After my parents came, I became the happiest person.

During the epidemic, everything was not easy, especially for my wife and me. At the height of the epidemic, Bao Xiao was born. My wife and I experienced the joy of being parents for the first time, but at the same time we were frightened by the epidemic. Although my mother-in-law is in front, we are still seriously understaffed.

My parents are far away from home. My wife planned to come and take care of her one month before giving birth, because the epidemic was blocked at home. Seeing that my escort leave is about to run out, my mother-in-law is going back to work, and my wife and children are facing the dilemma of no one to take care of them. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Fortunately, the epidemic gradually eased during that time. After consulting the community, I arranged for my parents to come over.

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I booked a train ticket for my parents and called them. I repeatedly told them to wear a mask and not to bring too much along the way. It is inconvenient to travel during the epidemic, so just bring some clothes and food on the way. Mother and father agreed happily.

On the day of picking up the plane, I arrived at the railway station half an hour early. Because of the epidemic, there were not many people picking up the station, and the whole waiting hall seemed deserted. I leaned against the corner opposite the exit, and the whole exit clearly appeared in my sight. After waiting for more than half an hour, the number of people gradually increased and "masks" poured in from the station.

Most people who leave the station look dignified, without the cynicism of the past, and their eyes are generally full of nervousness under the long journey and the epidemic.

My eyes wandered in the crowd, and I soon caught my parents.

My father is thinner than a year ago. His thin body is like a crumpled old newspaper. There is no trace of black in his white hair. Years have completely eroded him into an old man.

He carried his back slightly, with a big blue travel bag on it. The bag was bulging and raised a hill backwards, oppressing my father, who struggled to move forward slowly.

Her mother is pushing a brown suitcase with a black small backpack on her shoulder. The suitcase is almost equal to her mother's upper waist, making her shorter. Her light brown hair is much thinner than a year ago, which makes her look old and lifeless.

My mother's eyes turned to my side, and her eyes were filled with joy at once. She patted her father's arm excitedly, and his father looked at me with his mother's eyes.

I waved to them, and the moment my eyes met, my heart, which had been hanging, finally fell to the ground.

The station requires passengers to scan the code before they can pass. Parents are unfamiliar with mobile phones, and the step of scanning codes can't pass. Because of their delay, there was a long line at the back, and some people began to complain loudly.

Father looked sad, just like a child who did something wrong, standing there at a loss. Fortunately, my mother didn't panic too much. She dragged her father's skirts aside, and when everyone passed, she went back to her original place to continue playing with her mobile phone to scan the code.

I am anxious to death not far away, but I can't get close to my body. I can only watch them helpless.

After some tossing, the two finally passed the exit smoothly.

I moved quickly and reached for the big blue bag on my father's back. This blue bag was particularly dazzling and annoying from the moment I saw it. I wanted to be separated from my father for the first time, but my father abruptly turned it back.

"It's not heavy, I can carry it, don't worry." Father waved and was as stubborn as ever.

"I've been sitting in the car for two days. Have a rest and let me sit." I reached out to unload the bag on my father's back again, almost begging.

When my father saw that I was going to grab my bag again, he stepped forward and left me behind. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I can't do anything about this stubborn old man, so I have to take the suitcase from my mother again. It's a good thing my mother didn't "resist"

It was already ten o'clock at night when I got home. My parents had a simple meal and my wife made the bed. I told my mother to go to bed early. My mother was worried about the damage in the bag and insisted on packing it first. I couldn't beat her, so my wife and I had to accompany them to clean up.

As soon as I opened my backpack and box, the contents rolled out. Sesame cakes, peanuts, melon seeds, tea, dried vegetables, red beans, earth eggs-mother almost moved the whole family.

"Reverend mother, didn't I tell you not to take so many things? The road is so heavy! " I complained.

