Chapter 68 1

In fact, Wu Zhenqing didn't go anywhere; he didn't have any economic and trade partners in Hong Kong at all.For three days, he actually fished in a reservoir.The whereabouts are secret, only Xiao Gao knows. Wang Xiaosong took a break from his busy schedule to visit his old mother, younger brother and younger sister who had been separated for more than ten years. On this day, Wang Xiaosong got up early in the morning, after washing up, he still took the Lincoln car of Xingbei Company, and quietly came to the residential area he had visited at night. Wang Xiaosong got off the car and looked up at the window of his house—the window was closed.There are several pots of very common flowers on the windowsill in the house.He saw the figure of his mother groping to the window, watering the flowers...

The old driver also got out of the car and said politely, "Mr. Miyamoto..." Wang Xiaosong looked up at his mother affectionately, as if he didn't hear her. The old driver said again: "Mr. Miyamoto, do you need me to wait here?" Wang Xiaosong said without turning his head: "Ah, no, no. Your company uses the car for a lot of business, so you should drive the car back..." The old driver asked, "Then, when will I pick you up?" Wang Xiaosong still looked up at the window: "You don't need to pick me up again. Master, in our own country, especially when we Chinese are with Chinese people, you can call me by my Chinese name. My name is Wang Xiaosong..."

The old driver was relieved: "It's weird to call us Chinese by a Japanese name. But some of us Chinese, especially in China, prefer to be regarded as foreigners by our compatriots. I have no choice but to call us Chinese by a Japanese name. Follow this trend...then I will call you Mr. Wang from now on..." Wang Xiaosong smiled, expressed his approval, and hurried to the courtyard.The old driver looked at his back and said to himself: "It's okay, I haven't forgotten that I'm Chinese..." Wang Xiaosong stood at the door of the unfamiliar house he had been away for many years, stood there for a long time, calmed down, and knocked on the door lightly...

The mother has always lived with her youngest son, Xiaosong's younger brother.Because he was blind, he seldom went out. Although my mother is blind, she loves flowers more in her heart than before.She groped to water the flowers every day, and felt happy when she touched the flower buds.The younger brothers and younger siblings wrapped some fake flowers and buds around the listless, half-dried flowers and plants of the old lady.Usually, no one would say anything, but when an old lady touched the fake flower bone and asked: "Is this flower very red?" The whole family nodded frequently and said: "Yes, it is very red...

Wang Xiaosong felt sour looking at those fake flowers.Looking around, the furniture is old and dated looking.He lifted the cloth towel on the sofa and took a look—the sofa was also old, and in some places, the sofa surface was torn and connected with threads.Only the square and round tables, which are used for eating and writing, are covered with smooth plastic panels.When the younger brother and younger siblings moved, they lied to the Queen Mother that they bought a new set of furniture, which was a famous brand.The old lady fumbled all day long, rubbing east and west, but she couldn't get enough.I really thought it was brand-name furniture.

But anyway, this is my home.There is a sense of home here that I have been familiar with since I was a child.Wang Xiaosong yawned in relief, and the mother who loved her son pushed him to sleep.Wang Xiaosong said: "Mom, I'm not tired. Let's chat for a while." Knowing the child is not like the mother, Mrs. Wang forced Wang Xiaosong to lie down: "Let's squint for a while, huh?" Wang Xiaosong took off his clothes and shoes and went to bed, and lay down comfortably. He had insomnia last night, but now, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Wang Xiaosong woke up after a sound sleep and found that his mother was not around, which was a bit strange.

While putting on his shoes, he shouted, "Mom, Mom..." He got up and went to another room, but he didn't see his mother either.At this time, there was a sound in the corridor—he hurriedly opened the door and stepped out, seeing his mother squatting at the corner of the next flight of stairs, helping her up with her hands, fumbling to pick up the buns that fell on the ground—and The small pot of the steamed stuffed bun has rolled to the first floor... Wang Xiaosong quickly helped his mother up: "Mom, did you fall?" The mother said: "Mom didn't fall, what about the basin..."

Wang Xiaosong ran downstairs to pick up the basin, then picked up the buns on the ground, held the basin in one hand, and helped his mother back into the house with the other. Wang Xiaosong complained to his mother: "Mom, you can't see, why are you still going shopping! What if you get hit by a car? What if you break it!" The mother sighed: "Oh, how dare I go out at ordinary times! I was afraid that you would wake up hungry, and the kid in the yard took me by the hand and took me to buy it... I didn't expect that it was almost at the door of the house, or I was not careful. I dropped the basin..."

