At midnight, the heartwarming storyline comes to mind like a drama. It's so real that people want to reach out and touch it, but the ethereal moment turns into pieces.

Even when my mind was in chaos, I never confused this dream with reality. I often hate myself and dream of competition, so why be so sensible.

It's still that dream, after school, with excitement and anticipation, I trotted back to that warm place by stepping on the fallen leaves, and then, excitedly, pushed the door in.

It was a pink gift box, and my father was looking at the sunset by the window, waiting for me to rush up and open the box, and then jumped up and down beside him with joy. The smell of garlic wafting from the kitchen was the smell of carp, the mother was holding a shovel and looking at the frolicking father and daughter with a smile in the corner of her eyes, a woman's quiet and serene temperament was best displayed in her, and the air was full of harmony.

If the dream has been frozen in this one picture, I believe that every time you wake up from the dream, it will be free. But judging by what has happened to me over the years. God has never given a chance to say that if, every time it is confronted, it is a reality with thorns, which makes people drenched in blood but does not give a chance to breathe and heal.

Struggling to break free from the nightmare, at first a little confused, but now it's a master of it. I got up and washed myself, and before I went out, I sat in front of the mirror and took a closer look at myself in the glasses, ponytail, formal wear, and just the right amount of high heels, which was too conservative for my age. But the advantage of formal wear is that after choosing the basic model, you can wear it for many years at once, and there is no such thing as obsolescence. This is the most suitable for me, who is relatively weak in economic strength.

The position I hold at my current company is human resources, and although I chose my major at university, it is my favorite department. Because no matter which company the personnel is in, there is basically no great sense of existence, and the competition, assessment, approval, etc. of various departments do not need our interference. If nothing goes wrong, the leaders will not remember that we are a logistics department.

You don't have to be on the cusp of a fixed salary, you don't have to worry about being squeezed out by someone with a better business, and you don't have a list that threatens your leadership. Although it doesn't make much, it is really suitable for a person who has no ambitions.

In the interval between work, I thought that my mother's daily necessities in the nursing home should also be used up, and slowly stayed up until half past five to get off work, went to the supermarket to buy something, simply sorted them, and got on the bus to the nursing home, the weather outside was gloomy as if it was about to swallow the city at any time, I changed my hands with a shopping bag full of things, shook my legs that were a little throbbing because I had stood for a long time in high heels, hoping to get to the nursing home before I was more than scooping.

Three years ago, my mother insisted on coming to the sanatorium to recuperate, but I tried to save her again and again, so she had to go. Actually, this is not up to me, my mother will think of my father when she sees me, and what will follow is not the sweetness of Qin Se and Ming raising their eyebrows, but the shame and anger and resentment brought by a series of betrayals and blows.

For me, she is my last relative, my only concern in this world, and with her, my life seems real at the very least.

But for her, I was a repetition of her nightmare, and every time she saw me, her heart, which had never been calm, would rise again, crushing her and destroying me.

I didn't come to see her often after I moved to the nursing home, not because I didn't miss her, but on the contrary, I longed for her to be able to shush me and laugh and talk to me like she used to. However, every time I see her, it is not a small stimulus for her. She's been miserable all her life, she's been crazy all her life, and in her old age, I don't want to break her peace because of my frequent presence.

When she insisted on staying in a nursing home, she wanted to use half of her life savings, but I didn't agree because it was her last guarantee.

But I couldn't get the fee for a while, and I couldn't tell my mother, so I could only borrow some from Su Ye. I wrote an IOU to Su Ye, saying that I would return it within five years. But Su Ye has always insisted that this can't be regarded as a loan, saying that it is to do his brother's intention to help his sister, and I was really short of money at that time, so I didn't insist anymore, but just silently wrote it down, and if I saved enough money in the future, I still have to pay it back.

Before I had time to pause, the bus had stopped at the entrance of the nursing home, and when I got off the bus, I couldn't help but sigh while holding on to the handle.

The water in the ground was no longer up to the ankles, and even swirled to one side, and in the muddy rain, there were even some insect corpses. This sudden heavy rain brought me inconvenience, but it brought ruin to these little lives. Aren't people like this worm? What is as simple as an ant to solve for others may be a whole life for another.

After struggling for a while, I still took off my shoes and put them in my bag, and got on the ground barefoot, this pair of shoes cost a few hundred yuan, if it wasn't for the company's image, I wouldn't buy them, a few hundred yuan are enough to buy a month's daily necessities for my mother, in case it is damaged by the rain, I have to spend a few hundred dollars to buy a new one, I don't have so much spare money.

Although it was autumn, the rain was biting cold. I shook myself to try to ward off the chill, carefully avoiding the insects and dead branches, and ran to the sanatorium with my hands in my hands in the pouring rain.

Grandpa Qiu, the doorman, ran over with an umbrella from afar, and kept chanting: "You child, I've come to see your mother again, why don't you take an umbrella when it's raining so hard, oops, why are you still barefoot, you can't soak in the rain this season, especially you girls, you must not get cold, it's not good to leave the root of the disease." You young people just don't take care of your body, and you will regret it when you get old. ”

I looked at Grandpa Qiu, whose trouser legs and shoes were already wet, and my heart was full of gratitude. Grandpa Qiu sent me to the bottom of the corridor, comforted me and went back. I continued to walk on my own, and the closer I got to the room, the more uncertain I became.

Slowly pushing the door open, my mother sat in front of the window with her back to me, and she didn't look back when she heard the movement, wondering if she saw me come in just now. After thinking for a while, he said softly: "Mom, I'll bring you something." ”

"Hmm. ”

The mother was still like that, her tone was light, she couldn't hear any emotion, and she didn't mean to say a word more.

"Mom, how are you doing?"

I really can't think of any other topics other than how I'm coming, and most importantly, she's not really interested in other topics.

"It's good. Mother said lightly.

I don't know what she was thinking, whether it was the water column in the window of the house in the past, or the heavy rain that changed our lives 10 years ago.

It was quiet and I could hear her uneasy heartbeat, but I couldn't bear it.

"Mom, I'm leaving. ”

"Hmm. ”

The moment the door closed softly, the mother seemed to remember something. said: "There is an umbrella on the shelf behind the door, you can use it." Don't come next time it's like this, I don't lack anything here. ”

This sudden concern made the tip of my nose sore, and I quickly waved my hand and said, "I don't need the umbrella, I'll take a taxi to go, Mom, you take care of your body." ”

When I walked to the door, Grandpa Qiu smiled and walked over to greet me, "Zhen Rou, are you leaving?" Grandpa Qiu's kind voice always made people feel a burst of warmth.

I sniffed, forced down the loss in my heart, and replied, "Well, Grandpa Qiu, if it's too late, there will be no bus." ”

Grandpa Qiu patted me on the shoulder and comforted: "Good boy, there are not many sensible children like you, your mother will figure it out, you take good care of yourself." He sighed to himself.

"Well, thank you Grandpa Qiu, you have to take care of your body, I'll come over next time. After finishing speaking, he seemed to be relieved, and ran quickly like a bus stop sign with the umbrella handed over by Grandpa Qiu.