"Didn't bring much, there are many not installed. I always wanted to eat the sesame seed cake last year, and this time I brought it to you when the weather was cold and the road was bad. Those bags of red beans are for your daughter-in-law's soup, and there are earth eggs to make up for her. " Mother knows everything in the bag, and everything in her eyes shoulders a great mission.

The earth eggs alone weigh more than ten kilograms, and the two bags of red beans are heavy things. This big bag has to weigh nearly thirty or forty kilograms. My father has to carry it all the way when he gets on and off the bus. I can't imagine how painful it will be to press on him.

Busy for more than half an hour, I finally arranged things properly. The exhausted parents yawned and went back to the house to rest.

It was late at night, but I was tossing and turning in bed. My heart hurts like a needle at the thought that my parents are not far from Wan Li, risking the epidemic to take care of their children. I suddenly despised my selfishness and ruthlessness. The two old people have worked hard all their lives, and they will continue to work at this age. I didn't feel guilty before, and after they came, I was bent on reducing a lot of burdens. How ironic and despicable this is now. If they are unfortunately ill on the way, I will never be able to atone for it.

Fortunately, they arrived safely.

02

My son is almost full moon, but he is getting ugly. He doesn't sleep during the day. I want to put him down and lie down for a while when I am tired. Before he was next to the bed, he danced and cried.

My wife and I tried 18 kinds of martial arts, and finally we were completely defeated by his increasingly heartbreaking cry. The mother rushed to save the scene, and the child came to her arms and suddenly quieted down.

"Grandma (Mom), did I cry like this smelly boy when I was a child?" I asked my mother with anticipation.

"You are quick to stop laughing at your baby. He is much better than you. When I was a child, your answer (Dad) almost didn't kill me. " Mother smiled faintly and her eyes seemed to light up.

I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get the answer I wanted. I continued to ask my mother, "How can a quiet person like me be like this smelly boy?"

"You don't believe, call (dad) come and give you a break. Why did you cry all night? " Mother curled her lips and said.

"No, no, I believe-"I smiled awkwardly, and suddenly my heart seemed to be pulled by something. I thought this boy just cried during the day and my patience was worn away. I can't imagine how much disaster I would bring to my parents at that time.

Time seems to be suddenly pulled back to the middle of the night 30 years ago, under the dim light. I was jumping and barking like a wolf cub in bed. Dad got up with red eyes to make milk powder for me. My mother leaned down and patted me with a tune, and she vomited all over the floor, crying more and more sharply. It seems to cross the silent night and devour all the dignity and patience of parents.

I saw my father's anxiety, my mother's despair and helplessness, but they were strong, forbearing and smiling in pain because of their deep and broad love for their son. My mother held me in her arms and bowed her head to nurse. My father stroked me gently and muttered something to himself. They scolded the smelly boy, but at the same time they blamed themselves, feeling uneasy because of my every cry and every movement.

Until the sky in the east turned a fish-belly grey, and it was another sleepless night.

The scenes are real and vivid, unfolding slowly in my mind like a movie. This is not a memory in memory. The memory of childhood is blank. I firmly believe that this should have happened.

Thinking about thinking, my eyes are sour and tears are spinning in my eyes.

"Why are your eyes red?" Mother asked with concern.

"Nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well at night." I faltered.

"Pay more attention to your health. Taking care of babies is a manual job," mother told her seriously.

"Uh-huh, I know," I promised, turning my back on my mother, tears welled up in my eyes-

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"Reverend mother, did you forget to put salt again?" I shouted with chopsticks.

"How is that possible? I remember putting salt in it. " My mother responded with some grievances.

"Then why is it so light? Do you put very little? "

"I'm not weak after eating. Do you young people all pay so much attention to taste? Eating too much salt can easily thicken blood lipids. "

I can't remember how many times I "confronted" my mother on food. Such a scene will be staged every few days.

As I get older, my mother's taste is getting weaker and weaker. Although she will taste it several times in advance every time she cooks, the final product is still very weak. I'm afraid we can't eat well. She always washes and cuts vegetables recently. When I get off work, I'll start frying, leaving me the salty and light ones.

