On the night I returned home, the streets of Nanjing were filled with snow at the end of the year, the church bells lingered in my ears, and Shike drove a Ford through the beautiful singing of the choir and returned to the old gatehouse in Jiangningfang. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Mu Bo still waited in front of the door like I used to do every time I went out, but next to him, there was no longer Han's mother's loving smile.

My father had come up and opened the door, and he was desperate to pull me out of the back seat so that he could see if his daughter, who had been missing for more than a month, was okay.

And I, like a clay puppet who has been stiff for a long time, will never smile knowingly, I blame him, and suddenly complain about my father, blame him for organizing my sister's engagement banquet when my whereabouts are unknown, blame him for negligence and let Min Ye steal Han's mother on the hospital bed, which caused the murder of the bad guys.

In fact, what is the definition of a good guy and a bad guy? What kind of person am I?

We are often reminded that when you realize that a choice is in front of you, it is better to have someone else's action replace your choice than your own subjective actions to find a reason for regret later.

Therefore, when my father finally breathed a sigh of relief and took me home, Shike's words behind him were even more touching: "Uncle, let Ah Zhao sleep well tonight, if there is something big, we will discuss it tomorrow." I won't go in to disturb my aunt, I have to go back to Uncle Shaoqing and them, and say goodbye. Ah Zhao, I'll come to see you again tomorrow, Grandma Chen, you don't have to worry, we will arrange it, don't worry. ”

"Shike, thank you for me."

"Yes."

"That's the case, Shike, uncle is not polite to you, thank you for bringing Ah Zhao home."

"It should." Shike nodded politely, turned to get in the car and left.

Back in the upper room, my mother and sister naturally greeted me again, it was very strange that these things that seemed to me to be understandable tonight seemed extremely cumbersome, at this moment I really wanted to do only to receive a call from Gu He and the two of them safely, and then sleep quietly.

was upset, and the tone in his mouth couldn't help but worsen: "Father, mother, Ah Zhao is tired and wants to go back to the house to rest first."

My sister was the first to notice the change in me and stopped my mother in a loud voice: "Mother, Ah Zhao is tired, if you have anything to say, you should ask again tomorrow, I'll take her back to rest first, okay?"

"I ......," the mother said but stopped.

"Ah Jing, you better let the child rest first." Father gently persuaded.

Seeing this, the mother sighed: "Okay, it's good to come back, it's good to come back." Ah Zhao, mother is here, waiting for you at any time. You ......," she said, and she burst into tears.

My sister pulled me away, and behind me, a whispered conversation between my father and mother came, and my mother said, "Qingsong, Ah Zhao...... Did she already know about the marriage between Ming Zhao and the Gu family? ”

The father said, "Alas...... Finally we are sorry for the child, she ...... Probably blamed me......"

The mother cried, "When did we get to this point? It's all you...... It's all your fault! ”

"Yes...... It's my ...... to blame."

The conversation after that was drowned out by the wind and snow, and my sister pulled me to walk slowly, how similar this scene was, the dusk when the Gu father and son came to the door for the second time for the relationship between the four of us, was also such a scene like this weather, but the mood of the talker was very different after all.

"Little sister, you must know, right?" My sister asked.

"What is my sister referring to?" I asked rhetorically.

"Ah Zhao, why do you knowingly ask? Sister knows you. ”

"But I don't know my sister anymore. Sister, have you ever regarded Ah Zhao as a sister? ”

My sister was a little uncomfortable, I could see her sadness and forbearance, she was hurt by my question, yes, sad.

I know too well what it feels like to be hurt, it's a thorn in my heart, it's a grain of sand grinding in my heart, and when it hurts, I can't see the blood, but it hurts so much that I can't breathe, I can't call it pain.

At this moment, I am torturing her, myself, and even more torturing the indestructible family and blood relationship between us.

My sister shed tears, and so did I. The night wraps us in an invisible tug, waiting for a judgment on family affection.

And no matter what the result is, what awaits us is only a result of losing both sides and tearing up family affection......