Chen Song was woken up by a low sob.

After the death of her mother, her insomnia became particularly serious, and all her thoughts weighed heavily on her body at night, pressing her like a fish thrown into a vacuum, stretching and crumbling every minute and second in the night that gradually became rich and faded...... I can't find the slightest bit of water or air to rely on.

That night, however, she slept very deeply, and had a vague dream.

The dream was so long that she woke up with a blank mind, a subtle sense of disconnection as she transitioned to reality.

There was a crisp "click", and the dim light illuminated the small bedroom, and also illuminated the blankness on her face.

Standing on tiptoe to turn on the light was a five- or six-year-old little radish head, much thinner than children of the same age, with a pair of black and white eyes full of horror: "Sister, sister, hurry up, Mom, she's on the rooftop again......"

The little radish head was only wearing a thin blue autumn coat and autumn pants, standing at the door and shivering from the cold.

Chen Song opened his mouth, and a sense of absurdity arose.

This is her younger brother, Chen Yang.

But Chen Yang is already 20 years old this year, and his right leg is still slightly disabled due to burns, and he will never be as immature as he is in front of him.

"Sister, sister?" Chen Yang's voice gradually became crying, "Hurry up, what if Mom jumps down?"

A child's intuition is always accurate, and he vaguely saw a very strange shadow flash over his sister's face, but at this time, he didn't have time to delve into it.

"Nonsense, how could my mother do such a stupid thing......" Chen Song stopped abruptly halfway through his words.

The same scene, the same conversation, had really appeared once in her memory.

And that time, she said it as a prophecy.

Chen Song pinched himself hard, and his heart shrank suddenly.

It's a pain, not a dream!

"Let's go, hurry to the rooftop!" she didn't even bother to put on her shoes, and ran upstairs barefoot.

The little Chen Yang followed her closely, struggling to climb one staircase after another, as if there was no end in sight, and the lights in the corridor swayed left and right, making the two thin figures short and elongated.

It was too cold, Chen Songse shrank back, she vaguely remembered the weather forecast that the typhoon would enter tonight, which would bring a significant drop in temperature.

The details of her memory became clear little by little, and the scenes in front of her did not look like they were happening, but like watching a movie that she had already watched, she didn't like the ending of the movie, but she didn't have the right to choose at all......

Seeing that the rooftop was getting closer and closer, Chen Song only had the sudden heartbeat in his ears, and in his rapid breath, it seemed that something was about to break through the ground.

Everything is so real.

On the sixth floor, at the end of the stairs, the rusty green lacquered iron door was closed, exactly as I remembered.

She hurriedly rushed forward and pushed hard, and all the hot blood poured into her cold fingers.

The hand was numb when it landed, and the iron door clanged but did not move, and only a little patent leather and dust fell.

The door was bolted shut from the outside.

"Mom, Mom!" Chen Song opened his voice and shouted, subconsciously wanting to take out his mobile phone to call the police, but reached out and touched it.

She was only sixteen years old this year, where did she get her mobile phone?

"Sister," five-and-a-half-year-old Chen Yang followed closely behind her, one of the slippers had already been lost, his face was pale, and he was trembling, "Mom...... Mom, she didn't cry, why didn't she cry?"

There was only the sound of the wind outside, and there was no longer that low and suppressed sob.

Chen Song trembled involuntarily, not so much fear as despair.

The scene in front of her was exactly the same as in her memory, and if she continued like this, she would hear the muffled sound of jumping off the building and falling to the ground in less than half a minute......

"Sister, what should I do?" Chen Yang's immature and anxious voice drilled into her ears.

Chen Song came back to his senses and twisted his white and tender little arms ruthlessly: "Cry, cry!"

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, and howled in pain.

It's not that he didn't dare to cry, but he was really scared, and when he was pinched by Chen Song like this, his tears were immediately like a flood that had leaked the floodgates, and the big ones fell on the frozen instep: "Mom, don't die, Mom......"

Perhaps this cry was too poignant, but Ding Huizhi's voice finally came from the other end of the door, with all kinds of tiredness and a faint hint of hope.

It's just that the hope is as thin as a gossamer, as if it may break in the wind at any time: "Nan, Yangyang?"

The familiar voice made Chen Song's heart suddenly change back to the sixteen-year-old child, she opened her mouth, and the sour feeling climbed from her throat all the way to the tip of her nose: "Mom, you can't jump, if you leave, no one in this world cares about our life or death!"

No sound.

She was only silent.

Chen Song's whole body was clinging to the cold iron door, and something was tormenting over and over again in his heart: "Mom, I can cook alone, sleep alone, and go to school alone." But my brother can't do it, he's still too young, and he'll be bullied......"

Chen Yang seemed to understand something, raised his little hand and slammed the door vigorously, crying more and more heartbreakingly: "Yangyang wants a mother, Yangyang wants a mother!"

There was still silence on the other end of the door.

The wind poured in through the crack under the iron door, blowing numb Chen Song's bare ankles, and she stood stiffly in place, her heart colding a little bit.

What's the point of coming back here if it can't be changed after all......

Just when Chen Song would rather it be just a dream, the rusty door shaft suddenly creaked.

She hurriedly looked up.

The door was opened, and the delicate face of her mother Ding Huifen was as haggard as a ghost in the night, and her body under the big cotton jacket was so thin, as if it would break when the wind blew, and the calloused hands wiped endless tears from the bottom of her eyes: "You are all mother's heart, how can my mother be willing to leave you alone in this world? Is my mother sorry for you...... But you can eat and dress well with Chen Shiming, and you can only endure hardships if you follow me......"

Chen Yang raised his little head: "Yangyang is not afraid of hardship. When Yangyang grows up, I will build a big house for you and your sister, so that you and your sister will no longer have to suffer!"

Ding Huifen opened her mouth and was stunned for a moment, the tip of her nose was red, tears were pouring down like rain, and she hugged the two children into her arms in distress.

The faint scent of laundry detergent comes to the face, it is very familiar and smells good.

Chen Song hadn't smelled this kind of smell for a long time, and the bitterness that had accumulated in his heart for more than ten years was unconsciously lifted, his eyes were warm, and the night breeze was so cold that it was in his heart.

Even if it's a dream, it's good to live in this world and be cared for......

"Mom, I won't let you suffer again in this life, don't you go?" she asked softly, closing her eyes.

Ding Huifen nodded with red eyes, and didn't understand the meaning of her daughter's "this life": "Okay, mom won't leave, mom won't go anywhere......"