The seventy-year-old lady drove a tractor back and forth for two hundred kilometers, with her drunken grandson tied up in the car. Wang Yingying also sighed to herself, "The road is too bumpy, the silly grandson is like a mentally disabled person, constantly vomiting. I have to get off the car frequently to wipe for him. It's tough, it's hard."
When Liu Thirteen woke up, he was stunned to find himself in a small courtyard in the mountains. After leaving his hometown through hardships to make a name for himself, he never expected to be dragged back to Yunbian Town by Wang Yingying with a tractor.
Thirteen stood in front of his grandmother's door for a while, looking at the line of words carved on the door panel with a small knife: Wang Yingying is stingy. His grandmother couldn't read, and once asked him what was carved. He said, "Wang Yingying wants to live for ten thousand years." His grandmother disdainfully knocked on his head and said, "Living until you get married is about it." Liu Thirteen touched the handwriting, turned around and left, leaving behind the old bricks and tiles, green trees and white walls, and the leisurely teenage time of a small town.
Just as he took the first step out of the courtyard, Liu Thirteen's nose tingled, thinking, Wang Yingying wants to live for ten thousand years.
Liu Thirteen couldn't remember how many bowls he had drunk in the end, the empty wine jar seemed to have accidentally fallen off the table and shattered. Wang Yingying kept saying it's really good, saying today is really good, saying she's happy to see them.
He seemed to hear a choked voice, but couldn't make out whose it was.
Shouldn't be, maybe too happy.
Wang Yingying is drunk, he thought.
It's been many years, since the college entrance exam, the first time celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival in his hometown, and also the first time celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival with so many people. If this can make Wang Yingying happy, he will come back every Mid-Autumn Festival in the future.
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The trees long for peace but the wind keeps blowing; the child longs for care but the parents are not around.
After the mother-in-law passed away, there were no rice dumplings for Dragon Boat Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival moon was full but still felt incomplete.