I usually don't have a heavy taste, and the light food is acceptable, but I still can't help but want my mother to put more salt in my rice.

In fact, I just stubbornly compete with time. I can't accept the fact that they are getting older and have different tastes from ours. Several times, I couldn't help cursing the cruelty of the years, but after I calmed down, I could only sob and accept it silently.

In fact, after my parents came, my sense of happiness exploded. I used to eat vegetables when I was a child, but now I can eat them every day. Steamed noodles, confused noodles, cornmeal bumps, stew soup-these foods with strong hometown flavor have made my long-lost stomach warm and moist again.

I used to eat it for more than ten years when I was a child. Now I am eating these familiar flavors, but my heart is full of cherish and reluctance. I wonder if I can eat it for more than ten years. All I know is that that smell, together with the love and emotion in it, will one day become a memory that floats with the wind.

I still remember when I was a child, I always had a vague freshness for confused noodles. I asked my mother the origin of this name more than once, and my mother never explained it clearly.

At that time, there was a great resistance to confused noodles, and its plain taste could not attract children at all. Every time my mother talks about cooking this meal, I cry and go on a hunger strike. My mother has no choice but to prepare another meal for me. Later, they didn't often cook this meal themselves, but occasionally seized the opportunity of my absence to satisfy their appetite.

"Grandma (mom), let's make noodles today," I suggested with anticipation.

"Didn't you hate eating when you were a child? Why do you always want to eat this now? " Mom was a little surprised.

"People, with growth, always break and compromise with the past. I found that I liked everything I hated when I was a child. Do you feel strange? "

"Ok, I don't understand your fallacies, you greedy son. If you want to eat, mom will make it for you at any time." Mom was very happy and turned to prepare the ingredients.

The practice of being confused is particularly simple. Boil a pot of boiling water, sprinkle a spoonful of corn flour, wait for the noodles to be intimately combined with water for four or five minutes, and then you can go down. You must choose the best noodles, so that they will be smoother and taste gluten-free. When cooking noodles, add some pre-soaked soybeans, peanuts, green vegetables or dried vegetables to increase the flavor, and finally add seasonings such as salt, pepper and soy sauce, and a pot of delicious and muddled noodles will be ready.

Soon, my mother brought me a bowl of steaming confused noodles. Without any hesitation, I picked up chopsticks and took a sip of noodle soup. Long years have come before me.

At that time, material resources were scarce, and almost half of parents' energy was spent on survival. They shed sweat and tears on the yellow land and experienced disappointment and despair, but they are still optimistic and diligent, turning the hardships in life into the sweetness of years. After a hard day's work, several ingredients were cooked in the pot and mixed into a meal. After eating a bowl of confused noodles, all the ups and downs and all the tastes of life disappear with the satisfaction of taste buds. Confusion about suffering and open-mindedness about life may be the rough truth contained in confused noodles.

I understand the significance of being confused with my parents and their generation, and then savor the taste carefully, with mixed feelings in my heart. Objectively speaking, the craft, ingredients and taste of muddled noodles are far from delicious in daily cognition, but when you drink a bowl of muddled noodles with time, memories and feelings, the feelings in your heart are thousands of times stronger than those in life.

"Grandma (Mom), this confused noodle still tastes like a child." I can't restrain my happiness.

"Because your mother and I made it, people haven't changed, and it tastes good." Mom is very happy.

"If you want to eat the food in your hometown in the future, just do it well, regardless of our taste." I want to give my mother a reassurance.

"Your father and I can eat anything. If we treat you and your children well, we won't worry." Mother sighed.

Noodle entrance, thick soup refreshing, just like the years at this time, salty and light-

After my parents came, I became the happiest person. There are tears, smiles, treasures and gratitude in this happiness.

Thank them, I just hope that the years can accompany them gently-

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