The village road is wide open.

QTO - When Vinh was young, he was often embarrassed because his mother always spoke loudly, and any crowd where she appeared would be noisy and boisterous. His mother spoke normally but it sounded like a fight was about to happen. The other day, before making the decision, his mother called Vinh to ask for his opinion. Now that she had given that much land to the village to build a cultural house, what would Vinh think? Vinh was surprised. From childhood to adulthood, it seemed like this was the first time his mother had asked him for his opinion so directly and frankly. Because this was not a small matter, donating land in this day and age sounded unbelievable. Land prices were going up, and the other day Vinh heard his friends gossiping that even with money, it was hard to buy land in the countryside. Every day, land brokers were hanging around the neighborhood asking this house and that house to sell their land. His mother said that the house and land would be Vinh's in the future, and that she could not take them with her when she died. It is true that land is now valuable and can be sold for money, but the commune is promoting the construction of new rural areas, this process has changed the face of the village, now it only lacks the criteria of a decent cultural house. Vinh laughed and teased his mother that she understood the policy so well, he said it was up to her, whatever she decided he would support her, but he asked her if she didn't regret it. His mother smiled kindly, the village had always been tolerant of her and her children so she didn't regret it.

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When the village chief announced that his mother was the first person to sign the land donation papers to build a cultural house, the whole village was bustling. For the past few days, several land brokers had been coming and going, the land prices had been rising recently and they had to give the land to the commune, that place would probably sell for half a billion dong, no joke. The whole village was talking and gossiping, the intersection of Mrs. Vui's shop, which was usually crowded, was now even more crowded. Men and women gathered to talk about building a cultural house.

Seeing their mother come back, they called her in, each person gathered around to ask a question.

- Don't you regret it? - Mrs. Vui spoke up.

- As I said before, if the village roads are spacious, it will be less difficult for us, the children will be able to go to school easily, the adults will be able to do business conveniently, and if someone gets sick in the middle of the night, they can quickly go to the hospital. Now that there are cultural houses, the commune will meet the standards, and in the future the district will meet the standards, and then the land will be more valuable. Besides, how much money is enough?

Mother spoke loudly to explain to the bustling crowd.

- In any movement, having a pioneer will make it easier and more convenient. You are always the pioneer in every innovation of the village - said an uncle who used to tease her - I really respect you - he added.

Vinh is the son but he also respects his mother very much. Two years ago, his mother surprised the whole village when she donated her farmland to build a road. Thanks to her unhesitating contribution, four more households agreed to donate their farmland to widen the road. Now, no one expected her to donate more residential land. At the most recent meeting, the village chief happily announced that two more households had registered to donate land to build a cultural house. The project will soon begin and needs the cooperation of many villagers.

Now, every night when talking on the phone, my mother shows Vinh the scene of the aunts and grandmothers dancing in the yard of the cultural house. No one is tired from work, but every night when they meet each other, they talk and dance, feeling happy and healthy, and after going home they sleep well. The yard of the cultural house is spacious, in some places adults are dancing, in some places children are playing, in some places young people are playing badminton. Hearing my mother's hearty laughter, the neighbors' happiness and solidarity makes Vinh happy too.

Ma asked Vinh if he could come home this weekend. Vinh came home to a surprise. A man was present in the house. He greeted Vinh and addressed himself as father naturally. Ma did not explain anything, as if letting two grown men explain themselves to each other. The first question Vinh asked him was truly childish:

- Because mother was too fierce, father left, right?

He smiled and said in a male accent:

- No, my mother is very gentle and cute. My father always dreamed of becoming a wanderer and had great ambitions. He wanted to travel here and there to make a living, but my mother just wanted to stay in the village.

The explanation was superficial and hard to forgive, so why didn't you come back to visit me and help my mother raise me all these years? Vinh wanted to ask a lot of questions but thought better of it. Vinh knew his mother was someone who couldn't leave her hometown. Vinh had said his dream was to earn a lot of money in the future and buy a townhouse for his mother to live in. His mother said no, if I wanted to live in the city, then I would, but I would stay here. They hated my mouth if I went somewhere else, only here did the villagers love me. It turned out that things weren't just that, Mrs. Vui told us that year Vinh was seriously ill, his father went to work far away to earn money to treat Vinh, but then he also became terminally ill. He volunteered to leave both mother and son, telling his mother to stay home and find someone else. In the middle of the night, Vinh had a fever and convulsions, his mother took a tray and knocked, while knocking, she screamed for help. The villagers ran over to take Vinh to the emergency room in time, at that time the roads were potholed and dark, when we got to the hospital, the doctor said if we waited any longer, we wouldn't be able to save him. This story was not a happy one, so the neighbors told each other not to mention it in front of Vinh and his mother, for fear that if she remembered, she would be sad. Vinh thought pensively, no wonder his mother always told him that he was grateful to the village.

- The village has changed so much, the roads are wide, clean and beautiful, no longer muddy like before. The village gate is also magnificent and beautiful - Dad talked endlessly and showed Vinh the photo of him standing at the village gate. His return was so simple and leisurely.

The village road is now wide, with the blooming ten o'clock flowers on both sides, very beautiful and poetic. The other day, a couple from the village came there to take wedding photos. I heard that the groom works for the Youth Union, the bride works for the women's union, and they became friends when they built this road together. Vinh heard many stories at the ceremony to receive the new rural standards from the commune. Then I heard that in the contribution to building the cultural house the other day, Vinh's father also brought some money to contribute. It seemed that his mother did not hold any grudges or blames, only that Vinh's heart was full of questions. But then he told himself, just like the people in his village, he did not bother to ask about old stories, he was a man, so why should he care anymore. Vinh thought about going back to his hometown to work. Now that his hometown was developing, there were many job opportunities, he also wanted to contribute his intelligence and youth to his hometown. Going home near his mother, so he could walk on the wide, airy village road, not jostling in the stuffy, crowded roads of the city. Life will improve, the future will be brighter than the past.

Miraculous Love

Source: https://baoquangtri.vn/van-hoa/202509/duong-lang-thenh-thang-dd43634/