Last night, I was chatting with a friend until nearly five o'clock in the morning. The matter about my son's schooling is a big deal for me at the moment, bigger than anything else. It was almost five o'clock when I rode home, and the streets were empty, except for the street lights by the grain river. I was riding alone, the cold wind was blowing in my ears, and I felt the cold at dawn in winter, as if I was the only one walking on the road in this cold world.
Throughout the day, I was lying in bed, not asleep, nor awake. I don't know what I'm going to do, and I don't know if I should go for a risky attempt, or what I might call a gamble. From the bottom of my heart, I always felt like I owed my son something. What it is, I can't tell. In the evening, I had a conversation with my son for more than 40 minutes, and I felt that he seemed to be much more mature and grown up than the son I had in mind. When I couldn't find a trace of comfort, my son's words did make me a lot easier, a lot. I haven't eaten for a day, and at this time I feel a little craving to eat.
I was alone, walking alone on the street, and the noise in my ears and the passers-by around me seemed to be in the world only outside of me. There were a lot of people in the small restaurant, and the tables outside were crowded with men and women eating. Is there a seat for the boss, I asked. Then the owner took me to a private room. There was no one in the single room, only five or six chairs. I casually sat outside the table. put down the gloves and some small objects in his hand, then ordered a cold dish, asked for a small bottle of liquor, and then ordered his favorite handmade noodles.
Wine and food came up, and I drank it alone. At this time, five people came into the small restaurant, and there was no place to sit, so the boss asked my opinion and asked them to eat at the same table. I had an opinion in my heart and reluctantly hummed. I looked at the five children, two tall boys, and three girls who looked like students. So the six of us became strangers for a temporary dinner. I was just silent, and the children had a kind of embarrassment imaginable.
I was also a little embarrassed, but when the meal came, I began to bury my head in eating. A few of the children were also silent, and the occasional few words allowed me to identify them. They are still students. I asked the tall boy, and I found out that they were students at the No. 1 Middle School, and that two boys were studying physical education and three girls were studying art. I feel like the distance between me and them has suddenly become closer, because my son is also studying art.
I said, I'm familiar with the branch. They all looked up at me as if I were their teacher. Then he lowered his head and played with his mobile phone in his hand, and the QQ prompt sound rang all over the dining table. Do you drink? They stretched out their hands nervously and made gestures of disapproval. Do you smoke, I asked, still with a look of disapproval and nervousness. These are a couple of kids who aren't bad yet, I think.
They sat at the table for ten minutes, and the food was not served, and they were just eating their QQ. Suddenly, I felt familiar, close, and endearing to them. I wonder if my son would be in a situation when he is outside: several children sit together, waiting for the only food they have.
I'm done eating, and I'm leaving. I walked up to the boss and said to her, "Serve two dishes to the kid at the table, and I'll pay the bill." So I chose two plates of cold dishes, one was the lotus vegetable I had just eaten, the other was fried and sweetened peanuts, one was six yuan, and the other was eight quick money. These two side dishes are my favorite and frequent side dishes, and I think these children must also enjoy them.
When I walked out of the store, I seemed to hear them cheering, the sound was so lovely, so simple, I thought they would be very happy today. Just like me, as if I were my children.
Walking by the canal again, I felt that the two street lamps near me, like two suns, one in the east and one in the west, illuminated the ...... of the road I was moving on
*: Baijiayan.