Technology God meets product Xiaobai

The Mercedes-Benz S300 stopped in front of a three-story villa, Gu Wei turned his head and asked Jiang Lebai: "Xiaobai, would you like to come in and sit down, let me buy you a cup of tea."

Jiang Lebai shook his head and said: "Brother Wei, forget it, I don't bother you anymore, I was supposed to treat you to dinner, but in the end you paid the bill." He shrugged off, with a look of embarrassment.

"Then sit in the car for a while, and I'll get down right away."

"En", Jiang Lebai nodded obediently.

After a while, Gu Wei came out with a thick book. He handed the book to Jiang Lebai, got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and asked him, "Where do you live?"

Jiang Lebai finally came to his senses, and quickly said, "Don't worry about it, I'll just go back by myself, and the place I live is not too far from here."

He really didn't want to trouble Director Gu, but in the end he couldn't hold him back, so he had to let him send him to the gate of the community.

Saying goodbye to Gu Wei, he went upstairs alone, opened the thick anti-theft door, and inside the door was a corridor separated by white walls. There were 5 doors in the room. The small rental house is the place where he just graduated.

He was a little disappointed, lying on the bed, thinking of the detached villa where Ding Shenghe and Gu Wei lived, and the luxury car driven by the director, even if he didn't know much about cars, he could still recognize the three-pointed star logo.

Of the two of them, one is 35 years old, but Director Gu looks young and handsome, with an extraordinary bearing; the other looks only in his 20s, not much older than himself, but he also has his own home.

He was really envious, but after all, it was someone else's life.

Looking back on his own life, he experienced some pains and hardships when he was young, but for the most part he still seemed ordinary.

Although his memory of his father is so thin and he quickly read it, those details are still vivid in his memory, as if they happened yesterday.

In a small village in the south of the Yangtze River amidst misty rain, time flows quietly...

In the small river of time, he sat on his father's shoulders, was lifted up by his father, watched the actors in the stands lightly dancing their sleeves, singing a melodious Beijing opera, and performing a scene of sorrow and joy; he touched his father's fine beard with one hand. Stubble, waving one hand indiscriminately; his small hand is wrapped in his father's somewhat rough hand, and his small steps are chasing the pace of his tall father deliberately slowing down, happily going to the market to buy snacks; he is thrown into the crystal clear river by his father , Choked a mouthful of water, splashed a large splash, swung his arms, was picked up again, and savagely learned how to swim like a dog.

One day my father carried his electrician's bag and went to the entrance of the village to repair the cables. A few creases appeared on the tanned face of the stout man.

The gentle light shone on the man, like a gentle oil painting of Jiangnan water town, beautiful and unreal.

Later, when his good father couldn't come, what came back was a lifeless torso.

His eyes were covered by his mother's warm palm, and he didn't cry. He didn't shed a single tear until his father was cremated and buried.

Some people said he was cold, but his mother defended him and said, "Le Bai is still young, he still doesn't understand."

But he understood, he understood everything, he knew that his father would never come back, but he was stunned, unable to believe it.

How can a living person who is so good, a person of flesh and blood, who can cry and laugh, and who has watched him grow up little by little, say that he is gone.

From now on, in his life, there is one person who loves him the most in the world, he will never see his father's simple and sincere smile, and he will never be able to call him "father", he can only look at the cold photo portrait and secretly mourn .

He thought he would never cry again, but that night, he hid alone under the quilt, holding his father's photo, crying twitching and choking, crying heartbroken, crying uncontrollably, the tears that leaked from the sheets and blankets Wet and submerged.

He is thin and stubborn, and he doesn't show his fragility and sadness in front of others.

He realized it later, and only dared to hide in a place where no one was around to vent secretly.

He shouted in his heart: Father, I miss you, come back, I have never told you that I love you.

But he couldn't do anything, that year, when he was eight years old, his father was electrocuted and died.

Regarding his father's memories, he couldn't tell which ones he personally remembered and which ones his mother told him, but what he thought and felt, every detail, penetrated deeply into the bone marrow.

Later, my mother often suffered from illnesses and often suffered from some big and small diseases, but the mother still gritted her teeth and pulled him into adulthood.

He was sensible, well-behaved and obedient since he was a child, motivated in his studies, with excellent grades, successfully admitted to Z University, entered K Chuang, and became an ordinary employee.

In the vast world, Jiang Lebai and his mother depend on each other for life and rely on each other, walking slowly towards the 24-year-old him, and slowly walking towards the future with no ending.

He should be content, he has a mother who loves him as much as his father, a mother who has a gentle personality, understands him, and gives him freedom.

The wealth and splendor in the world can't be worth a thin life, nor can it be worth a lot of family love.No matter how poor life is, he will always have a chance to make money. If he loses his cuteness, he will be like a walking dead.

Memories recede like the tide, leaving light tears on the corners of the eyes and cheeks.

He sent a text message to his mother: Mom, I will go home tomorrow.

Jiang Lebai turned his back and buried his face in the soft milky white pillow.

Perhaps the memory was too heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep.

On Sunday morning, Jiang Lebai sat on the window seat of the bus, watching the shadows of houses and trees sweeping back, all the way south, back to the small village in the south of the Yangtze River where he grew up.

This is a remote village in Hangzhou, about two hours' drive from the city.

He got out of the car, stepped on the wet country dirt road, and pushed open the wooden door that had been damaged by wind and rain.

