The factory and mining area is a memory of many people in that era. I wonder how many children grew up in the factory and mining compound?

There are too many marks of the times in children's schools, factories, mines and hospitals.

The biggest feature of the factory and mining area is that people are basically familiar with each other. The previous generation lives and works here, and it is very likely that the next generation will continue to repeat the footsteps of the previous generation in this way.

Such personnel are almost very fixed, and they rarely recruit workers from outside, and only transfer them.

Therefore, it is very new to every time a stranger comes to the factory and mining area.

I remember that it was an afternoon, which was already a cold winter season. There was almost no snow in the winter in the south, but there was a cold drizzle like a fog. The weather seemed to be cold, but there was a kind of coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. The day they moved here seemed to be particularly cold.

I probably won’t pay attention to these things. In contrast, my mother is interested in these things that are both parents and the others.

But that day, I was the first to know, because that afternoon was just after school. As usual, I walked with Zhou Zheng and Chen Chong, but the courtyard in the factory and mining area was very large, and we didn’t live together. We were also separated at the most familiar three-way intersection as usual.

If you walk from this three-way intersection to my house, you have to pass through two alleys. However, if you don’t have time to get off work, there are adults who are in a hurry to go home, usually no one will leave.

I like walking in such an alley very much, not to save some effort to walk, but because I like the tranquility of this alley and the mottled moss between the walls. I always feel that there is a kind of ancient time, and I don’t know why I always like ancient things in particular.

That day, the same was true. I was walking in the alley, and I was walking on the water in the puddle alone. I also found it particularly interesting, but I didn't expect the sound of a car whistle behind me.

I am a person who lacks curiosity, but I wonder how a car could drive into this relatively remote alley. I naturally stood aside and saw a small truck that was not much bigger than a tractor driving into the alley!

It seemed like some old-looking house items were pulled in the carriage, and they drove past me with a "cracking" sound.

The wheels splashed water from the puddle, spilling half of my trouser legs. I felt like someone was sitting in the front of the car. It seemed like a pair of eyes were looking at me, but the speed of the car was not slow, so I quickly drove past me, and I didn't see clearly.

Has someone moved into a factory and mine compound? I suddenly had such an idea in my mind, but this kind of thing is generally not cared about by me, and I soon left it behind.

It was only during dinner that day that my mother couldn't help but talk about a new mother and daughter coming to the factory and mine courtyard, and I remembered this.

At that time, my father was holding the pot of meat in my bowl. These days, my thriving figure made him very happy. I always wished that I could eat as much as a pig every day before he was happy.

What he didn't say was that when I was 10 years old, in more than a year, as agreed, Old Man Yun would come to pick me up. He and my mother were reluctant to leave him. They always felt that eating more at home was the greatest comfort for them.

"I heard about this last month, but I didn't expect it to be assigned to our factory and mining area. I heard that." At this time, my mother was still talking with a gaze. I quietly stewed rice as usual. The fried pork that my mother cooked was very fragrant and the food I ate was also very fragrant.

But for some reason, I remembered that there were eyes looking at me in the car. I was always quiet and couldn't help but say, "I saw them moving in."

"Did you see?" Mom turned her head and looked at me. Dad quietly took a sip of wine, and another chopstick of fried pumpkin shredded in my bowl.

"Well, I saw it." I didn't say it in detail, nor did I explain that the muddy idea that my mother had been talking about on her pants for a long time came because of it. After all, there was no need to say more.

"That's Zhengling, you have to remember that they live in the same bungalow with our family. You are not allowed to bully their little daughter." Mom solemnly warned me.

My father was still not talking and rubbed my head! After a long time, he said in a muffled voice: "Listen to your mother."

Anyone who knows me basically knows that I am a child who doesn’t like to talk much, but I am a child who is so stupid, but who is too troublesome. In the northern adjective, it is "Yan'er Bad". And fighting is never vague. It is a thankful thing for me not to bully others with Chen Chong and Zhou Zheng.

But generally I still feel relieved of my mother's extremely solemn warning, although I never respond to anything.

But this time, I couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Because they are very pitiful, do you know? The next door is a little girl. She is only four years old and has no father. So, you are absolutely not allowed to bully others." Mom said to me seriously again.

"Why don't there be a dad?" For some reason, I always remembered that I seemed to be looking at my eyes in the car. The first time I didn't respond dullly, but asked.

I was so 'supported', so my mother naturally became interested. She began to wave her chopsticks and said to me and my dad in an exaggerated way: "It's really pitiful. Their family was originally very good. Her mother was a family member and did some odd jobs in the mining area before. Her father worked in the mine, and his family's life was not as good as the best. But once, an accident occurred in the mine. Her father was seriously injured in order to save a young man in a team and did not rescue him. Just "

Mom sighed very much. Dad took a bite of the food, took another sip of wine, and asked, "Is this a hero? What is their attitude in the mine?"

