Chapter 43 Chapter 42: The Train to Winter

The train has been running smoothly all the time, and listening to the sound of the railroad tracks, lying on the bed and daydreaming was very pleasant, but the children on the lower berth made Luo Zhi very annoyed.He's been spitting on the ground, kicking people's shoes all over the place, and yelling things aliens understand while others are sleeping. Luo Zhi suddenly remembered that when she was waiting for the physical education exam in the stands of the gymnasium in high school, all the girls in the class sat around chatting, saying that it was chatting, but in fact, four or five people were leading the way, and the others were just flattering the venue.At that time, Ye Zhanyan frowned after enthusiastically expressing her love for the baby and said, I hate children after the age of six or seven the most—when I have a child, I will strangle him to death as soon as he is four years old.Everyone laughed and said be careful that your family Sheng Huainan strangled you as soon as you strangled the child.

Luo Zhi admits that although sometimes she secretly laughs at her extremism and childishness, she has to admit that listening to her talk is very enjoyable, and it makes people feel an unconscious sense of intimacy. It's not uncomfortable that the treacherous thoughts that secretly flashed in my heart came out through other people's mouths and had nothing to do with me. The child seriously spat on the carpet again, and at the end, imitating the tone of the protagonist of the soap opera on TV, he said, fortunately, I left my own traces. In the end, I specially emphasized and prolonged those two words.

Where is it? Luo Zhi laughed until her stomach ached, her face flushed but she didn't dare to make a sound. Children and puppies are the same, leaving their marks wherever they go. After thinking about it, who is not like this?The desire to be affirmed by others is also to engrave your own traces in the lives of others.Being ignored and forgotten is embarrassing and disappointing, and sometimes I want to prove my existence in such a boring way like this child. It was getting late, the setting sun lazily shone into the car, and it was almost home. In fact, she is not very homesick.Her age is still far away from true homesickness. Although she is young and mature, her nostalgia and melancholy for her past life still carry a youthful flamboyance, but she just wants to put on a deep look.

She still longs for the distance, and does not know how to miss deeply. She was homesick, just like a child attached to her mother.His father's face had long been blurred. Luo Zhi got out of bed, sat on the chair by the aisle, and sat facing the direction opposite to the train, so that it seemed that the train was desperately chasing after its lost time.The plain to the north of Beijing is barren, and occasionally you can see a protruding tree, a lonely tree. Such a quiet moment, the train shuttles between the present and the future, between Beijing and hometown, such a space in the middle makes her feel that she has escaped all her memories for the first time. Thinking about other things that have nothing to do with what is happening, the current daze is the real daze, no memory, no vision, no speculation, no emotion even, the head is empty.

She suddenly wanted to be rebellious and no longer be responsible for the rest of her mother's life, and she didn't want to remember the so-called grievances of the previous generation, like an idiot with no responsibility, no pride, no dignity, let this train derail and explode in the wasteland, The flames completely engulfed her and burned her completely, or drove her forever, drove out of China, crossed Siberia, rushed into the Arctic Ocean, and was completely buried and frozen under the glacier. The train braked suddenly, and the carriage shook violently. She looked up at the distant sky in surprise.

Then it returned to normal speed, and everything was quiet, except for the rattling sound of the wheels passing over the joints of the rails. Junior high school physics, there is no mileage sign outside the window, only a stopwatch in hand, how to estimate the speed of the train?The mystery lies in the rattling sound, right? She saw the noisy child finally fall asleep. When I got out of the car, I saw my mother standing in the cold wind holding a scarf.She dropped the suitcase and ran over to hug her mother who was dressed like a big bear.Her mother's smile was fleeting, and immediately changed into an angry frown—"Lolo, I told you how many times you've been in such a mess at the train station, how could you just throw the suitcase where it was? You thought you were away for years, give it back to me What a hug..."

