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The winter night is very cold, and the temperature in the north has dropped very low, so low that the white snow on the ground has not melted in the slightest.

A boy in a wide and ill-fitting cotton coat sat alone in his small courtyard, his eyes staring at the misty crescent moon in the sky.

"Son, why haven't you slept so late!" a tall man walked in from outside the courtyard gate, and when he saw the boy sitting in the courtyard, his thick face burst into a smile, "Look, I brought you something back!"

As he spoke, the man raised what he was holding in his hand and shook it in front of the boy.

"Sugar gourd!" the boy jumped up and pounced on him when he saw it.

The man deliberately raised the things in his hand high, so that the child could not reach, the boy was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, and it took a long time for the man to feel that the teasing was enough, and handed the string of sugar gourds to the child, the boy took a strong bite and took a big bite, the hawthorn coated with sugar held his cheeks high, the boy looked at the father chewing the food in his mouth with a beautiful face, the man stroked the child's head, and looked at the son's eyes full of love.

A cold wind blew and blew away the original real picture, the boy wrapped his clothes a little tighter, rubbed his sour eyes, looked at the dark courtyard, and sighed deeply, his sigh was so long, with a desolation that was far from what he should have at his age.

The boy looked up at the crescent moon in the sky again, he had no watch, he didn't know what time it was, he only knew that his mother had not returned, and since his father's body was buried three weeks ago, his mother had been almost every day like today, late and still did not know where she was.

In fact, since the day when the police came to the door and said that the father's car had been found and the father was missing, the mother began to leave every now and then, at first quietly after the boy fell asleep, and then evolved into leaving without waiting for him to sleep, and hastily finishing dinner.

The search and investigation of the father lasted for more than a year, in this year or so, the mother spent less and less time at home, most of the time, when the boy opened his eyes in the morning, she was already gone, and when the boy returned home from school, there was still only a cold pot and a cold stove waiting for him at home, the mother and son met very little, and the boy wanted to ask his mother about his whereabouts many times, but every time he opened his mouth, he would be scolded, and over time, he was also timid and unwilling to speak.

How many nights did the boy lie alone in bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, thinking over and over again, wondering where his father had gone, why had he abandoned the truck he was driving, and whether he had abandoned himself and his mother in the same way?

Did my mother hide out because she was afraid that she would feel sad when she saw her face? Because everyone said that he was very energetic and had absorbed all the good qualities of his parents, but he was more like his father.

Mother must have missed her father, thinking about it as if her whole person had been hollowed out, as if she felt every day.

Three weeks ago, the police came to the door again and told him and his mother that his father had found him. At that moment, the boy felt that his throat and eyes were itching, and he almost couldn't suppress his laughter, but the other party's next sentence sealed his laughter in his throat and eyes, and there was no way to make it.

My father died, and my father, who had been doing his duty for more than 30 years and supported his family by driving a long-distance truck, not only was robbed of all the goods because of his kindness, but he also lost his life and threw his body in a desolate cave.

On the day of his father's burial, the mother did not shed a single tear, nor did the boy, he gritted his teeth, and his lips had deep tooth marks.

He secretly looked at his mother countless times, thinking in his heart that his mother had done the right thing, and if his father could come back and see all this, he would definitely praise the strength of their mother and son, because since he was very young, his father said to him, we are men, and men don't flick when they have tears.

Thinking of this, the boy's nose was sore, the corners of his eyes moistened, he raised his head, stared at the night sky and blinked his eyes, trying to get the tears back into his eyes, never letting half a tear wet his clothes. The cotton coat on his body was his father's favorite one, he said, he wore it when he and his mother got married, and he was usually reluctant to take it out, and always folded it in the cabinet.

After his father's death, almost all the things that belonged to him were disposed of by his mother, and the boy took advantage of his mother's inattention to secretly leave this cotton coat, he thought to himself, his mother must be afraid to see his father's relics and feel sad, but when he thought that there was nothing around him that could prove his father's existence, his heart also tore the same pain. So he stole the cotton coat and carefully did not let his mother find out, for fear that he would accidentally stab his mother's heart.

Although his father is gone, there is still him, and he will definitely work hard to grow up and become a talent, relying on his own strength to take good care of his mother.

My father once said that my mother was not an easy woman, and her husband was away from home for almost half of the year, and she was left at home alone, and she had to pull her son, so both father and son had to be very good to their mother as compensation and repayment.

Now that my father is gone, let him bear the happiness promise that my father promised to my mother!

The boy sniffled, his body shrunk a little, and the tears that were about to burst out consumed the little heat that was left in his body, he was not old enough, the stove at home could not be used, when his mother was away, he was often dragged to the house by the aunts and aunts of the neighborhood, and today it was very unfortunate that when he came back from school, he did not meet the neighbors left and right, although he was very hungry, and the kitchen at home was empty, not even a mouse could be seen, but his young self-esteem did not allow him to knock on the neighbor's door, just to ask for a meal to fill his stomach。

Tightening his body, the boy's whole body almost shrank into his father's old cotton clothes, and there seemed to be a remnant of his father's breath on the cotton clothes, which made him feel relieved for no reason in the cold winter night, and he fell asleep against the wall in a groggy state.

I don't know how long it took, the boy was shaken awake, he opened his eyes in a daze, and felt that his face was almost numb and unconscious, and his mother was standing beside him, frowning and looking at him.

"Mom, you're back!" As soon as the boy saw his mother, he immediately jumped down from the stone pier where he was sheltering, and he didn't know if it was in a position that lasted too long, and when he landed, his feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

The mother took a step back, the expression on her face a little impatient.

"Can you save people's hearts like this kid?" she rebuked unhappily, "If you don't honestly take it in the house in the middle of the night, what kind of demon do you come out to do!"

The boy shrank for a moment, clutching the placket of the cotton coat tightly with both hands, for fear that his mother would find out something and be even more unhappy.

Sadly, the mother did not discover the secret of the cotton garment, and did not even seem to notice how wide and ill-fitting it was on her son's body.

"Go back to the house and go to sleep!" the mother ordered, and the boy did not dare to disobey, so he hurriedly trotted back to his room, got into the bed, rolled up his father's cotton clothes, and held them in his arms.

The mother returned, which made the boy's heart very steady, and the still silent home seemed to be a little more angry, so that he no longer felt so afraid. So, he gradually relaxed, buried his face in his father's old cotton clothes, and fell into a deep sleep.