蒟蒻魚
蒟蒻魚

就是一條鹹魚!

Return home enterprise

So you won't wait for me to come back

Returning to the house usually talks about going home to eat at home, drinking old fire soup, and filling your ears with the nagging of old bean and mother; returning to the house is the most common smoke and fire, which can be inhaled into the lungs to continue life in one breath. The air ticket back to Hong Kong was booked early in the morning, and the work was also prepared for a clean break in advance, but the progress bar of returning to the home that I kept in my heart remained at zero. I am not as excited as my friends think, nor am I as timid as I think I am close to home. I didn't get away from work until the last moment, Shi Shiran packed my luggage, thinking about it, I have this at home, and I can buy that one when I go back to Hong Kong, so the luggage became dispensable.

I feel very flat, even a little cold. When I got on the plane, I heard the stewardess broadcast in pure Cantonese plus Hong Kong-style English, plus that crappy Hong Kong-style Mandarin. The progress bar finally showed signs of moving, but the signal was not good and the movement was very slow.

The flight time was very short, and the plane began to descend very quickly. I saw the sea that made me cry when I left, and saw the mountains of Saigon... The signal suddenly became better, and the progress bar began to move faster. I My home is right under the plane!

The plane landed at Hong Kong Airport and taxied on the runway for a long time. The sky was filled with dark clouds, and it looked like it wanted to crush someone to death. When we got off the plane, it was raining heavily, and I couldn’t help laughing and said, “No, I don’t even like me for a day!” We took the escalator to the immigration counter, and heard the unique Hong Kong “Tuk~Tuk~Tuk” from the escalator The sound, which I haven't heard in three years, suddenly made my progress bar go crazy by 50%.

Retrieving my ID card from the immigration counter, I took a deep breath and finally... I finally stepped into the border of Hong Kong again. The exit of the airport is very lively, and the restaurants and convenience stores are crowded with people. It seems that the depression that made me feel so sad the day I left was just a dream. The busy and lively Hong Kong International Airport has never disappeared.

I got in a taxi and drove towards the urban area. I lay down in front of the car window, staring at the high-rise buildings passing by without blinking, and the thousands of lights dotted with the high-rise buildings. My heart seemed to be forced into it. I swallowed a large ball of cotton soaked in acetic acid, a burst of soreness spread all over my body, and finally stayed on my gums, and my eye sockets finally had the uncontrollable wetness that I thought should have appeared earlier in the morning. I saw a van flashing past in the traffic lane next to it, and the advertisement on the vehicle said "Free everything", I couldn't help laughing, ah, this is the Hong Kong I am familiar with, vulgar but efficient, life-saving and hard-working Life……

My mother had already been waiting downstairs at the door of the house, rushing to meet us who got off the taxi. In the dark night, we hugged each other tightly, so tight that we just wanted to offset the regret that we couldn't say goodbye that year when we left in a hurry. Back home, the warmth and excitement of the room is self-evident. In those few years, due to the separation brought about by the epidemic and all kinds of distress in life, everyone consciously skipped the talk, concentrated on drinking the soup made by mother, and devoured the delicious home-cooked food cooked by mother. The progress bar rushed to 100%, and we finally returned to the house!

The next morning, the children clamored that they missed Café de Coral's oxtail pass (fan), and the father hesitated for five seconds, uh... this.... The mother waved her big hand, walked around, came back rarely, went to eat, what are you bothering about, Hong Kong, now it’s a new Hong Kong...well. It took me a long time to adjust my mentality before going home. I was neither happy nor sad with the new Hong Kong. Going home is going home. Everything outside my home is the story of the new Hong Kong.

After breakfast, take the East Rail Line and transfer to the Hong Kong Island Line. Although I knew that the East Rail Line had been extended to Admiralty and that the Tuen Ma Line had been opened, I still felt like entering the city from a big country. The station announcement and the warning that the door is about to close are still the same as before, but the carriage has changed and the armrests have also changed. On the train I was on, the advertisement on the door was bought by the government, encouraging citizens to provide clues to crimes involving terrorism and violence. The reporting channel is a Hong Kong phone number and a WeChat account. He exchanged a glance with his husband, and looked away tacitly. At this time, the TV news in the car happened to say that the government wanted eight people. When I heard the words "return to Hong Kong and surrender", I silently turned my eyes away from the car window. The old buildings along the way were still there, and there were some new ones. In short, everything seemed to be the same. It seems to be different.

Stepping into Wanchai, every inch of land in Wanchai used to be covered with buildings, but there are no new buildings, it is still the old crowded Wanchai. Sure enough, as my friend reminded me earlier in the morning, there are a lot of Mandarin. I found that there are more citizens, you know he/she speaks Cantonese, but you can’t understand a word, anyway, at least they are trying to integrate into your mother tongue, it’s not a bad thing!

At afternoon tea, the children suggested to go to Qizai, our favorite place before, to buy fish ball siu mai. Probably because Taiwan’s Qizai does not have these, some people have been thinking about it. I also want to visit the seven domineering sisters who laughed with me in those years. I'm used to the large area of ​​Taiwan's Qizi. Wow, it turns out that Qizi, which I'm so familiar with, is even smaller than I remembered. Looking up at the cash register and the deli cabinet, they were all unfamiliar faces, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Sister, I have already thought about my opening remarks. It turns out that you will not wait for my return at the same place. I can only politely say to my younger sister at the cashier: "Well, there is one siu mai fish ball each." The food I wanted has just been sold out, and seeing the sister in the deli scrambling to help us heat it in the microwave, I remembered the refreshing past My sister always cooks enough fish balls and hands them to me hot and spicy. When there are not many customers, we will chat and laugh a few times. A cheap snack can also get Michelin three stars. The taste comes.

"Is it still the taste in your memory?"

"Actually, I don't remember what it tasted like before. I just remember that eating it will make me happy." The child answered me like this.

"Does it taste good now?"

"It's delicious!" the child said while handing over a bamboo stick, motioning for me to poke one too.

The old man was gone, I didn't even have the desire to drink a cup of coffee, and I went home after eating siu mai fish balls. Looking at the blue sky without a trace of cloud, the best part of summer in Tai Po is still very beautiful! Many shops along the street have been remodeled, and some familiar old shops are still standing. It won't fall, I hope!

When I went home for dinner, I mentioned that the national flag and the SAR flag were hung all over the government departments. The photo page of the new passport also added the national flag, while the old version only had the SAR flag. My mother gave me an expression of what kind of surprise you are. Then, my mother put away her funny expression, pointed to her head, and said to me seriously: "Remember that at any time, you must maintain independent thinking, and other wild things can't be done. In short, food is good, good food is good, and there is shit every day. , so that’s it.” Of course I understand the reasoning, but it’s just that sometimes I’m unavoidably depressed. No matter how free your head is, you have to be careful with every breath you take. To be alive... is just to be alive, nothing more.

on the way home from the airport
Qizai's siu mai and fish balls


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