At night, the wind rustles the leaves, and the moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, hitting Yijing, who is wearing a sportswear and a high ponytail. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Yijing walked slowly alone with his head down, full of thoughts about his mother who had just passed away.

Yijing has been dependent on her mother since she was a child, because she has no father since she was a child, she always acts as the 'bodyguard' of the family, and she will not let others look at her, always thinking about how to bully their orphans and widows. And Yijing has always felt that girls are no worse than boys, and they can also take on the responsibility of taking care of their mothers, so she works hard in everything, and her personality naturally becomes very stubborn and competitive. But no matter how strong a person is, he can't stand his only relative leaving him......

Alas...... It seems that he is the only one who lives alone, no one cares when he is sick, no one comforts him when he is sad, and no one shares it even if he is happy...... Thinking about it, Yijing's nose was a little sour, and even his figure was a little lonely under the illumination of the street lamp.

There was a female ghost standing next to a big tree not far away, looking at her lonely figure, her eyes were also sad, and she couldn't help muttering: "Xiaojing......"

Yijing was sad on the empty road, and suddenly heard as if someone was calling him again, and when he looked back, except for the two rows of big trees, the wide empty road in the middle of the trees. smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's really enough, how can you hear my mother's voice here?" Sure enough, you still can't accept the fact that your mother left......" shook his head, turned around and continued to walk in the direction of home, but he didn't know that he had been following something behind him.

When I got home, I turned on the light and saw the messy room, and sighed: "It seems that it is still not good without my mother...... If it doesn't work now, it has to work, my mother is gone, and I have to rely on myself. As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the dirty clothes that had been thrown at the door of the living room, and took them in his hand, and then went on to pick up the second and third pieces...... Walked to the balcony with dirty clothes and threw them in the washing machine, then came back and swept the floor, and mopped the floor again, looking at the clean and tidy room that was cleaned up by himself, Yijing felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Holding a mop in one hand and crossing his waist with the other, he didn't think about it, and blurted out and shouted: "Mom, look at my masterpiece, hurry up and praise me." After saying that, he smiled smugly, but soon the smile froze, and he glanced back at the empty kitchen and cursed.

Putting the mop back in its place, he walked to the sofa in the living room and lay down, staring at the ceiling above him in a daze. The figure of her mother appeared in her mind again, and gradually, the memories of getting along with her mother came up like sea water, stronger and stronger in waves, gradually washing away her hard shell, revealing the softest part of her heart.

Yijing slowly curled up in the corner of the sofa with his knees in his arms, buried his head between his knees, his shoulders trembled slightly, and then there were bursts of deliberately suppressed cries.

There was a female ghost standing in the corner of the room, looking at her lonely back, and she also became sad, "Xiaojing, don't ...... like this" The female ghost also knew that even if she was screaming out her throat, the person curled up on the sofa would not be able to hear it. But even so, she couldn't help but say softly.

As if receiving her mood, Yijing slowly raised his head from his knees, wiped his tears, and slowly adjusted his emotions, "If my mother is here, she definitely doesn't want me to be so depressed and sad." Be strong, be strong. ”

While wiping the tears that kept pouring out, she also controlled her uncontrollable choking, and it took a while for her emotions to slowly stabilize a little.

Get up from the couch and walk into your bedroom to close the door. I went straight into the bathroom without turning on the light, and climbed into bed in the dark when I came out of the shower. After a few more days of mental torture from losing his mother, his heart was already exhausted. fell asleep soon after falling on the bed, and between the somewhat hazy sleep, Yijing always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

She had a dream that she had returned to her childhood, and although she was a little poor at that time, she and her mother never felt that they lacked anything, because the most important people for each other were by their side, and they lived happily.

I know it's a dream, but Yijing doesn't want to wake up from this dream, because having a mother is still the happiest time. But a dream is a dream after all, and there will always be a day to wake up. And her dream was woken up by an alarm clock, Yijing. Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table with a resentful face, I suddenly felt the urge to throw it out.

He rubbed his long hair irritably, rolled over and got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash. When she came out, she looked completely different, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and a seat of women's casual clothes set off her figure exquisitely. I took my phone and keys on the table and hurried out the door.

I walked to a hotel called 'Don't forget' and stopped, walked in through the back door, and as soon as I reached the door of the locker room, a girl with short hair ran up to her and gave her a big bear hug.

"Xiaojing, why have you been there these days? I didn't talk to me about my leave, and I was worried for several days. The short-haired girl said.

"You're worried? Then why don't you call? Yi Ling walked past her into the locker room to change clothes.

When the short-haired girl saw her like that, she also knew that she was at a loss. He pursed his lips disapprovingly, "You change your clothes first, and I'll buy you breakfast." Really, I don't eat breakfast like this every day, I really don't know if I owe you anything in my previous life. Although he said it, his steps did not slow down for a moment.

After a while, Yijing changed her clothes, and when she came out, she looked like again. Her long hair was coiled up, leaving two small strands between her ears, and her delicate face was painted with a light makeup. She wore a white shirt on her upper body, a ribbon around her neck was tied into a bow by her, and she wore a tight short black skirt that covered her hips, and black stockings set off her slender and perfect legs. He wore a pair of black high heels on his feet. The almost ladylike professional clothes were worn on her body, and she was worn with a different temperament.

The short-haired girl came back from buying breakfast and was stunned when she looked at her, "Xiaojing, why do I see you dressed like this every day, but I am still fascinated by you every time?" ”

"Because you like me." After Yijing finished speaking, he took breakfast from her hand and ate it.

When the short-haired girl heard her say this, the corners of her mouth twitched and she couldn't help but roar: "Yijing, can you have a limit to narcissism?" The old lady likes men, do men understand? ”

Yijing threw the finished breakfast bag into the trash, clapped his hands and said, "I don't understand." Before the short-haired girl got angry again, he walked past her into the hall.

The short-haired girl was about to get angry again, but someone said coldly, "If you don't leave, you'll be late." Successfully extinguished the fire, and hurriedly followed her to the hall.

That's right, this hotel is where Yijing works, and she's also a lobby manager. For the twenty-one-year-old, sitting in this position can imagine how hard she has worked, and of course, the promotion from above is indispensable.

The short-haired girl next to her was her colleague in the hotel and her only friend. Qiao Mu.

For Yijing, there are not many friends, but it is good to know each other. So she is convinced of this sentence, and she has only made one friend of hers so far.

After getting off work at 12 o'clock in the evening, Yijing walked home alone as usual. Today seemed to be a little different from usual, because she always felt that something was following her, and she was stunned when she turned around.

I go, what's going on? Why is Mom here? Was it a dream that my mother died before, or did I have yin and yang eyes?