Wang Xiaosong looked at the pot and found a problem: "Mom, then... how do you eat at noon every day?" The Queen Mother patted the ashes on her body: "The people in a small restaurant on the street know Mom well, and they also know our family. Usually they send their children here..." Wang Xiaosong wiped the dirt off his mother's trouser legs with a towel, and said, "Mom, let me take you out for dinner!" My mother said: "I don't go to any big restaurant to eat. No matter how high-end the place is, it will discredit my mother. The money spent by one person is enough to feed the whole family for a few days! That is not a place for us ordinary people to go..."

Wang Xiaosong smiled: "Mom, let's not go to any big restaurant, let's go to the stalls at the street corner to eat. Let's eat some wontons, tofu nao, and thousand-layer cakes, isn't it good..." Mother asked, "Do you really want to eat those?" Wang Xiaosong replied: "Mom, I really want to eat it. You forgot, when I was a child, I saw other people making mille-feuille cakes at home, and I was so greedy that I swallowed when I returned home..." The mother smiled: "Okay then, my mother and I will go..." Wang Xiaosong took his mother to the food street; the stalls making various snacks were next to each other.The male and female stall owners are all so enthusiastic, so good at soliciting customers, and the voice of soliciting is endless.

Wang Xiaosong helped his mother to sit down beside a bed that sold tofu nao. The stall owner came over enthusiastically: "This guest, would you like two bowls?" Wang Xiaosong: "No, let me have a bowl..." The stall owner was stunned: "One bowl? How can you eat two people in one bowl?" Wang Xiaosong: "Please divide into two bowls..." Puzzled, the stall owner divided a bowl of tofu nao into two bowls and placed them in front of the mother and son: "Is this your old lady?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Yes, it's my old mother..." Stall owner: "Do you want to put spicy peppers?" Wang Xiaosong handed the spoon into his mother's hand, then took his mother's other hand to let her touch the bowl, and asked, "Mom, I remember you could eat spicy food when you were young, can you still eat it now?" The old lady said: "Yes, why not!" Wang Xiaosong put a little chili pepper into his mother's bowl and his own. The stall owner looked at this scene and said puzzledly: "You two have a bowl, your appetite is too small!" Wang Xiaosong smiled: "My appetite is not small, and my old mother's appetite is not bad. We just save our stomachs and walk along the way, eating some wontons and layer cakes along the way..." The stall owner said: "The old lady has bad eyesight, I think you can just sit here and eat! I'll yell for you and send it over, wouldn't it be better..." Wang Xiaosong said: "Thank you so much..." The stall owner said: "You are welcome, I see that you are a person who respects the elderly. I am willing to serve my filial son!" After saying this, he yelled at the nearby stall: "Two bowls of wontons and two sheets of mille-feuille cakes! Wontons should be fresh, and puff pastry should be filled with more oil!..." After returning from the food street, Wang Xiaosong helped his mother to sit at home, then went downstairs, called a flower seller's three-wheel flatbed cart, and agreed on the price; then called the little boy and girl from the neighbor's house, plus I and the old flower seller moved all the dozen pots of flowers on the flat cart home in a short while. The balcony is full of flowers, and the windowsill is also full of flowers.Still holding a pot of flowers in his hand, Wang Xiaosong looked left and right, not knowing where to put it, and finally placed it on his mother's bedside table. The old flower seller proudly admired the room full of monstera, big-leaf green, calla lily, clivia, epiphyllum, rose, kumquat... Lao Wang said like a melon seller: "Look, I have a dozen potted flowers. How much color does this house of yours add! The old man has these flowers as companions, which are good for the eyes, so it’s no wonder they don’t live long!” Sitting on a chair, Wang Xiaosong's mother listened to the old man's words, and said regretfully, "No matter how beautiful the flowers are, for a blind old lady like me, they can only please the eyes, not the eyes!" The old flower seller comforted her: "Old man, the eyes belong to the seedlings of the heart. They can be pleasing to the heart. You can smell the fragrance of flowers all day long. It's not bad to think about the beauty of flowers blooming! This is your son's filial piety!" The old lady said: "That's true, the common people, filial piety, health and longevity are great blessings..." Wang Xiaosong took out twenty-five dollars to pay the old man, and took out a box of colored pens and a flat pocket semiconductor from his purse, and gave them to the girl and the boy respectively: "Thank you for helping uncle carry flowers