The year of flood

heavy rain. Heavy rain. Heavy rain. Torrential rain belt buckle in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, lasted for many days, there is no intention to go. I see my hometown Wu acupoint, which has always been at the core of the rainstorm belt-I know that my family is going to suffer a disaster this year. Pictures of martial arts holes have appeared in the CCTV news. As long as a small place like ours appears in the CCTV news, it is basically either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. Sure enough, Taibai Lake and Wushan Lake are flooded, and the first floor of the city is soaked in water. When I called home in the evening, my father answered the phone. he said that he had just returned from the lake, and the fields were all submerged, even the vegetable garden before and after the house, which meant that there was no harvest this year.

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my father is still as weak as ever. He lamented on the phone that he had no income today. I said it was all right with me. And my mother answered the phone in a very smooth tone. "it's all right." If I work with your master as a small worker, I can make money. " When I asked them what part-time jobs they did, their mother said, "I'll help you see Master Feng carry bricks." My father was diabetic and frail. When he moved bricks for a while, he turned pale. When his mother finished household chores, she came to replace him. "you can earn NT $100 a day!". I heard that my ears were burning-the shame of being a son, I couldn't let them have a good time at home, and they were so tired at such an age. Indeed, I can not get rid of this sense of shame, deep into the bone marrow, frequent attacks. When you buy a glass of juice when you get out of the subway, the humiliation will come: fifteen yuan a cup is enough for their daily expenses, isn't it?

all kinds of natural disasters have been seen more and more. In the 1998 flood, the fields were all soaked in water. My parents took me to hide in the mountains of Jiangxi opposite the Yangtze River. at that time, many fellow villagers who fled to Jiangxi to farm like my parents came to our mountain cottage to escape the flood. At the foot of the mountain, the crowd was in a panic, and everyone ran to the rice shop to exchange rice for fear of waterlogging and no food. The local people saw us and said, "your Wushu Street is full of water." In that year, the dam in Jiujiang was broken, flooded a lot of land, and many people died. And the land at home, needless to say, the crops that worked hard for half a year are dead. I don't know how my parents feel. Actually, I don't dare to think about it.

at that time, my mother had gallstones and tossed over and over in the cabin on the hill, and my father went back to his hometown to watch the flooding. I quietly picked up my hoe and went to the field. I hoed for a while and looked at the open hills. I thought I was scared. I'm afraid I can't read. I am often afraid of this kind of thing. I have a string in my head that will break at any time. In 1998, I was fourteen years old, in the second year of junior high school. I think it is possible that I will drop out of school after the flood. I'm going to work as an assembly line worker in a factory. It would be nice if it could be like that. I can't stop my guilt. I think I am the heavy burden on my parents. Now sometimes in front of Rest, I try to imagine the situation and mood of my parents at that time. Penniless, the family is broke, there are children to support, and the flood, there is no final support-is that a sense of despair?

but they have come over the years, and so have I. Although the flood this year is almost as big as it was in 1998, the situation is completely different. Although the family is still planting the land, the annual net income is actually only more than 10,000 yuan. I think I can afford the loss. The royalties for the newly published Candy in the Mountains, the fees for novels and essays I usually write, and my salary-I can afford the living expenses of my parents. I said to my mother, "I'll call home tens of thousands." The mother said, "if you have this heart, keep it for yourself." We have enough money now. " I said, "I really have enough to spend." Mother said, "We have enough to spend." When you really need money, I'll ask you for it. " I had to say yes.

when I was about to hang up, my mother said, "you still remember us all the time and know that you love us." I said that I watched the weather forecast every day, and my mother said, "Don't worry about us, you live your life well." We'll be fine. " I stressed it again, "if you need money, feel free to let me know." I just published my book. I have royalties. " She even said she knew. When I hung up the phone, I didn't worry much about it. After thinking about it, although my mother said that there was no need to transfer money for the time being, I still transferred a sum of money to my family's account. Once I wanted to use it, there was always a guarantee. Over the past few years, I have gradually developed a sense of certainty in life. What I experienced when I was a child gave me a sense of panic about survival, which gradually dissipated. I can live a good life, and I can make a good life for my parents. The flood is coming, afraid of you ghost!