"The compensation must be given, but how much is it (the compensation was not much in that era)? And it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. The leader of the mine decided to recruit her mother into a formal worker, and he felt sorry for their children that were so young, right? But how can a woman work in the mine? Think about our logistics factory and mining area, the benefits are pretty good, so she just helped people to the end and was transferred here. It's also pitiful. Although the work has been solved, it's not easy for such a woman to carry such a young daughter." Mom's sympathy has always been rich, and she said, and then pointed my head again.

I warned me again: "If I see you bullying that little girl, I can beat your butt into eight pieces!"

While speaking, my father also knocked on my head with chopsticks and joined the ranks of formal warnings: "That's right, Ye Zhengling, I want me to see it, I have to beat your butt into 16 petals!"

This is doubled directly.

I was very depressed. I had no good feelings for the little girl I had never seen before. I had never seen the face before. Just because of her, my mother ticked my head and my dad knocked me! My butt was inexplicably unable to maintain its complete shape. Can I have a good feeling?

But this matter is ultimately a small episode in my life. As time goes by, I have long been left behind.

I have endless things to deal with when I go to school every day, such as going to catch fish today, and making an appointment to fight and take the exam tomorrow. I am full of troubles and "socialization". I feel so tired as a child. How could my heart be a little girl I have never met before?

Moreover, the mother and daughter also have no sense of existence. Although they live in the same row of houses, they have no major contact with their neighbors.

I have seen that mother many times. She is actually very beautiful, more beautiful than my mother, but I dare not tell my mother that she would call me a 'traitor'. If I had known it, it would be better to have a daughter intimately.

But such a beautiful woman who has even been recognized by children's aesthetics, she looks haggard at any time, looking like she is coming and going in the wind and rain, and she feels very busy, even on weekends.

My mother said she wanted to make more money for her daughter while she was young, and she applied for various odd jobs on weekends, and even cleaned the cleaning work of a large factory.

In this way, there is naturally no time to interact with neighbors.

But everyone around her had a good impression of her and felt that she was a dedicated and strong woman.

With such a busy mother, my daughter naturally receives very little care. I often see their doors closed, and I have never seen that daughter come out many times. But occasionally, I will see a small figure wearing a big coat that is obviously not suitable for her figure, squatting alone under a tree or in front of a bunch of wild flowers, playing very attentively, and talking to myself. God knows if there is something wrong with it.

Anyway, it's too far away, and I can't see clearly what she looks like? Actually, I don't want to say that, but I always remember the supper. I was warned for no reason and got hit twice. In short, I was unhappy.

Time faded away in these seemingly uninterrupted days. The cold winter was accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, and gradually faded away.

During the lively Spring Festival, the mother and daughter also had a very quiet life. I went back to my mother's hometown with my parents. When I came back, my mother brought them something, but I didn't care.

After the Spring Festival, I will be officially 9 years old.

This year, my parents became a little strange. My mother often hugged me for a long time, and sometimes she would secretly wipe her tears.

But my father became particularly strict with me. At a young age, he even blamed me for every word and deed, and asked me to understand many great principles and even become impatient about it.

Sometimes when his mother talks about him, he will answer with an anxious temper: "If you don't educate me, I will not have the opportunity to educate my son! If you can't raise a godfather, when he comes back at the age of 15, his personality will basically take shape. How can I teach him?"

Whenever this happens, my mother will stop talking, walk over and hold my dad's hand and become sad, and I feel confused. When I come back, where am I going?

I wondered, but my emotions would be affected by such a family atmosphere. My sad mother made me feel the pressure, and my suddenly became harsh father made me and him have a bad relationship that year.

I don't speak, and I don't have any specialties when I always fuck him, but I'm naughty, I'm afraid Chen Chong and Zhou Zheng wouldn't dare to say first.

So, I always get beaten! My father is also anxious, but many times in the middle of the night, I feel that he will come to my bed and sit and smoke. I pretend to be asleep and ignore him, but I will silently decide to forgive him in my heart, and I will not be naughty.

But soon, the old ways will reappear. With the anxiety of the whole family, spring will soon be over.

The boring and hot summer ushered in. In this home, everyone's emotions became more intense like a barrel of gunpowder being ignited!

It was also in such a summer that she and I finally had their first intersection!

It seems that the wind in memory finally blows the memory to this page. It is like the river of destiny flowing in life, and finally collides with two drops of water.

"Xinyi." As I kept falling into endless darkness, I was silently chanting this name in my heart.
Chapter completed!