Little Dongguan

In the afternoon, a warm slanting sun passed through the window and sneaked in without permission.

Inadvertently, I asked: "Dad, are you happy in this city of Dongguan?"

"I am very happy!" The house was covered with sunshine on his father's body. He narrowed his eyes as if enjoying the brilliance of the whole body.

“What happiness is there in Dongguan? Hainan, Lijiang, what is the Three Gorges? The scenery is beautiful and beautiful. Hong Kong, Shanghai is also good! The economy is developed.” I am very disdainful of my father’s happiness.

Dad opened his eyes and his face was seriously serious. He said: "How good is Dongguan! There are Taiwanese business buildings, there are gardens, there are Xicheng buildings, there are Humen Bridge, there is a central square; there are Yuan Chonghuan, there is Jiang Guangyu There is Chen Jingkai, the world's largest computer organization - Qingxi, and 32 towns in Dongguan have all entered the country's Qianqiang Town, Humen still...

"But there are other cities!" I hurriedly interrupted my father's words because I dismissed what he said.

"No, Dongguan has something that no other city has." In the warm sunshine, I saw a kind of kindness like a grandmother on my father's face, and it was more like a feeling of moving.

"Hey! What is so different?"

"It's love!" In the orange sun, Dad fell into memories, his vicissitudes of face,

A thing called happiness that spreads thickly.

Twenty years ago, the 20-year-old father was alone in the car leading to Dongguan.

The father at that time was just a rural wage earner who was clinking in the pocket.

From Hunan Xiangtan to Dongguan, an old-fashioned car stopped and went for three days.

Dad is reluctant to spend money, only a few sweet potatoes brought from his hometown along the way.

On the third day, the sweet potato ate a light, but Dad was already hungry and stared at Venus. But he just tightened his lips and held the only two hundred yuan in his hand.

It was at this time that a middle-aged Dongguan woman on his left hand extended his hand to Dad with a hand that was torn into two halves.

For a moment, my father was slightly hesitant and was conquered by the hunger that whizzed.

He used a strong accent to thank the Dongguan woman. The women on the side smiled and watched him devour the half of the hoe, and then gently said a lot of words that Dad seemed to understand in standard Cantonese.

But that half of the gimmicks and the pile of words that made Dad seem to understand and understand, became the touch and warmth of Dad's life.

"Although it is only a very simple matter, but for a stranger who just arrived in Dongguan, it made me feel the warmth from the strangers, not rejection and discrimination. The warmth and touch is only Dongguan. Can you give me!" In the blink of an eye, the sun has quietly gone west, under the faint sun, the father's aging face, a kind of ignorance that is like 20 years old.

In the afternoon, the sun is shining, the sun is shining, and the sun sets at sunset. I only used a period of sunshine, I understand, and I also experienced the love of Dongguan.... .

The third day of the Nankai Experimental School in Dongguan, Guangdong: Yuan Sixing