I didn't wait for Yanzi's message, and got off the train at the station in disappointment and various speculations, and I went home with my daughter in my arms. When I arrived at the door, I rummaged through my pockets and found that I didn't have the keys with me. At this moment, I am not an exaggeration to describe it as "frosted eggplant", looking at the door in front of me standing quietly, loneliness and loneliness all hit. Thankfully, he also has a daughter in his arms.

I took out my mobile phone and called the management office, and they promised to arrange for a master who often does maintenance to come and help, and asked me to wait patiently.

Hanging up the phone, because I don't know how long I had to wait, I sat down cross-legged against the locked security door, and my daughter sat on my crossed legs, her back resting on my arms.

"Chenchen, what if Grandma can't speak and can't walk well in the future?" I stretched out my right hand and rubbed her yellowed hair up and down, and then rested my chin on top of her head.

"Grandma is not a child, why can't she speak or walk?" she turned her head, and her big dark and bright eyes flickered, full of question marks.

"What if, I mean what if. I deliberately didn't look her in the eye, and leaned my head against the door behind me, looking at a light in the hallway. This light is here every day, since the first day we moved in, and today I found out that it is round. I have the impression that it seems to have broken down once or twice, but it was quickly repaired by the maintenance master, and I didn't care too much.

"Oh, yes, I can't speak, I can send WeChat!" The daughter pressed her slender little index finger to her head to make a thinking motion, and after a while came up with an idea, "If you can't leave, I'll take her hand and learn slowly." The whole tone sounded so familiar.

I thought about her words carefully, and my eyes lit up, this is indeed a good idea, but I didn't expect that at the critical moment, this little guy's head turned upside down quickly.

I patted her on the head and took her in my arms, "Baby, thank you for reminding Mommy that you had such a great idea." ”

"Baby, Mom, can I play with your phone now?" she deliberately widened her eyes and blinked at me quickly and violently, with a naughty look that made people love and couldn't help it.

"Well, for the sake of your great idea today, as a bonus, you can play one more time. I didn't refuse, and just put the phone in her hand.

"Yeh......" She stretched out her index and middle fingers and held them high as if she had won a great victory, and her whole body was full of excitement and joy.

"Children are so young, they all play with their mobile phones!" A voice suddenly interjected, this voice was thick with a little sense of the vicissitudes of the world, but it was not sad, but a little kind.

When I looked up, I saw an uncle in a blue uniform, probably in his 50s, with a rich and swarthy face, smiling eyes, and a very kind look despite the deep wrinkles.

"Oh, hehe. "I put my daughter down and stood up against the door behind me, and after sitting for too long, my feet were numb, so I had to stand against the door.

"I've been sitting for too long, just rub it. Did you forget the key to your door?" asked the uncle with a smile.

"Well, I was in too much of a hurry to go out in the morning, and I forgot the keys. "It's quite embarrassing to think of my panic.

"I must be in a hurry to go out, right? Young people are stressed, and it's nothing, just pay attention next time." The uncle said kindly, and took out tools from a green handbag, including a hammer and a saw.

"Well, yes. I'm in too much of a hurry in the morning to trouble you. As I spoke, the numbness in my feet had disappeared, and I walked away from the door and said politely.

"It's okay, no trouble. It's good to have something to do, and you can have a chat! Otherwise, when you're older, it's boring to be idle. He said to me as he began to figure out where to start.

"Oh, that's right, how old is Uncle?" I accosted.

"I'm 58 years old, my two children are here, I have a job, I have a family, I have children, and I rarely go back, so I came along. The consumption here is high, I have a little skill and I found a job, earn some money without dragging them down, and my wife is at home to help them take care of the children, which also reduces their burden. It's not easy for young people in big cities, they leave in the morning after work, sometimes they have to work overtime in the evening, they don't know when they come back, and they leave early the next day. Sometimes I have to go on a business trip, and when I go out, it is ten days and half a month, and when I see each other in a month, I don't count a few days. When eating, you can't see anyone, let alone talk. Your generation said that it was materially developed, but in fact, I don't think it was as comfortable as when we were poor, and we were at least able to go home every day. The uncle's chatterbox opened suddenly, and he sighed and talked thoughtfully about his family.

"Uncle, it's not easy for you to understand them!" I have always been very good at these parents, and I thought for a while before I remembered such a sentence.

At this moment, I think of my mother, I spend all the time I can on work except for work and writing, and I rarely gossip with her, and sometimes I even feel that these meaningless chats are a waste of time. Does Mom feel the same way? Does she feel lonely at home all day?

"What is easy and not easy, you live well, is our greatest happiness! We parents don't ask for anything else!" the uncle let out a long sigh. This is the uncle's heart, and it should also be the common voice of parents all over the world, "Okay, the door is open, your lock heart needs to be replaced with a new one!"

Walking in the door, walking into this familiar home, nothing has changed, as if nothing has happened, the sofa is still the same sofa, the TV is still the same TV. Mom's voice seemed to be ringing in my ears, "Xiaolan, it's time to eat!" "Xiaolan, let's eat noodles, make hand-rolled noodles for you!"

When I got to the kitchen, the blue rice washing basin on the ground was still lying there quietly, no one paid attention to it, it seemed a little sad, without my mother's kitchen, you don't know what to do, where to go, right?

"Chenchen, you go find a dress to put on, and I'll make hand-rolled noodles for you to eat later, okay? I came back to my senses and said sadly to my daughter.

"Okay, it's just, is your cooking as delicious as Grandma?" the joy that flashed on her face quickly replaced with suspicion.

"Mommy will try!" I clenched my fists to cheer myself on.