quaint old road lined with handicraft shops, among which the local characteristic purple clay pots and clay figurines are quite famous.

I occasionally called Jingshu, but our conversation was very short, and she was very quiet on the phone. After I finished talking about my concern, I didn't know what to say.I think maybe her mother is at home, so it's not convenient to say anything.

Halfway through the summer vacation, the phone at their home stopped working, and no one answered it.I don't know what's going on, and I don't know what to do.

Although I was a little sad, thinking of her being with her parents, there was nothing to worry about.As the summer vacation goes by day by day, my savings are getting more and more, and I am getting closer and closer to my dream.