But unexpectedly, the large truck with the goods had just arrived. As soon as the truck stopped in the middle of the street, dozens of people poured out of the surrounding shops.
I stopped and saw my mother among them.
There were so many people, but she was the only woman, but she followed several men and squeezed towards the back of the car. She was only about 1.5 meters tall, but she actually squeezed to the front.
"Hey, don't grab it."
"Unload the goods first, unload the goods first..."
…
The car owner, the shop owner couldn't shout or stop him. Before the car was turned off, someone had already opened the rear door with a bang.
The tallest man jumped onto the carriage.
I stood next to the bicycle and watched my mother scramble to climb up. However, she was only about 1.5 meters tall and couldn't reach it. She had to step on the crossbar at the rear of the bicycle with one foot and pull the door with one hand.
She bent her body slightly and leaned up, until she stepped up with the other foot... She finally climbed up. There were already several men in the car picking goods, and some were helping to unload the goods. It was difficult for her to turn around inside.
.
"Hey, what are you doing here, a woman? Get down, get down..."
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I watched others drive her away, but she remained unmoved. She held on to the tape of a box and repeated a few words, "This is mine, this is mine..."
"What's yours!"
The man grabbed the tape and pulled it hard, causing the mother who refused to let go to stagger two steps. He also yelled: "Did you give me money?"
"Mine! I got it first!" Mother did not give in, dragging her hands together without any fear, "—mine!"
"You bitch..."
"Hey, you're a grown man bullying a woman. Is that interesting to you?"
"None of your business!"
"The goods are mine! It's none of my business but yours? If you don't unload the goods, you'll come down!"
"Oh shit……"
…
"Thank you, boss lady..."
"well--"
The shopkeeper didn't say anything, just shook his head helplessly.
…
I watched my mother drag two big yellow cartons to the back of the car, and then I saw clearly that they were two boxes of durians. I watched her sit down, stretch her legs, jump out of the back of the car, and watch her struggle to put the half-meter-long cartons into the back of the car.
A square box bigger than her was brought down... She was only 1.5 meters tall
A few days later, she had to lift her hands to carry the box. The box left the carriage and lost its support. The weight fell entirely on her, and her whole body was bent downwards. However, she exerted all her strength and tried to move it as gently as possible...
After one box, she was already holding on to the carriage to hold her back and gasping for air, unable to stand up straight.
I took a step forward and then stepped back.
The man came out, glanced at her, and went to pull the box on the car, "You said you, a bitch, deserved it..."
"mine……"
"I won't take it from you." After saying that, he put the box down.
"Why."
Mother hugged and supported the first box, feeling much more relaxed. After putting the box away, she smiled and said, "Thank you."
The man waved his hand, jumped out of the car, turned around and walked away.
I watched from a distance as my mother dragged two boxes of durians aside, inspected them carefully for a while, sealed them with tape, and wrote her name... Finally, she sat down against the box with satisfaction. She had tied up the durians.
My hair was loose and sticky with sweat, making it look a bit messy.
I stood for a while and walked over.
The mother lowered her head and wiped her fingers with a paper towel. Several fingers on her hands were bleeding, and they were almost dry when blown by the cold wind. They were cut by durian thorns. I tried it, and there were holes on both sides of the box.
, it is easy to reach out and carry, but if you put your fingers in, you will be scratched if you are not careful.
Her eyes were not very good, so she squinted and used the light of the street lamp to find the wound, then she tore some paper towels to cover them, and wrapped them with tape. The tape was very big, so she tore it into small strips...
"mom--"
"well?"
She paused, raised her face to see me, and smiled: "Aren't you going to play?" As she said that, she put down her hands and inadvertently clenched them slightly into claws.
"Um."
"Why don't you eat?"
"For you to eat."
"I don't want to eat, and I'm not hungry."
"I can't finish it."
Squatting next to her, I tore the bun into two pieces, took one piece myself, and stuffed the piece with the egg into her along with the bag, "I don't want eggs."
Mother frowned and scolded: "I can't even finish a single bun."
"I don't want to eat it."
"If you don't want to eat eggs, you can eat them."
"I don't want it."
I turned away and ignored her.
My mother was a little helpless and whispered, "We can't waste it."
I took a bite of the bun filling, but I couldn't feel the taste at all. I looked at the durian box and had nothing to say, so I casually said, "Durian."
"Yes, I was lucky today and got two boxes." Mother smiled again, feeling a little proud.
"So awesome..."
I held the bun in my mouth and couldn't choke.
Although durians are out of season and there are very few now, it is precisely because of the scarcity that the price is high and the sales are good. However, since it is an imported product and it is not a big city, it would be good if you can bring in five or six boxes every day. But don't
It seems small. If there are four or five durians in a box, you can earn more than 100 yuan. Think about it, you only earn 1-2 yuan from selling one catty of apples, which is almost the same as the profit from selling one hundred catties of apples. Who wouldn’t
What about grabbing?
I sniffed and turned around, only to see my mother holding a bun. Not only did she not eat it, she also tied the mouth of the bag and packed it well.
"You don't want to eat..."
"I'm not hungry, I'll give you something to eat."
"I don't want it."
"Eat when you are hungry."
"Whatever you want, I'll go over there and play."
"Be careful, don't go too far."
"knew."
I didn't look back and walked straight into the street without street lights.
I thought I could hold it back, but the tip of my nose was very sore, and the snot flowed into my mouth. I thought I could hold it back, but I squeezed my mouth so hard that I barely made a sound. I thought I could hold it back, but...
The tears just kept flowing, sliding down my face, and kept falling down.