Luo Zhi smiled cheekily, walked over with her mother to pick up the suitcase, and walked across the square to take the bus. There is some blackened residual snow on the ground in my hometown, unlike the snow-covered appearance in Beijing just now, and the wind is much harsher. When I got home, the house was not as warm as I had imagined. "The heating is not working well this year. It will be much better next year when household heating is started, don't worry," her mother said, "I bought an electric heater, and I will turn it on now." My own small room still hasn't changed much, and my mother cleaned it clean.Luo Zhi’s room has no gender characteristics, there are no dolls on the bed, the tables and chairs are all white, and the bed sheets are blue and gray stripes. The only color may be the large slam dunk poster on the wall, but it is the Lingnan team, not the Xiangbei team. The clothes are also of a dull color. After all, I bought them when I was in elementary school, and it has been many years.She seldom bought such things. At that time, girls liked to huddle in the small shop in small groups for a long time, shopping for all kinds of beautiful automatic pencils, ballpoint pens, fountain pens, erasers, colored paper strips stacked with lucky stars, or soft bags. tubes, square colored paper stacked with thousands of origami cranes, or large posters of celebrities... She had never bought one before, so after buying it from a small stall that day, she rolled it into a paper tube and put it quietly on the table for fear of being scolded by her mother, but the second day When I woke up one morning, I found that my mother had posted it on the wall.

Although it is slightly dark yellow after so many years, there is no curling or damage. Mom pushed the warm air over and said, "Your room is small, and it will be warmed up soon. I will unpack the suitcase later, and sit here to keep warm." She sat beside her mother on the edge of the bed, holding hands and laughing. "Is it cold in Beijing?" "It's far worse than the temperature at our house." "Yes, the temperature here has cooled down in the past two days, and the wind hits our faces like knives. When we get off work, we all shrink our necks and hide our faces in scarves. How is the heating in the dormitory?"

"It's pretty good. The dormitory room is also small and quite warm. But I told you on the phone two days ago..." "Can't I ask again?!" "Okay, okay." Luo Zhi stuck out her tongue and smiled. After laughing, they suddenly stopped talking.Luo Zhi raised her eyes to look at the thick window panes. "Don't rush to go so early tomorrow morning. On the 15th anniversary, people from grandma's family should also go. They should be rushing to the crematorium early in the morning to get the urn out. Let's get there at 11 o'clock, just to avoid it. It's embarrassing to meet you."

Luo Zhi suddenly remembered her little aunt's anti-thief expression, and gave a wry smile. "Okay. If you take a car from our house, just leave at half past nine." "No. I met Lao Chen, the driver of the abrasive tool factory in the cafeteria. He said that the company's car will not be used tomorrow, and it's very cold. Let him take us there." "Also." "Then I'll get you hot food." "Yep." Luo Zhi was staring at the electric grid with the heater glowing red all by herself, her feet were numb from the cold just now, but now she was relieved after getting closer to the heater, feeling itchy and painful.

Get the urn out of the crematorium, make the offerings, and burn the paper, all of which must be completed before noon, just like the funeral.So every morning the crematorium is overcrowded.She and her mother used to visit her father one day in advance, but this time, they had to avoid it. Although my grandma has passed away, I will never point to my mother and say "Kefuxiang" again. When I returned home after dinner, I found a text message on my phone. "Will you have dinner on Christmas Eve?" It was Zhang Mingrui. "I'm home." Luo Zhi replied. "Go home? Is...go home?" "Nonsense. There is something at home, I have to go back, sorry, Merry Christmas-" "That's it... Merry Christmas! It happens to be able to take care of you after you go home." Every time Luo Zhi thinks of Zhang Mingrui, she feels very relaxed and warm, just like Luoyang. The phone soon vibrated again, this time it was Luoyang. "I heard from my fourth aunt that you are home?" "Yeah, I'm at home now." "It's good to be home. Envious." Luo Zhi was stunned for a moment, what was she envious of? Envious of her going home to visit her father's grave? She smiled and replied, "Sister-in-law will be happy if you can still take care of your family like this when you get married." She just sent it successfully, and a text message came in at the same time. "Working overtime in the company is exhausting, it's better to be a student, anyway, I envy you to death." Luo Zhi knew that Luo Yang must have realized her slip of the tongue, and hastily changed the subject to explain it indiscriminately. Luo Yang will always appear when and where Luo Zhi needs it most, even if all she is given is meaningless "don't be sad, think about it" and other cheap comforts, and often says the wrong things to help her, but Luo Zhi ignores other people's concern, But Luo Anran accepted everything he said.Maybe because the family is different.No matter how many holes she has, she will never feel ashamed and ashamed in front of her family.