"Dad, I've told you 10,000 times, it's useless, there are so many of these things now, people are numb, and no one cares......"

"Fart, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that there is really no royal law in this world......"

The son was impatient: "Dad, do you want us to tie a gasoline bottle and burn ourselves to death like Tang Fuzhen?" Tell you, if you don't die, the media won't pay attention to it, even if you die, people won't necessarily pay attention, you save it, I don't want to kill myself and die...... Besides, what's the good thing about living here? I woke up in the morning listening to the sound of the car, and I fell asleep at night listening to the sound of the car, and I stopped doing it, and if it went on like this, the money was not paid, and the person died first......"

"Old man, I said you don't have a temper, your arms can't reach your thighs, you forgot the lesson of that night? You're tired of living, son? What should I do if my son is still young and gets killed? If you don't move, we move ......"

……

Yan listened carefully to the fierce quarrel of the old family, and quietly walked over, and in the attic, her mother saw her come back, as if she was finally relieved.

All the miscellaneous items had been packed into several large cardboard boxes, and the wind was whirring in through the worn glass windows.

Mother and daughter looked at this familiar place, and as far as the eye could see, the small island was surrounded by high-rise buildings on all sides, and in the center, real estate developers planned to build a high-end hotel apartment. Every day of delay, the real estate developer loses one day, so if Lao Zhangtou doesn't move away, the "Flying Tigers" will definitely make a spicy move.

When the mobile phone text rang, she took it out and looked at it, and her mother asked casually, "Who sent the text message?" ”

"Huang Xiaojue sent it, I wish us a Merry Christmas. Oh, he doesn't say, I can't even remember it's Christmas. ”

"Huang Xiaojue texts you every day?"

"Forget it, basically send one a day."

Yan's mother was thoughtful: "What happened to Huang Xiaojue in Beijing?" ”

"It's said that the job is not bad, and I have been promoted to be a department manager."

"Fine, you are not young anymore, Huang Xiaojue, this kid is actually very good, and he has a future, if it weren't for me dragging you down......"

"Mom, Huang Xiaojue and I are just ordinary friends."

This is the end of the conversation, carrying the largest cardboard boxes, and the mother only holds a small glove box, which is all they have, because they move from house to house, except for the necessities of life, they rarely accumulate superfluous things.

When the taxi passed through the city center, Yan carefully saw the overwhelming billboards, the bustling pedestrians surrounding the Nuoda Square, chocolates, flowers, Santa Claus, brightly dressed couples, fashionable girls holding roses, and dreams about Aiqing...... There was also a text message from Huang Xiaojue again: Fine, I miss you so much, I will come back to spend the Spring Festival with you.

The Spring Festival is too far away.

Just like this cold winter, she can't survive one more day.

She deleted the text messages and did not reply.

……

The mother asked, "Fine, your new house won't be too expensive, right?" It's better to find a cheaper, we have to plan for the long term......"

She smiled bitterly, where is the long-term plan? Just like these text messages from Huang Xiaojue, he can't eat or wear, and he can't even turn it into a steaming cup of milk tea on this cold day......

Young men, what can they do for us? Love? Romantic? Sweet? And after that? Or is it hungry, empty-handed, and full of depression looking at this shijie?