In the cool morning, Mo Wei pinched his forehead, recalled the situation last night, and unconsciously showed a smile, kneading, the slight drunkenness left after last night's madness was slowly dissipating.

"I don't know how many times we will get together like this in the future......"

In the silence, Mo Wei couldn't help but feel that as he grew older, as his partners stepped into the society one by one and shouldered their respective burdens, there were only a few crazy people like this, and they couldn't go back to their youth, and some were just reminiscing and obsessed with that time.

With the change of years, what used to be nothing to talk about has gradually become silent, and the smiling teenagers of the past have also flowed in the years and become a picture in memory, and now there is only depression under the sun.

Not long after staying, Mo Wei exchanged a few words with the landlord, and with a wave of his hand, he pushed two suitcases and left here.

"Goodbye. ”

At the station on the side of the road, Mo Wei looked here from afar, the beating of memory, and the faces that emerged, with the moment he got on the train, they also drifted away like the wind.

Like Mo Wei's character, he hated parting and didn't want to owe, so he didn't bother anyone before leaving, but just sent a message to Shen Mingfeng informing him of leaving, and finally chose to go alone.

This is because, in Mo Wei's eyes, he has received too many favors in this life, and he has not been able to cut it endlessly, and even a send-off has become a small debt in his heart!

Although there is reluctance, but helplessness.

For the next few hours, Mo was on the move, after the bus, there was a transfer of different subway lines, and at dusk, he returned to the place where he remembered going to middle school, where his father stayed when he was alive.

After getting out of the car, Mo Wei took a deep breath, and he didn't know where to look in the distance, full of complexity.

After so many years of wandering, because of the different experiences, "home" has no concept in his place, at most it is just a noun, not because he does not want to come here, but because it carries too much sadness for him, and has become a place that he longs for but does not dare to touch.

Many traces in the memory are indelible over the years, just as Mo Worry thought at this time, where he was dependent on his sister when he was a child, and ate the cabbage life without the next meal, the cruelty of being abandoned and left alone is difficult for him to recall.

There is also the helpless dependence in the rain, the feelings that sprouted in the youth are being collided with reality, and now the cracked pictures full of sores in the memories make his heart ache even more.

After being silent for a long time, Mo Yu slowly dispersed these thoughts, slowly took out his mobile phone, and dialed the uncle's number according to his memory: "Hey, uncle, I'm Xiao You." ”

"Hey, I'm worried! Where are you? Well, don't move, I'll pick you up and meet you. ”

In just ten minutes, an old man with dark skin and white sideburns appeared in Mo You's sight, compared with the strong black man in his memory, the years have been too profound on his body, if it weren't for the same black skin, Mo Wu would almost not recognize it.

Mo Wei knew that Uncle Hei was not his own uncle, but his father's brother for decades, although so, this Uncle Hei was not as cruel as his father, and Mo Wei's sister and brother were taken care of by him when they were children.

"I haven't seen you for so long, but I've grown up...... Get in the car and I'll take you somewhere. Uncle Black greeted.

The old battery car squeaked, Mo Wei sat behind the uncle, and under his driving, the battery car stopped in a community a quarter of an hour later.

"Xiao worry, your father left you a house, just in this community, I'll take you to see it. ”

Mo Wei followed him upstairs in silence.

On the sixth floor, Uncle Hei took out a bunch of keys, opened the door, removed one of the keys and handed it to Mo Wei, looked at him in silence, his face showed complexity, and said softly:

"When your father was alive, he often sighed to me, saying that he owed you too much, and he wanted to make up for it but couldn't make up for it, but as the father of this family, he had a lot of helplessness, so he wanted to give you a home, which was his last wish. ”

Mo Wei put down his luggage, quietly looked at the house that had been renovated, some exquisite decorations, his heart could not speak, this had made him resentful and inseparable blood, in the face of his death and what he is doing now, his heart has a more layer of exhaustion.

Xu is resentment is also in a daze with the passing of the man, as if he can't find the direction...... Eventually, it slowly dissipated in deep exhaustion.

In countless mental struggles, Mo Wei could not forgive his father, coupled with the harm caused by reality, which once put him in a cynical state.

He complained about his father's abandonment of his own mother, and the cruelty of ignoring his sister and brother, which made him feel a pain that could not breathe like a fish that left the water.

"Thank you, uncle...... I want to be quiet!"

Sitting alone for a long time, the sky was slowly darkening, and at this moment, Mo Wei went out of the door, walking towards the memory with complicated thoughts.

The small downtown area, the criss-crossing streets, the lights flicker, illuminate everything here, the dim corner of the street is a middle school, the shops along the road are still the same, people or new, but still the same as usual, greeting each other and laughing, everything here seems to have not changed, to say change, the only change may be that things are not human.

As he kept walking, Mo Yu's thoughts were complicated, his eyes flickered, and his memory seemed to be slipping away, as if he had returned to the worry-free past, and the shy young man who loved to laugh was still running here.

"I'm back......"

At this moment, there is no imaginary excitement, there is just a touch of bitterness after the passage of time.