"Mom, I'm back—" he called, stepping over the threshold, picking up a gust of wind.

The door opened, and a haggard-looking woman rushed out to greet her. While shaking off the water from her hand, she called out, "Le Bai——" with unconcealable joy in her eyes.

Jiang Lebai's mother's name was Zhang Yun, and she was a well-known pretty girl in the village when she was young. Zhang Yun didn't have any education, and had been working in the village's textile factory since he graduated from middle school.Jiang Wu, a young man from the same village, happily married this girl who had never been out of the village with a black and white TV set as a bride price.Later, she gave birth to Le Bai, took care of her husband and raised her son, and began a happy life as a family of three. Later...she suffered an accident, and her health gradually deteriorated.

Jiang Lebai cared about his mother, and thought of "my parents are here, so I won't travel far." He went to the nearest university in this city and found a job in this city, in order to be able to go home and visit her often.

Zhang Yun was washing vegetables at home. She received a text message from her son yesterday evening, and went to the vegetable market early this morning to buy a bunch of her son's favorite vegetables.There is not much she can give him, and this is the best way to express her love.

"You've lost weight." Zhang Yun dragged Jiang Lebai into the room, looking at his thin and fair baby son with distressed expression.

"No, why can't I see it." Jiang Lebai stuck out his tongue.

"Sit in the house and watch TV first, I'm going to wash the vegetables." Zhang Yun said and entered the kitchen

"Mom, let me help you." Jiang Lebai walked in, moved a small bench, and sat opposite Zhang Yun.

"No, I'll finish it right away." She said, starting to wash the beans.

There were several plastic pots on the ground, one with pickled silver carp, and the other with freshly bought pork ribs.

Jiang Lebai couldn't intervene, so he stayed with his mother.

Zhang Yun asked: "The first week of work, how do you feel, are you tired?"

Jiang Lebai shook his head and said, "I'm not tired."

Zhang Yun asked again: "Then what do you usually eat?"

"The company has a cafeteria. I go to the cafeteria to eat. There are many kinds of dishes. The staple food includes rice and noodles. Mom, don't worry, I have a good life outside." Jiang Lebai fixed his eyes on the rough back of his mother's hand , These are a pair of hands that don't look like a woman.For a moment, he felt his nose sour, and he fell silent.If I can afford to buy a house in the urban area, I must take my mother over so that she no longer has to do the hard work herself.

"Sounds pretty good. You should take care of your health and take care of yourself when you are outside alone..." Zhang Yunru started nagging as usual.

In the past, Jiang Lebai would feel that his mother was worrying too much, and he is not a child, so he can take care of himself, but now, he just feels touched.

After Zhang Yun washed the beans, he picked up the silver carp basin and got up to start the stove. The rapeseed oil was put into the pot. With a sizzling sound, garlic, ginger slices, and peppercorns fell one after another, and the spatula slid across the iron pot.A burst of oily smoke and steam rose from the kitchen, and the range hood whirred.

Jiang Lebai also stood up and looked at her quietly, the familiar busy back overlapped with countless memories, but it was not the same as before, the back was a little hunched, and the figure became thinner.

After all, in the blink of an eye, my mother changed from a young girl to a middle-aged village woman, and my mother is 44 years old this year.

Zhang Yun was busy, and Jiang Lebai stuffed the 1000 yuan that he had withdrawn from the bank this morning under her pillow.

At noon, the two of them sat around the dining table, and on the table were Jiang Lebai's favorite dishes of braised fish, minced meat and long beans, and sweet and sour pork ribs.The dishes cooked by my mother were very fragrant and delicious, and they still had a familiar taste. They chatted about homework and spent this rare time together.

But he always had to leave. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the last bus back to the city would pass by the entrance of the village.

After the two had lunch, Jiang Lebai drove Zhang Yun to the bedroom to rest, and went to clean up the dishes and clean up the mess. Afterwards, Jiang Lebai sat by the bed and watched the old mother who was sitting cross-legged on the bed embroider flowers. Chatting with each other.

In the past, although Jiang Lebai was close to his mother, he would not gossip with her so much, and more often kept his thoughts in his heart, but now, he suddenly felt that he would tell some novel and interesting things he encountered to others. When his mother heard it, it wasn't as embarrassing as he thought.

The 20-year age gap between son and mother may have quietly disintegrated in a slight change in Jiang Lebai's mentality one day.

He glanced at the wall clock which was already three forty, got up and said to his mother, "Mom, I have to wait for the bus."

After hearing this, Zhang Yun put down his sewing, took off his presbyopia, and got up to get out of bed.

Jiang Lebai stopped her and said: "Mom, you can stay at home, you don't need to see me off, the sun is not too small outside, it's too hot, I will send you a text message to tell you when I get in the car."

But how can a child stop a mother from seeing him off?

Zhang Yun still sent him to the waiting place at the entrance of the village and watched him get into the car.

Seeing the bus drive away, it disappeared from sight.Zhang Yun's eyes dimmed.

The phone rang, and her rough fingertips pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, and it was a text message from Jiang Lebai, which said: Mom, I left some money under the pillow, you have to take care of yourself.

Falling flowers into the water, ripples.

Jiang Lebai in the car put away his phone and looked out the window.

In the past ten years, the world outside the village has been turned upside down, but this small village is as dilapidated and peaceful as ever.