"What are you thinking about all day, kid?"

He rubbed Bai Mengyao's hair, "Go, go change your clothes first, the meal will be ready in a while, Dad will call you," he pushed Bai Mengyao's shoulder.

Bai Mengyao stood up, she glanced back at Bai Yuanming, who picked up the newspaper again, and Shen Yue, who was still busy in the kitchen.

A marriage without affection needs to be managed more, but it is also harder.

Why, she never saw it back then, the separation between her parents, and the trance that always appeared on their respective faces, until many years later, she understood.

It turned out that there was no love between them.

Perhaps the only love is her daughter.

She opened a door, there was simple furniture inside, a bookcase, a bed, the bookcase was full of books, what she remembered was the books she had read from the first grade, there were textbooks and some class reading materials, and she still remembered them, she was a book-lover at that time, although their family was not rich, but as long as she wanted it, Shen Yue and Bai Yuanming would help her buy it.

She walked over and gently stroked everything here.

There is not even a trace of dust, she knows, her mother will help her clean every day, she opened an old-fashioned wardrobe and took out her own clothes from it, in fact, there are some clothes, she has long forgotten what it looks like, but, when she got it, she understood, it turned out that in this life, she remembered so many things.

She walked to the mirror, gently stroked the cold mirror, and also saw herself in the mirror.

It turned out to be so young, so small.

It's just, is this still her?

Is it this childish face, or this heart that has been scarred.

"Yaoyao, it's time to eat," Shen Yue outside was already calling her.

"Here," Bai Mengyao hurriedly wiped away her tears, and when she went out, she saw that Shen Yue had already laid out the meals, and the dishes were all the dishes she liked to eat, and she had forgotten how many years she hadn't eaten her mother's cooking, nor had she eaten such a warm meal.

"Come, Yaoyao eats meat," Shen Yue sandwiched a chicken leg and put it in Bai Mengyao's bowl.

"Dad, this is also for you," Bai Yuanming also sandwiched another chicken leg and put it in Bai Mengyao's bowl.

A chicken only has two legs, but they are all in Bai Mengyao's bowl.

Bai Mengyao buried her head in eating the rice in the bowl, but she tasted a salty taste, she didn't know why she was crying, but just like this, she ate the rice and her own tears into her stomach one by one.

At night, she lay in her bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Turning on the light, she sat up, staring blankly at her fingers.

Bai Mengyao, you have been reborn.

Bai Mengyao, don't be so stupid in the future.

Bai Mengyao, treat those who are good to you and love you.

Bai Mengyao, remembered, sometimes fulfillment is also a kind of happiness.

Others have given you happiness, and you must also learn to give happiness back to others.

And this night, she was almost sleepless, she thought too many things, thought too many people, was dazed, didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, it was still dark, she thought that this should be her biological clock.

When you are a student, do you have the opportunity to sleep in?

Especially since she's now a sophomore in high school.