Growing up, I have never been farther than the county seat. So are my parents. As a result, at the beginning of the school season, there were many advocacy remarks on TV, such as "students should cultivate their sense of independence and report for school by themselves". I insist that my father take me to school. It's not that I can't or dare not go alone, but I hope to take this opportunity to let my father go out once and let him see the "outside world". It's really not easy for my parents to feed, clothe and educate me for 20 years. I've thought about it for a long time, and I have nothing to report. I must have them to witness the glorious moment when I entered the university gate.
My father and I walked out of the bus station with heavy luggage and saw the bus going straight to school. So we waved and tried to run hard, but the bus didn't stop at all. There is a policeman in uniform standing next to him. He frowned slightly, pointed not far away and said, go to the bus stop. That tone doesn't sound like sarcasm, but it always makes people uncomfortable. At this time, I just came to my senses. Yes, buses always get on and off at the bus stop. How could I forget? I don't think I have. We didn't eat much for breakfast, and now we are hungry. We slowly retreated to the stop sign surrounded by people.
The weak sunshine jumps in front of my eyes, and the pedestrians and vehicles on the road come and go, dense. In the air, a hot and dry airflow spreads layer by layer. I looked at my father. Sweat has oozed from his slightly black hair and yellow cheeks, and he looks a little anxious. It was at this moment that I began to realize that when I entered a new stage of my life, I was no longer the child who depended on my parents. They, when I grew up unconsciously, have quietly grown old.
When I got off the bus, I didn't find a place where the gatehouse was very high and the students kept coming in and out. My father and I are puzzled, which is clearly written in the notice. After asking several people back and forth, I finally walked into the university campus and looked forward to a summer vacation. When it comes to my first impression of the university, I don't think the word "disappointment" is enough to express disappointment. It never occurred to me that what I call a university is actually a place with an area smaller than that of a high school. All my beautiful ideas have now become "ideas". It's completely different from what I expected, and it doesn't have the look and smell of a university. A teaching building, a simple canteen and playground, an old dormitory building. Is my sadness "bad" that can be compensated? On the contrary, my father always comforted me: everyone is like this, not just yourself. This is not the main campus. ...
Because I was so hungry, my father and I went out to find a place to eat. At that time, the road was being built at the door, and the restaurants next to it were closed, so we had to go a little further. We walked into a fast food restaurant. At three o'clock in the afternoon, there is hardly any food left. Finally, my father and I asked for three carrot buns. This steamed stuffed bun is thick, with little stuffing, hard and dry. I know my father's taste. If I want to stay at home, carrots won't move. Nowadays, carrot buns are extremely tasteless. It must be hard to see him swallow it without chewing. Even I, a person who is never picky about food, feel that the carrot steamed stuffed bun tastes a bit wrong for the first time. This is our first meal when we first arrived in Jinan. Father has a foul mouth. It is a pain for him to eat such a meal.
After dinner, I signed in, took the bedding, found the dormitory and made the bed. My father led me downstairs to buy a thermos bottle, a basin and a small lock in the cupboard. Father has been saying, think about what is missing and what is missing. I answered again and again, everything is missing, everything is there. In the dormitory, roommates came one after another. I greeted them and kept smiling. Think about their personalities, good temper, and whether we can get along. In a few words, I know they are also complaining about the face of the university, why it is called the university. The afternoon passed quickly, so it's time to eat. "Let's go to the canteen," father suggested. No one was eating when I entered the canteen. Because school hasn't started yet, there are no ready-made meals in the canteen. Order if you want. We looked at the menu, all of which were home-cooked dishes, but the prices were not cheap either. Finally, I ordered a dish: braised eggplant and two steamed buns. The appetite is not small, and the taste is ok, but my father eats very little and has no appetite. Is he tired after running all day? !
After dinner, we are going to find a hotel. My father wants to go to bed early and leave as early as possible tomorrow. Knowing that the freshmen started school, the nearby hotels increased their prices one after another. I asked several places, all of which are 80 to 100 yuan a night. Father thought it was too expensive, so he continued to look from house to house. Finally, not far from the school, I found a remote family hotel for 50 yuan for one night. That small room is so small that there is hardly a single bed. The room has no windows and belongs to a closed space. Although there is a fan at the bedside, it can't drive away the sultry air in the room. In Jinan in September, the overall temperature is still very high during the day and night. That night, my father was doomed to suffer. Send me back to school, my father turned and went back to the hut.
In fact, it was a long time before my father talked about this night: it was too hot in the room, mosquitoes buzzed and I didn't sleep for hours at night. In retrospect, I understand everything. Because I didn't get up the next morning, I got a call from my father saying that he had got off at the dormitory. He saw me and said he looked around and stayed downstairs for a while. Seeing my father's thin body, tired eyes and bad teeth when he spoke, I thought of the difference a few hours later, and I immediately turned my head away. I don't want him to see the tears in my eyes and say that my tears are worthless. I don't want him to worry about me.
In front of the low dormitory building of college students' entrepreneurial project is a high-grade Huaxing building, a four-star hotel and a surrounding landmark building. Its staff canteen is in the school. What I didn't know at that time was that in the next year, this was the real "canteen" for me and most of my classmates. That morning, my father and I had dinner here. I remember it was a pie filled with eggplant. Dad said it was delicious. I felt a little relieved. From yesterday to the college students' entrepreneurial project, my father finally had a good meal. Listen, I've packed up. My father is leaving. I said I would take him to the bus stop, but he refused. We walked to the bus stop together. On the way, he told me to take care of myself, not to be reluctant to eat, to have a good relationship with my classmates and roommates, not to go out alone, and to call home often ... I kept my head down and promised, unable to speak. Hardly had I arrived at the bus stop when the bus came. Father said "I'm leaving" and got on the bus in a hurry. Too suddenly, the vast Jinan has become my own world. My eyes blurred as I watched the car drive farther and farther. I couldn't help shedding tears line by line, but I was too embarrassed to wipe it for fear that people around me would see it.
In fact, my father had a wish when he came to Jinan this time. He wants to see Baotu Spring, the "best spring in the world" in Jinan. But at that time, I was so stupid that I only used the mobile phone I just bought as a communication tool. I thought Baotu Spring was far away, but I didn't know there was a through train nearby. The original purpose of my father's entrepreneurial project for college students was to let him see the appearance of Jinan, the provincial capital, and the beautiful appearance on TV that he had never seen before. I thought it would be a pleasant experience and unforgettable memory for my father, but I didn't expect it to be a torment. For a long time after that, I felt deeply guilty and blamed myself. There have been several regrets in my short life, and this is one of them. Fortunately, this is not an irreparable regret.
As time goes on, I gradually understand that a person's life, from birth, is doomed to leave home.