Aunt Zheng is a friend of her mother's, and they have known each other for 40 years. In my mother's words, old girlfriend.
At that time, my mother moved with my father to teach in a primary school and became a colleague with Aunt Zheng. Therefore, Aunt Zheng is also my primary school math teacher.
At that time, they were in their thirties, wearing blue tops and square-rimmed glasses, and had a very similar temperament to that of an elementary school teacher. They have the same thin figure, if it were not for Aunt Zheng's slightly shorter head, it would be really difficult to distinguish from the back.
However, when I was young at that time, I didn't think that my mother could become friends with Aunt Zheng, because their personalities were completely different.
The mother is introverted by nature, does not talk much and does not like to be lively, in addition to teaching and preparing lessons, it is the family's three meals a day and cleaning and sprinkling. If she had free time, she would read books and listen to Peking Opera, and she was very reclusive, so she had not had a close friend for so many years.
Aunt Zheng is different, she is outgoing, wind and fire, and her temper is particularly large. In the classroom, because of our stubbornness, it often makes her hate iron and steel, and the chalk head flies all over the classroom, and the children are a little afraid of her. If there are things that she is not accustomed to at work, she always has to say them, and no one's face is disregarded.
On the other hand, she loves to worry, she pays attention to the cold and warm health of students, and some students must go home to make a sick meal when they are sick - a bowl of hot egg noodles, brought to the front. The noodles were hand-rolled, and lying on the noodles was a round poached egg with sesame oil dripping from the noodles.
My house is two kilometers away from the school, and I can't go back from school at noon, so my mother took me to eat in the school cafeteria. And Aunt Zheng's house is close to the school, she made delicious food, will definitely pull our mother and daughter to her house to improve the food. If it rains or snows, Aunt Zheng simply stays with us and makes a phone call to tell my father to rest assured.
Aunt Zheng had a small guest room at home, and the bedding was neat enough for me and my mother to sleep peacefully.
What I remember most is the fried bun made by Aunt Zheng, one by one, white and fat, slightly open mouth, overflowing with the aroma of filling, and the golden crispy skin on the bottom layer is transparent and transparent. It was my most coveted delicacy, and every time Aunt Zheng made it, I would swallow saliva head-on-head with her daughter.
Later, I learned that life was difficult at that time, and only when I was with my mother, Aunt Zheng would make fried buns.
The mother was touched by Aunt Zheng's enthusiasm and sincerity, and always thought and remembered her goodness. The mother was not good at cooking but was good at weaving, so she often knitted sweaters, hats, scarves and other clothes for Aunt Zheng and her children.
These two middle-aged women have become friends in life from colleagues at work.
For many years, Aunt Zheng and her mother retired and left the elementary school; they also changed from thin women to two rich mothers. My daughter and Aunt Zheng grew up far away from home.
Later, both of our families also moved to the county seat, not far apart, and my mother and Aunt Zheng naturally often moved around. They don't do square dancing, they don't play mahjong, they just chat endlessly together. Every New Year's Festival, it is like walking relatives, solemnly visiting each other and eating together...
Today, my mother and Aunt Zheng are over eighty years old, her legs and feet are no longer convenient, and the number of meetings is also less. But their feelings have not diminished in the slightest, and they often communicate and communicate with WeChat and telephone.