Bag of sweet potato leaves（一）

I remember a decade ago, it was a fall, his father to take me to the provincial capital to visit an old relative. Before leaving, we would like for a while the family had no idea what to bring. Snack bar with biscuits, people may not be rare Azeri city, with a number of native right, in addition to the food hit the ground, this place nothing special. My mother think of it, picked some sweet potatoes from the ground leaves with Go! These people may eat less than the city can be the father did not agree, say that the sweet potato is long, the leaves collected the bad, but he really can not think of what gifts to bring, and finally agreed, and so, we not only with some home-grown green beans last year, the most prominent is a large bag of sweet potato leaves which had.

We took a bus, take a full half-day of effort, finally to be a sight that made my father's hard, he had not been here a few years, the provincial capital so that he could not find the rapid changes old street. Father, standing outside the station for a moment, suddenly thought of his pocket a relatives phone number, he looked around and ran outside to a nearby kiosk to try and beat one, fortunately, telephone number does not change, answer the phone is a woman, father very effort to explain who he is and the other, she finally understood, and asked to understand our position, she told him not to move there, while we came to meet us, my father finally relieved.

After a child, in a yellow car stopped not far from us, from the car thirties drilled a young woman, dressed very fashionable city dwellers. I snuggle in his father's side, she seems to know my father, and under the car directly to us. Women not to speak, first smile, said to my father, your children, right? Are so big. How old? Father told her that I was twelve years old, next year the junior high school, and let me call her aunt, I do not know what it is by row to rise soon called her aunt, she happily agreed to soon hurried us on car, said to be anxious to wait at home, basking Regardless, the three of us on the ground one after the car, this car like the Beetle-like yellow, another car crossed a street Thistle Street, in the bustling streets walk through, and pretty soon basking Regardless of who went to the home.