For Xiang Chunzao, who is middle-aged, no matter what kind of days he has, he flies, and in the blink of an eye, after the Spring Festival, it is also the day when his daughter returns to school. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Early in the morning, after cooking and washing, and simply cleaning up the housework, I sent my daughter to the airport, watched her enter the security checkpoint, waved goodbye, turned around, and calmly shuttled through the crowd, until I walked out of the automatic door, a gust of cold wind hit, and I suddenly woke up.

Looking around, there were flowing figures everywhere, all busy with their own business, and no one paid attention to her, a lonely woman.

I got in the car, mechanical and numb, and somehow got home and sat on the sofa. Looking at the empty home, only the lonely puppy barked, persistently around his feet, and still had a trace of life.

I got up and walked into the small bedroom, and in the sun, the rattan chair was still standing quietly in front of the window.

Mom! My heart was like a knife, I ran over, lying on the rattan chair where my mother had sit, and wept silently to the early spring, unable to calm down for a long time.

Gradually, a chill spread from the soles of my feet, getting colder and colder, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Xiang Chunzao straightened up, and at a glance saw the puppy curled up timidly beside him, his eyes full of grievances.

The poor little thing, Xiang Chunzao couldn't bear it, stretched out his hands and hugged them in his arms, pressed his cheeks, and kept stroking: "Baby, mother's baby, grandma is no longer here, and she can't come back, there will only be you in the future, only you and your mother as companions." What are we going to do, what are we going to do?"

Carrying the puppy around the house, talking to herself, as if the puppy could understand her, and muttering incessantly. When I opened my eyes and closed my eyes, I was full of my mother's shadow, I took a deep breath and breathed shallowly, and I couldn't suppress my mother's smell everywhere, and I couldn't suppress my heart from missing it, and I didn't dare to breathe because of the pain in the early spring.

"Remember these earrings? These are the only dowry you've left, so I'll show you them." Sitting in front of the dresser, Xiang Chunzao took out the small brocade box left by his mother, took out a pair of pearl earrings and put them on, "Mom, it's so beautiful, it's elegant and beautiful, it's very tasteful." You always say that I look like my father, but I actually look like you. ”

took off the earrings, put them back in the brocade box, locked them in the drawer, and smiled softly at Xiang Chunzao: "Mom, I will treasure it, leave it to our Miao Miao, I'm tired, I'm going to rest for a while." ”

closed the curtains, curled up on the bed, dazed, the situation of the night of the KTV suddenly appeared, the husband and the woman, Han Qiushi and Wang Manli, entangled, still entangled, full of the smell of alcohol, gradually thickened, black smoke miasma, kneaded together.

The tighter and tighter the ball, the closer it rolled, wrapped around the body, and there was still no dirty thing with limbs and facial features.

"No! Get out!" After several struggles, Xiang Chun woke up early, why did he have such a nightmare again? clutching his chest, his head was dizzy, as if he had been filled with lead.

The light was dim, what time was it? Rubbing his temples, Xiang Chun got out of bed, opened the curtains, and the room lit up all of a sudden. Oh, it's early in the morning, it's time to go for a walk with the baby.

Walking out of the bedroom, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when I turned my head, I saw Liu Zhiqiang lying on the sofa asleep, full of alcohol.

When did you come back? Why didn't you hear any sound? Whatever about him, the baby is still in a hurry to Lazar.

Wanting to ignore it anymore, Xiang Chunzao put on a down jacket, opened the door, and led the puppy out.

Winter mornings are cold and cold.

Shrunk to the side of the flower bed, watched the puppy scatter joy, his head was blank, until the puppy wagged its tail and rubbed itself, before he came to his senses and led it home.

Ignoring Liu Zhiqiang on the sofa, Xiang Chunzao concentrated on making breakfast.

Rice porridge, fried eggs, flower rolls, and small pickles are laid out one by one. Mom, are you up yet? It's time for breakfast. Walking to the small bedroom, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes were red in the morning.

Mom, my dear mother is gone, never again! I can no longer hear her daughter's cries, and I will never eat her daughter's breakfast again.

Squatted down, "pop pop" tears fell on the floor, and there was nowhere to put it in the empty heart of Chunzao. The puppy ran over and stayed quietly at his feet, guarding, as if to comfort his owner and himself.

Returned to the dining table, pulled out the chair where my mother often sits, put the puppy on it, sat down by myself, and ate breakfast slowly, as if I was still accompanied by my mother, Xiang Chun was talking while eating, thinking about what to do for dinner and what vegetables to buy, and I didn't realize that Liu Zhiqiang, who was sleeping on the sofa, had woken up and was looking at her with complicated eyes.

Is this a demon? Who are you talking to? Is it talking to a baby? Can it understand? Really, it's going to be fine, right? Liu Zhiqiang felt furious in his heart, stood up, and wanted to walk over but couldn't take a step.

From the death of his mother-in-law to the present, this home has become an ice cellar for him, his wife does not pay attention to him at all, and his daughter is slightly better, and she is only limited to greetings. Ignore it, isn't there still a delicate Wang Yanyan? I don't have to keep me here, I have a place to keep me.

However, you can't eat breakfast before going out? This appetite makes the wine uncomfortable, how comfortable should it be to drink a bowl of rice porridge? Thinking about a very delicious breakfast, Liu Zhiqiang walked over.

Oh, hearing the sound of dragging footsteps, Xiang Chunzao turned his head, he was still at home? What is he doing back to this house? Still want to eat the breakfast I made? What a joke.

Standing up, three times and two times, the food on the table went into the trash.

Mom, forgive me for wasting this time, I won't cook for him again, let him use our dishes and chopsticks, I feel disgusted. After cleaning up the dining table, Xiang Chunzao walked into the bathroom and locked the door from the inside.

Watching his wife walk past him, his eyes were indifferent, Liu Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, is this still the temperamentless Xiang Chunzao? From the acquaintance to the present, he has always followed himself, even if he did something wrong, said a few good words and coaxed, didn't all of them disappear?

Dumping food? This was unthinkable before. The mother-in-law has always emphasized that every grain is hard work, and you can't waste food, and the old lady is gone, so she doesn't care?

The people of Fuba are still temperamental, see how long you can screw it? When it's coming, it's not that you give in? Just pour it, I won't go to the street to eat?

Alas, Wang Yanyan is good at everything, but she can't cook, but what about that little brain, who is dexterous, can't she learn it? What's so difficult? What kind of prestige do you play? Don't look at what you've become when you leave? Who will want you if you leave me? It's really self-explanatory.

Wearing shoes, Liu Zhiqiang complained indifferently, opened the door, walked out, looked back at the puppy squatting at the door, squeezed his eyes, tightened his nose, closed the door with a "bang", and shook downstairs.