just now. These two small The gift was brought back from Japan by my uncle. Although my uncle just met you today, when my uncle returned to China, he thought in his heart that there must be some good boys and girls in the neighbors..." He spoke with sincerity. The children accepted the small gifts and said in unison: "Thank you uncle." They turned around and ran out... For a while, only mother and son were left in the room... Wang Xiaosong helped his mother to the bedside table, and put his mother's hand on the pot of flowers: "Mom, touch it, this is a pot of kumquats..." Mother's withered hands caressed the oranges... Wang Xiaosong helped his mother to the balcony again: "Mom, you smell these potted flowers, don't they smell very fragrant?" Mother leaned over and smelled it: "Yes, it's very fragrant...Is this a pot of camellia?" Wang Xiaosong: "Mom, it's Camellia..." Mother: "Where are those pots, what kind of flowers are they?" Wang Xiaosong slowly introduced to his mother: "There is Clivia, there is Monstera, and there is a pot of hibiscus peony, which is in full bloom and is red..." Wang Xiaosong helped his mother into the house again: "I don't know what kind of flower this pot is, and it blooms clusters of small red flowers..." Mother groped and sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "How long can you stay?" Wang Xiaosong said, "A week at most..." He took the water bottle and watered the flowers... Hearing his mother's sobs, he turned around, looked at his mother, and put down the water bottle: "Mom, what's wrong with you?...you...why..." My mother wiped her tears and said, "Oh, it's because of my eyes! I've worked hard all my life, I've been looking forward to it all my life, and I finally hope that you will all grow up, but my mother... how much I want to see these things." Hua, I want to see you so much. If you come back with your wife and my eldest grandson some year, mom won't be able to see what they look like... Sometimes mom feels really aggrieved in her heart... ..." Wang Xiaosong couldn't help kneeling in front of his mother, clutching her mother's hand, and said, "Mom, don't be sad... When I come back next time, I will definitely bring back your daughter-in-law and your eldest grandson. I will definitely live there for a long time to make you happy." ..." Mother stroked Wang Xiaosong's head and face with the other hand, and after a while she asked, "Son, are you thinner than before?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Mom, I'm not thin..." Mother's tears dripped down onto Wang Xiaosong's hands... Wang Xiaosong took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears off his mother's face, then stood up and said softly, "Mom, I have to go..." The mother said in surprise: "Why, don't you wait for your brother and sister to get off work? Your nephew misses you. He keeps saying, 'When will my uncle come back from abroad?' They will be upset if you don't see them today. ..." Wang Xiaosong said: "Mom, I have official business. I still have some important things to do this afternoon..." Mother: "Then tell me where you are, your brother and his wife, so that I can take the children to see you..." Wang Xiaosong: "Mom, there's no need for that. I think I must be very busy these days. They went, maybe they missed it. Even if they saw me, maybe I was talking about business, and I didn't have time to talk to them, but instead made me They're making trouble, I'd better take the time to come home a few more times!" Mother said: "Then, I will explain it to them for you as you said." Wang Xiaosong picked up the bag: "Mom, I'm leaving...you sit still, I will close the door behind you..." Reluctantly, he walked to the door, stopped, turned and looked back at his mother... finally closed the door, and hurried downstairs. Wang Xiaosong had no choice but to say goodbye to his mother, no matter how reluctant he was.He decided to use these two or three days to "go privately in microservices" to quietly investigate the economic strength of Wu Zhenqing's Xingbei Company. After Wang Xiaosong left, the Queen Mother was still sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking the pot of kumquats.The withered hands were full of emotion, as if they were touching a child. The son came in a hurry and left in a hurry. She felt very lost... These are the ordinary, ordinary, unknown mothers living in China's land of 9.6 million square kilometers!In addition to their children, they have almost nothing in their lives.They once worked hard to raise a generation of their peers for the new China in poverty.Their best character, perhaps, is their stoicism to a life of poverty.They have nothing to rely on but their stoicism.These old mothers who are already old are China's Ashin.For their children, they are definitely ordinary and noble mothers. If they are written down one by one, they will be stories full of bitter warmth and persistent beliefs, right?