That night, he ate a hot meal that his father had put on the stove.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw that there were a lot of ingredients prepared in the kitchen, as if my father had specially prepared them.

He gently closed the kitchen door and cautiously walked into the room to see if his sleeping father was covered with the quilt.

Just as he was going out, his father, who was not asleep, stopped him and told him that he would get up tomorrow morning to make soup and let him take him to the hospital.

He simply replied with two "en", gently closed the door for his father, and walked into his room.

Looking at the street lamp outside the window, which was not very bright, he was confused, and he couldn't see the appearance of the light clearly.

In this helpless night, at this moment of heavy snowfall, he finally couldn't hold back his long-accumulated emotions, fell on the bed with a "bump", and cried bitterly in the bed.

This night he finally grew up, his heart was no longer so chaotic, even the voice was not so loud, he knew that he not only had his father who needed photos, but also his uncle lying on the hospital bed, only he did not wake up for a day, that was his responsibility, he should take care of it, all this was not because of tranquility, but more importantly, the gratitude in his heart!

People will experience some things in their lives, and they will make a part of growth, good things and bad things, all of which are experiences that are worth remembering and cherishing.

This night, he hid in the quilt and cried bitterly for half the night, without a little sleep, took out the long-lost pen and paper from the drawer, sat quietly at the table, and wrote a parting letter to his father with a lot of thoughts.

The letter was full of reluctance, but the reality told him that he wanted to protect the person he wanted to protect, and he wanted to pay off the debt that should be paid by himself.

Maybe he knows that he will give his father a lot of problems when he leaves, and in the face of Lin Xiaoxiao's parents at work, it is inevitable that he will not be hurt by gossip in life.

It's not that he wants to escape, but he thinks that now he just wants to be his true self, and he doesn't want to be held back by too much life, let alone live in the eyes and mouths of the world.

After writing the letter, he began to pack his simple luggage, and the only thing he didn't want to leave behind was the smiling face full of sunshine.

There is also that thick class directory, and in every page of blessings on it, there are basically names about him and her!

Gently flipping it open, they are all blessings to their pair of golden boys and girls in their eyes.

A few simple sets of clothes, a class book full of memories, a smile with a smiling face, and a whole suitcase filled.

It was already five o'clock in the morning, and the snow was still fluttering outside the window, as if to announce to the city that I was the most beautiful pride of winter.

He put his luggage away from his father's notice, and lay on the bed with all the thoughts in his mind clouded.

Hearing a "creak" door, he found that his father had gotten up and started to prepare various ingredients in the kitchen, preparing the soup to be sent to the hospital.

He also went out to prepare to help his father finish it together, watching his father's rough hand holding half a piece of ginger and constantly poking and washing!

I don't know when it started, but there were more and more gray hairs on my father's head, and only a little black hair could be seen in the hustle and bustle, as if white hair was better.

"I'll do it!" his words interrupted his father, who was washing ginger.

He looked back at him and said, "Go to sleep, I'll put it on the stove and go to sleep again, and I'll stew it at dawn." ”

Looking at his careful and warm appearance, his heart was inexplicably uncomfortable, and he didn't know if the path he chose was correct.

Watching Dad put the saucepan on the stove, he pulled his shoulder and put his coat on it, and walked slowly to the room.

He wanted to talk to him about something, but he didn't know how to speak, and he didn't know where to start, he and his father used to talk about everything, and I don't know when they started to talk about it, they have gone from talking about nothing to talking about to the point of having nothing to talk about.

The more I grow up, the more lonely I become, and many things can only be borne silently by myself, not that I can't say it, but I don't dare to say it, it's not that I don't dare to say it, but no one can say it, it's not that no one can say it, but I don't want to say it......

The unfathomable nature of fate slowly beats a lively musical note back to the indifferent lump of flesh in the red stripes, the impetuousness of society makes people fade off the skin of their bodies, exposed to the bright lights and wine is the evil cannibalistic monster, active in the fireworks willow alley, is the undead who have lost their will, and hidden under the rouge powder is a bloodthirsty skeleton.

Living in this developing era, ever-changing, unpredictable, even in the pure soul, cast into the circle of red dust, more or less will be a little tainted, as long as we stick to the original intention, do not forget the kindness!

On many roads, we are destined to be lonely, a lonely shadow, half of the waning moon, a cold wind, maybe sometimes mixed with a song we like, a glass of sake, a story, singing all the way in the wilderness, in the cold winter snow, stepping on the indifference of time, carrying a thick bag, chic forward.

Ctrip has a simple heart, chasing the wind and going with the snow, this kind of life is not a kind of free and easy pursuit.

However, people can't escape the word fate in this life, the entanglement of red dust that they can't get rid of, and the shackles of every life.

The stew pot on the stove was simmering, and it didn't take long for the smell of chicken stewed with mushrooms to fill the room.

Dad walked out of bed again, he lifted the lid on the ground, and looked at Han Chen motioning for him to lift the pot away, he felt a little foggy, and lifted the pot aside, only to see him put the lid on the stove as it was.

"Why do you want to cover it, isn't it just opened?" Han Chen asked a little puzzled.

Dad didn't answer him in time, but after closing it, he watched him put the pot on top and said slowly: "You don't know, do you? ”

Han Chen nodded, as if he understood what he meant.

"This soup is just like our life, after the water is boiled, we have to make a low fire, otherwise it will be overdone, and the soup in it will stew dry, and lose its original taste, so that the low fire can not only keep it fresh, but also let us eat its most beautiful taste!" Dad continued.

In fact, Han Chen hadn't covered what he wanted to express, but just understated the word "en".

"What are you gracious about. Do you understand what I mean?" asked Dad again.

Suddenly, he looked at him a little ignorantly, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"I want to tell you that being a human being should also be like this stew, don't forget your original dream, your original taste, and keep your original intention! That is the best taste. Dad continued to tell him!