Just after the heavy rain, the muddy road was filled with a breath of fresh soil, mixed with the smell of chicken, duck, cow dung.

A tall young man with a long face and sword-browed face was walking on the mud road with a frown, carefully avoiding the cow dung that had been soaked in a pool. The snow-white sneakers on his feet inevitably stuck to the stars.

Looking at the luggage on his back, passers-by knew that the child who was in college in the old Li family had returned from the summer vacation.

Looking at the villagers squatting in front of the door and smoking, Zi Yang sighed in his heart. He has been studying outside since high school and can feel the rapid changes of the city almost every year. However, the small mountain village in this hometown has been going on for more than ten years. The roads are still so narrow, the houses are still so short, and passers-by are still so idle. The small mountain village seems to be isolated from the world and has no change at all.

The villagers greeted Zi Yang one after another, "Zi Yang is back?" "Here you come back." Zi Yang nodded politely to everyone with a smile, but he felt very embarrassed inside. He studied outside all year round, and most of the people in the village could not call him a name. The Li family is of very high age in the village. Some of the thirties and forties have to call him uncle. When he saw him greeting him with respect, he didn't know how to answer, so he had to grin and nod, and he would not lose his politeness.

When he returned home, he saw his father who was working in the yard, Zi Yang felt a little excited and shouted: "Dad, I'm back."

I haven't seen each other for half a year, and the warm welcome scene I imagined in my heart did not appear. My father looked up and stopped the work in his hand and looked at him. He said with an almost expressionless face. It seemed that his son had just gone out to pee and came back from peeing. He was not surprised at all, let alone surprise. Instead, the mother who was busy in the kitchen heard the sound and smiled on her face and greeted her: "Are you back?"

"My son has grown taller and handsome again. Look at your dad, you won't laugh at him when you come back."

Dad Li said embarrassedly: "As soon as I came back, I knew that I had to ask for money again, so I still have the heart to be happy..." Zi Yang felt helpless, alas, there was no way. After decades, my father's temper was still so straightforward.

At noon, my mother cooked a full table of food. Zi Yang, who hadn't tasted the taste of her hometown dishes for a long time, ate it. My mother kept picking up food for him and looked at him with a smile and said, "Slow down, poor child, can't even get any good things outside?"

Zi Yang muttered dissatisfiedly with the food in her mouth: "Mom, there are so many delicious foods outside. Don't always think that I'm studying outside is like going to jail," I can't eat well, it's because I don't have money! - Zi Yang didn't dare to say the last sentence.

My father is nearly fifty years old, his head is half bald, and half of the remaining circle of hair has turned white. The wrinkles at the corners of his mother's eyes have also been a little more. Looking at his parents who are getting older year after year, Zi Yang feels uncomfortable.

After dinner, Zi Yang lay on the chair with a stick on his back, watching his father picking his teeth. Suddenly, he thought of someone in his heart and asked: Dad, I want to ask something... Zi Yang's father looked at him suspiciously, meaning that school is still two months away, so he wants money now? Don't play by the rules!

Forget it, Zi Yang suddenly gave up the idea in his heart and choked back the words he vomited to his mouth.

After staying at home for a week on holiday, Zi Yang couldn't stand it anymore. There was no entertainment method in the countryside. Children of the same age had not seen each other for many years, and basically stopped contact. They had to eat and sleep every day. The rest of the time was just tilted on the bed to watch TV. No matter how boring the show was, they could just watch it all day. Happy days were only seven days. After seven days, my mother's kind mother's love gradually got rid of the traces. From the love that I just came back, I became annoying every day. I criticized Zi Yang for being lazy all day long, looking at the dogs left and eggs of my neighbor's house. When I was in my teens, I went into the water to catch fish, went up the mountain to plow the fields, and the boy in the back house got married and established a family in his twenties. Look at you, a twenty-year-old, and he was too lazy to carry his butt all day long...

Zi Yang's mother is in her forties and fifties, and she is as strong as a wolf or a tiger. In addition, she has a bad temper and can make a prairie fire with big things. What's more, Zi Yang's lazy son is standing by her all day long as she is a target. Women in the mountain village are also very ardent. When they are in high spirits, they can take out a small stool. They can sit and scold them for two hours without any other words. They all have good voices, loud voices, and they pass through walls - the key is that they don't delay their work when scolding people.

Every time he starts scolding, he often involves Zi Yang's father. At this time, Zi Yang's father doesn't say anything. Zi Yang once asked why he can tolerate it so much.

Zi Yang’s father said: This is love!

Zi Yang's mother yelled: I love you, I just listen to the wind in my ears. You didn't listen to a word, and you knew that you had your mouth clamped and you couldn't get a stick! Look at it, you could cook rice, and you could burn it every time. I didn't listen to it many times. Your donkey's ears grew on the pig's butt... Zi Yang's mother scolded people without considering the logic and rationality of things at all.

Zi Yang's father was not angry at all. He was like a revolutionary martyr. He didn't talk back when he was beaten to death. He looked leisurely in the distance, looking at the distance with a look of thinking that I was there.

What Zi Yang couldn't stand the most is that his mother always compared the children of his neighbor's house with him. According to the meaning, even if other children farm, they are more promising than their college students. Mothers criticize people for being so unreasonable. They don't like you. They are full of shortcomings. Getting up without cleaning up the bedding is a serious crime, let alone sleeping in. They also like to turn over old accounts, and even riding a bicycle to kill the old hen of the neighbor's house a few years ago.

Zi Yang did not have the same cultivation as his father. He couldn't help but talk a few times when he was scolded, but in the end he was counterattack like a storm. In the end, he was defeated by speaking speed and logic, and was full of anger. He fought back and forth several times, and he wanted to overturn the table and run wildly every time, but he didn't dare, after all, he had no money in his pocket.

Later I thought about it, my father was the real master. She was so strong that she could do it. The breeze blew across the hills. No matter what you say, I just didn’t retaliate. It’s no wonder that decades have passed, and although there are constant noise, my life is still harmonious and harmonious.

On this day, the school's transcript arrived, with an average of 67 points in seven courses. The class teacher's letter was full of twists and turns, and there was a look of regret that the iron would not be strong. The implicit meaning of asking parents to educate them.

Zi Yang's mother was furious when she saw it (sometimes Zi Yang really hoped that her parents would be as illiterate as other villagers). The scolding was like the flooding of the Yellow River and the continuous water of the Yangtze River. Zi Yang's father didn't talk much, but calmly helped the next sentence, "I read the books into the dog's belly."
Chapter completed!