uncommitted man

When I called Xiao Zhou to report that I was safe, I wasn’t sure if he was trying to give me a brain teaser or to make sure I was his authentic master himself. When he heard me tell him that he was fine, don’t worry Here comes the sentence. "Master, what is my full name?"

"Ah?" I couldn't keep up with his rhythm and said, "Zhou Cheng, what's the matter?"

He suddenly let out a long breath and said, "It's nothing, I'm just worried that Master, you don't even know my name."

I immediately hung a row of black lines on my forehead and said, "I'm not so confused. I was taken aback. I thought someone used my number to lend you money."

He said sullenly on the other end of the phone: "That's not true."

I said, "It's lucky that I didn't!" Based on what I know about Xiao Zhou, he is the one who is likely to fall into this kind of trick.

After finalizing the date of returning to the city with Xiao Zhou, I took out my full armor at home, and prepared to go out and take a car to an unnamed mountain seven or eight miles away from my home.Because I was afraid that my mother would be worried, when she asked me where I was going, I told her that I was going to the town.Her old man never objected to my hobby.Instead, he told me to keep my phone with me at all times, as if I was afraid that I would drop it.

"Don't worry!" I waved to her and went out the door.

Our town is actually an ancient town. Although it is not a popular scenic spot, strangers from other places who do not know come to visit it at any time, because during the Anti-Japanese War, there were very important people.I stood in front of the old wooden doors and took pictures, imagining which characters passed by here many years ago, and was witnessed by these mottled wooden doors.

Under a wisteria tree in full bloom, I saw an old man with all white hair sitting in a wheelchair, smiling and stroking a newborn baby in the stroller with a pair of weak and trembling hands engraved with the vicissitudes of the world. As a child, I recorded this eternal scene with my camera.Probably because the clicking sound was too loud, the old man and the woman in her thirties standing aside who looked like a baby's mother looked at me.

I apologized to them and said, seeing this scene was so warm that I couldn't resist taking pictures.The old man raised his benevolent smiling face, stretched out his hand and nodded tremblingly at me.

The woman explained to me that the old man wanted to see the photo just now, so I quickly squatted beside the old man and pulled out the photo for her to see.

Because the old man's teeth had fallen out, his mouth looked abnormally collapsed, and he spoke some words that I couldn't understand.

The woman half-bent and pointed at the person in the photo and said to the old man, "Grandma, this is you, do you look pretty?"

The old grandma suddenly opened her hands and exclaimed twice happily.

I looked at the baby in the car, and suddenly felt that the old man sitting here was actually just like the little baby next to him at this moment?

The young woman on the side continued to point to the old man patiently and said, "This is Nannan, grandma and little Nannan."

Later, according to my inquiry, the grandmother was already [-] years old. At the request of the young woman, I took some additional photos of the three of them.

Under a wisteria tree, several generations of happy people.But now thinking of my mother, another heart-piercing pain came.

Before I left, I said to the young woman, "When I have simply edited the photos and sent them to you." The woman seemed very excited, and she happily took the camera from me, asking me to take the photo with my grandmother and me. The little baby took a picture and said, "I guess grandma will be very happy."

I readily accept, maybe this is fate.

I don't have a grandma, but I still imagine that this is my grandma, leaning against her again, and she touches my head with those wrinkled hands. I can even feel the unstoppable tension of the old man's hands trembling.Reflexively, I compared myself to the lowest scissorhands, looking at the camera and smiling happily.

When I arrived at the bottom of the unnamed mountain by car, it was already 11:30 noon. I searched for my childhood memory and went down from a side slope. There is a terrain under the other side of the mountain. Especially dangerous.It looks like a broken cliff. In fact, it may only be as high as 20-storey buildings. It’s just that the cliff is very strange, and there are no grasses and plants all the year round. My main purpose today is to find an angle to elongate its height and create a A sense of desolation in the abyss.

By the time I was satisfied with taking this group of photos, I climbed onto the flat ground, and it had been more than three hours. When I opened the mineral water I bought earlier and was about to eat a few bites with dry bread, I heard a burst of phone calls from my pocket. There was a burst of vibration, and I turned on the phone to see that there were six missed calls, one from my mother, five... I really want Cao Cao to arrive.

"Hi" I was about to ask him 'Is it there? 'when.

The other party scolded me and said, "Brother, you are so dishonest that you don't answer my calls or texts, are you...?"

"I really didn't mean it, the information here is not good..."

"Why is there bad information there?"

I briefly told him my geographical location, but he paused on the other end of the phone for a while, not sure if he listened, and suddenly he said to me: "Go home quickly, it's too dangerous to go alone."

"Not at all, I have a sense of proportion." Putting all my equipment on my shoulders again, I walked back on the way.

He said, "Have you returned yet?"

"Of course!"

"Yes, don't be too aggressive."

The tone of the other party at this time was considered to have eased, and I asked him: "Aren't you tired of following up on the phone all the way after walking for a while?"

He said: "Yes, not only will I follow up with the phone every day, you also have to consciously report your daily schedule to me, so that I can know your movements."

I took a long breath and said, "It looks like I'm tired!"

"I'm afraid, I don't know when you are in any danger!"

"..." I held the mineral water bottle to my mouth for a long time, thinking, it's really foul to say that.

Suddenly, he asked again: "Have you really not set a date to come back?"

I complained in my heart whether he had talked with Xiao Zhou on the phone, but I was very sure that they had not contacted in private, so I said depressedly: "It's fixed, Thursday."

"This week? Next week?"

"this week"

"Isn't it tomorrow?" He said frantically, "Then you are still so anxious to send me away."

I laughed a couple of times guilty: "It's not going to be a bang."

He didn't continue talking about this matter and said: "Then I know, you must remember what I said."

He ended it perfectly with this sentence.

On the bus back home, I called my mother back, with the same concern but different tone.Make my heart jump for joy.

When I was about to go back to the city, my mother refused to come with me. She held up the camera as usual, and I took another photo with my mother. My mother held the camera screen and looked at her face with a smile on her face. He sighed and said to me: "I used to feel that time passed so long, but now that you are growing up, I feel that time is not forgiving."

I held Mom in my arms so my chin was light enough to rest on top of her head.Shaking my head lightly, I said, "Call me if you miss me, and call me if you don't."

Every time I leave, my mother is reluctant, and I am reluctant, but I am afraid of making her cry, so I always have to keep my reluctance in my heart and walk away pretending to be happy.In fact, I want to say, Mom, you just agree to come with me!