Mo Feng was dressed in the night, with starlight, and finally stepped on the row of paths that belonged to his home, and the path was not completely hardened, just a gravel road.

When Mo Feng walked to the third gate of this row of people and listened, he looked at the red gate that was still dilapidated after all, and the door god that was pasted for the New Year, but it had faded, and one of them had been torn off in half, I don't know if it was man-made or nature.

Mo Feng, who was standing at the door, burst into tears in an instant, looked at the door, looked at the clothes he was wearing, sighed, and knocked on the iron gate.

And the wolf dog raised at home also barked, I don't know whether to welcome Mo Feng, who has been lost for a long time, or has lost the smell of Mo Feng's body, listening to the dog's barking, Mo Feng sighed and said: "Little wolf, I haven't seen you for a long time, have you forgotten me?"

As Mo Feng muttered, he heard a slightly tired voice.

"Who?"

"Mom, it's Mommy."

When Mo Feng heard this voice, he immediately muttered, and the swirling tears poured out, and his face was crossed.

At this moment, Mo Feng was already sluggish, and he had forgotten to answer his mother's words.

After a few seconds, the huge friction sound of the door resounded, the door was slowly opened, and the pale and vicissitudes of life were reflected in the moonlight, and Mo Feng's eyes were full of tears.

Seeing his mother open the cold door, Mo Feng cried out.

"Mom."

And the woman standing in the courtyard, Mo Feng's mother, Xiuzhen was also shocked, as if she couldn't believe her eyes, she covered her mouth with the truth, otherwise the mouth that could swallow the big apple in one bite would be revealed in the night.

"Xiaofeng, is that you?" Xiuzhen said with a look of shock.

You can imagine Xiuzhen's shock, Mo Feng appeared in front of him without calling, and normal people would treat it as if they were dreaming.

"Mom, it's me." Mo Feng directly threw away the bag in his hand, stepped forward, held Xiuzhen's palm, and said silently.

But when Mo Feng touched Xiuzhen's palm and his mother's palm, the pain that pierced his heart came to his heart, and the feeling of friction like sand made Mo Feng cry even more intensely, and his whole hands were full of calluses, and even scars, which showed how much he cried.

"Xiaofeng, what are you crying about? And how did you get back? I didn't say a word when I came back. Xiuzhen also clenched Mo Feng's palm, her eyes were also ruddy, and she asked suspiciously.

"Mom, I'm sorry for you, I'm useless for making you cry so much, I'm such a bastard, I'm a big bastard." Mo Feng cried and roared.

While speaking, the whole body was occupied by regret for his emotions, and in an instant, he knelt on the ground, and his knees slammed on the cold concrete floor with the guitar on his back, but his hands were still holding Xiuzhen's rough palms without the slightest relaxation.

At this moment, Mo Feng cried, Mo Feng knelt, and the person who let him cry was his mother, and the one who made him kneel was his mother, this may be the only moment when a man can kneel except for proposing.

At the same time, a tall man with white temples and a serious face walked in the courtyard a little obliquely, and saw everything that happened outside the gate, this man was Mo Feng's father, Mo Dalong, standing in the courtyard in a daze, holding his waist with his palm, and looking at Mo Feng who was kneeling on the ground in pain.

The eyes that are very similar to Mo Feng have been eroded by tears, the shock, the sadness, the love emotion, floating in the not very big yard, farm tools, four-wheeled vehicles, and all other things are endowed with emotions, followed by Mo Dalong, Xiuzhen, and Mo Feng with sadness, excitement, and remorse.

Seeing Mo Feng kneeling on the ground, Xiuzhen hurriedly tried to pull Mo Feng up, and at the same time said in shock and eagerly: "Xiaofeng, what are you doing?" Why are you on your knees? Get up, it's cold on the ground. ”

But no matter how Xiuzhen pulled, Mo Feng just couldn't get up, and at the same time, he broke free of Xiuzhen's palm, didn't let Xiuzhen continue to pull, crying and hating himself and said: "Mom, I'm just a bastard, I've been out for so many years, and I still make you cry so hard, look at your hand, where is the smoothness that holds my little hand, where is the beautiful palm?" It's all blamed on me, it's all blamed on me. ”

While Mo Feng spoke, he slapped himself heavily, the painful feeling tore his soul, and the resentment became stronger and stronger, and the person who made him resentful was himself, who was useless and useless, because his career was in its infancy, Mo Feng had not returned home for more than two years and three years, and in the past three years, he had not made any name for himself, and he was blocked by all the companies in Shanghai, how could he not be resentful.

At this time, Xiuzhen also cried, crying and dragging Mo Feng, and said at the same time: "Xiaofeng, don't blame you, blame me, I didn't do a good mother, I didn't give you a good life, and this is also what I should." ”

When Xiuzhen's words fell, a serious and majestic voice came out of the courtyard.

"None of you complain, you all blame me, you all blame me, a half-dead old guy who can't work but has to take medicine all the time."

Mo Dalong stood in the courtyard obliquely, and said loudly, the complaint against himself was no worse than Mo Feng, and it was more intense, but it was blown by the autumn wind, which seemed more inclined and more uncomfortable.

As soon as Mo Dalong's words came out, Mo Feng and Xiuzhen both looked at Mo Dalong, Mo Feng looked at the old man he respected very much, this father who has been very serious about himself since he was a child, and even used violent education, Mo Feng did not have any complaints, but he loved this strict father very much, and also sympathized with this old man who had been sick for more than ten years.

Looking at his father's leaning figure, looking at his father's old face, Mo Feng cried more fiercely, and hated himself even more, and slapped himself in the face again, the first one was beaten for his mother, the second one was big for his father, he was useless to beat himself, he was cowardly, because of the so-called love, but he forgot the family affection connected by flesh and blood.

"Dad, you're old, I'm sorry, I haven't come back to see you in the past few years, I'm really a brute, an unfilial son." Mo Feng knelt on the ground, moved a distance, looked at Mo Dalong more clearly, and said with a cry.

At this moment, Mo Feng looked at his father, recalling the moment when he saw his mother for the first time, as if to the lyrics, "Time slows down, don't let you get old anymore, I am willing to use a group fight to switch your years to stay." ”

"Mo Feng, if you are a man, stand up for me, what else is there to cry about, you don't have to blame yourself, this is all my Mo Dalong, my responsibility as a husband and a father, stand up quickly and go home to talk."

Mo Dalong looked at Mo Feng who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a little indignation.

It seems that everything has stopped at this moment, and it is completely the breath of family affection.

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