In the first semester of the third year of high school, as before, in addition to classes, there were exercise sets and test papers, and of course, Shen Siyan's supervision. This makes Yan Mo unable to be lazy, but there is also an advantage, that is, her grades have stabilized, and she doesn't need the teacher to invite her to the office to "drink tea".

Time is like a silent stream, flowing slowly, and in the blink of an eye it is the end of the semester. In anticipation, we ushered in the third winter vacation of my high school career.

There are many benefits to the holiday, such as not having to get up early, not having to run 800 meters, and not having to do those unfinished questions... It's just that even though there are thousands of good ones, if you can't see him, it's not very good.

Yan Mo was lying on the windowsill, counting the days, ah... I haven't seen him in a week, so I miss him...

Yan Mo picked up the phone, tapped the keyboard quickly, and a text message was sent out like this.

Shen Siyan was sitting in the study and looking down at the book, even if it was a holiday, he didn't seem to be slacking off.

The phone vibrate, he looked up, then put down the book in his hand and clicked on the inbox. It was a message from Yan Mo: "It's so boring o(╥_╥)o"

The simple three words and one expression made Shen Siyan raise the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she remembered her silly appearance on weekdays. It's just that after he read it, he didn't reply, and looked at the book by himself. Thereupon...

"What are you doing?"

"Have you eaten?"

"Why don't you reply to my messages..."

"Did you throw your phone in the corner again?

"I miss you so much..."

...

A text message bombardment made Shen Siyan cry and laugh. He had to put down the book in his hand and replied seriously.

In fact, Shen Siyan rarely texts. First, few people send him messages, and secondly, he is still used to calling, so that he can convey the meaning more clearly.

Wen Jing would occasionally send text messages, but most of them would not reply, and if there was anything urgent, he would call her back and ask her what was wrong. After coming and going, Wen Jing didn't send him a message, just call directly if there is something.

It's just that at this moment, he is holding his mobile phone and slowly replying to her word by word.

Yan Mo was lying in bed, holding her phone high, staring at the screen tightly. The mobile phone was ringing, it was a message from Shen Siyan. She quickly clicked on, "Not yet, I'm reading, and so am I." ”

After receiving his message, Yan Mo rolled happily in the bed, and he missed me too! (*^▽^*)

It's just that... It's past one o'clock, why hasn't he eaten yet?

"Shen Siyan, let's go eat something together, I'm hungry. ”

Shen Siyan glanced at the clock, frowned slightly, but still typed a "good" word between his fingers and sent it out.

The two met at the agreed place. Seeing Shen Siyan's approaching figure from afar, Yan Mo couldn't wait to greet him.

"Shen Siyan. Yan Mo's hand naturally held the crook of his arm, his eyes full of smiles.

Shen Siyan touched her head and smiled dotingly: "Let's go, go eat." ”

The two came to a noodle restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodles by themselves, but Yan Mo didn't eat a few bites, so he stopped moving his chopsticks, secretly raised his head, and looked at him eating one bite at a time.

"Why don't you eat?" Shen Siyan felt the gaze coming from her and raised his eyes and asked.

Yan Mo subconsciously lowered her head and took a sip.

Actually, she wasn't hungry, but... He hasn't eaten yet, so...

In my impression, he always seems to be like this, with endless exercises and endless books, and... will forget to eat. At school, she could still take him to eat with her, but after the holidays, he became the same again, forgetting to sleep and eat.

The time with him always passed quickly, and it was already dark in the blink of an eye. Shen Siyan sent Yan Mo home, and the long and short figures under the street lamp were very close, infatuated and lingering.

As soon as I arrived at Yan Mo's door, I met Yan's mother, who seemed to have just come back from shopping, and she was still carrying a bottle of soy sauce in her hand.

When Mother Yan saw Shen Siyan, she greeted him with a smile and led him into the door enthusiastically.

"Siyan, our family makes dumplings today, you stay for dinner and taste Auntie's craftsmanship. Yan's mother rolled out the dumpling wrappers and said with a smile.

Shen Siyan nodded, stood still at the table, and picked up a small piece of dough, "Auntie teach me how to make dumplings." ”

"I'm going to learn, I'm going to learn. Yan Mo also shouted to join.

"Good~"

"Look! Yan Mo spread his palms like a treasure, showing off his achievements.

Shen Siyan glanced at it and tried his best to hold back, but he couldn't help laughing.

Yan Mo looked at her mother and wanted to seek comfort: "It's obviously good!, isn't it?"

Mother Yan smiled but said nothing.

After Shen Siyan laughed, he added: "I really don't dare to compliment." ”

Yan Mo grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at him. His reaction was quick, and he dodged it with a slight flash.

"Shen Siyan, you stop me! Let you laugh at me!"

Mother Yan looked at the two children in front of her frolicking, and her eyes were full of smiles: "Okay, okay, don't make trouble." Wash your hands, it's time to sit down and eat dumplings. ”

There was a powder mist in the air, and the vision was hazy, but I could hear the laughter inside, full of happiness, so that the winter was no longer cold, and the boy warmed his heart.

...

When Yan Mo woke up again, it was already early the next morning, and her mother was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at her with a worried face.

Yan Mo called her mother softly, sat up with her body propped up, and a tingling pain came from the back of her hand, which made her consciousness awake instantly, and the smile gradually disappeared on her face, it turned out that everything was just a dream... But how could the dream be so real? so real that you could reach out and touch the temperature of his palm...

"Momo, today is the 27th, is your body able to eat? Let's take two more days off with the leader, you finally came back this time, and I want you to stay for two more days." ”

Yan Mo suddenly woke up in the voice of her mother's inquiry, oh... It's time to go back to work. After receiving Wen Jing's email, she and the president took a month off, and now that the vacation is full, it's time to go back. Time, it's fast...

"It's okay, Mom, I just caught a cold when I attended the class reunion two days ago, just take some medicine, don't worry, I'm such an adult, I'll take care of myself." ”

Mother Yan looked at Yan Mo reluctantly, with a hint of loss in her expression. Yan Mo realized that she hadn't been back for four years.

That year, my mother was seriously ill, and I applied for a leave of absence from the university, and only after confirming that my mother's illness had recovered, I went to the university to report, and since then I have never returned home, but entrusted a neighbor to help take care of my mother.

Since then, Yan Mo has been working part-time in addition to studying, in order to reduce the pressure on her mother, she has worked part-time to make up for her tuition, and she is very busy, and she has no time to come back at all, but occasionally calls her mother to learn about her recent situation.

Yan Mo looked at her mother, who was a little vicissitudes, and felt that her daughter was too incompetent, so she hugged her with a guilty face, and buried her head on her mother's shoulder: "I'm sorry, Mom." ”

"Silly boy, I'm sorry for what you say. ”

"I promise to come back to see you more often, all these years... I'm sorry..."

"It's me who I'm sorry for you, in order to reduce my burden, you haven't suffered less in the past few years, and you've lost weight outside..."

"Mom..."

Yan's mother said, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and in order to hide her feelings, she hurriedly got up and packed up her clothes for Yan Mo.

The gentle voice of advice came into Yan Mo's ears: "A person should take good care of himself..."

She replied in a faintly nasal voice, "Well, I will." ”