Qiao Xiaoxia is a person, and Si Nuan has some impressions. It is said that his parents are famous classical musicians, but he has a soft spot for rock and roll, and has formed a band since the first year of junior high school, he is quite talented, and after graduating from college, he directly entered the music scene and established a rock orchestra that later became popular with half the sky. Si Nuan listened to his adaptation of the rock version of Canon, which was very interesting, but unfortunately his later works became more and more commercialized......

Turns out, did he ever live on her opposite door?

shook hands with Qiao Xiaoxia, Si Nuan watched him carry the little husky into the house, and then looked at his own door, his eyes were complicated.

Take a deep breath, take out the key, and open the door.

Sure enough, the room was cold.

There was no entertainment gossip on the TV, no clothes drying on the balcony, and no stir-frying in the kitchen.

Because my mother is gone. I'm not gone anymore.

Si Nuan sighed. I always feel that my mother is a very magical existence, as if as long as my mother leaves, then even if the house is still the same house, the home is no longer the same home.

Snuan put down her school bag, took the food to the kitchen, and put the yogurt and snacks she had just bought from the supermarket into the refrigerator.

When I closed the refrigerator door, I suddenly saw a few photos pasted on it. There are old and new, all of them are photos of my mother and her.

The first one was taken when I was 5 years old. On her birthday, she was taken to the amusement park by her sister, who said to buy her something delicious and never returned, and some kind passers-by tried to take her to the police station, but she stubbornly waited where she was, insisting that her parents and sister would not throw her away like garbage, even if they hated her.

Then reality taught her a resounding slap that she had always heard adults say before--people are noble and self-aware.

She's not important enough to be found if she gets lost.

Then it started to snow, it started to get dark, it got cold. She felt like she should go to the police station, and then she fainted.

Waking up was in the hospital, and in front of the hospital bed sat a young woman with short shaggy hair.

The woman smiled at her, and the smile was gentle.

She fed her porridge and moved gently.

She asked her where her home was, and she blurted out that she didn't have one. In the moment of fainting, she finally accepted the fact that she had never been their family, she was just a bag of garbage that she had wanted to throw away.

She took her home - a small but neat house. She told the neighbors that she was her daughter. She took her to buy clothes, to have a big meal, to take pictures.

Hence this picture. In the photo, she has a cute doll head, wearing a brand new little dress and small boots, and has a sweet smile on her face, like a little princess held in the palm of her hand.

At that moment, she was so happy that she wanted to cry when she thought about it now.

It was also from that moment that her "mother" was called willingly.

Si Nuan gently stroked the photo, and the corners of her mouth curved. Then look at the next one.

In the next photo, she has grown up a little, tied with a playful double ponytail, and she is also a little more lively and confident, and she is dancing MJ's classic dance on the streets of country A, oh no, she remembers, she is dancing with people!

For the first time, she immersed herself in the piano. When she was 3 years old, she accidentally saw her parents ask a teacher to teach her sister to play the piano, a simple etude, she listened to it once and memorized it, and even groped for it by herself without guidance, and finally stumbled and stumbled to play it. The music teacher shouted that he was a prodigy and was willing to teach both of them at the same time. Since then, Piano has been her only friend in that family.

When she first came home with her mother, she still spent most of the day immersed in playing the piano. Until my mother said, "You're too quiet, stop playing the piano and learn to dance."

She went to learn hip-hop dance. The personality is really cheerful, the courage is getting bigger and bigger, and people are beginning to have self-confidence.

She even participated in the juvenile hip-hop dance competition on a whim, and won the runner-up, and her mother rewarded her and took her to Disneyland to play.

She took her mother's hand and walked on the street of country A, holding her head high, not afraid of those blonde and blue-eyed "crooked nuts" at all. Oh, well, in country A, she is the "crooked nut".

There happened to be someone dancing on the street, and she was eager to try it, and finally had a hearty fight with others with the encouragement of her mother.

Hence this picture.

Further down, each photo is a memory. The most recent photos are of her mom taking her on a trip during the winter break – the last of her moments. After being diagnosed with a terminal illness, her mother did not hide her, but talked patiently with her as an adult. She told her that her life was coming to an end and that she could no longer be with her, so she began to learn to take care of herself. She left her a sum of money enough to go to college, and then told her that she wanted to go to country B and do something she didn't dare to do before, and she was sensible and didn't entangle. She has been with her for too long, will she continue to bind her at the end of her life?

She clearly understands these truths, and she knows her mother's love for her, but in her previous life, she still believed the lie of "abandonment" so easily!

In the final analysis, it is the anxiety and inferiority complex in the bottom of my heart that are at work!

So in this life, she wants to be a smart and confident girl, know how to love herself, and know that there are others in this world who also love her.

Thinking about this, Si Nuan made a "fighting" gesture to himself, turned around and walked to the kitchen, humming a song in his mouth-

“And，he，says，I，am，beautiful，

And，when，I，fall，

It，don’t，matter，that，I’m，not，perfect……”

Si Nuan had eaten and was about to do his homework, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Ding Dong!"

Si Nuan opened the door and saw Qiao Xiaoxia standing outside the door with Xiaoha in his arms.

A look of guilt.

Si Nuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Classmate Qiao, is there something wrong?" ”

Qiao Xiaoxia raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, and said a little uncomfortably: "You can just call me by my name, don't call me a classmate, we are neighbors, hehe." ”

Si Nuan smiled silently.

"Ahem, what's inside, don't you think it's cute?" Qiao Xiaoxia lifted Xiao Ha in his arms, and a smile similar to that of a wolf grandmother appeared on his face.

"Wang!" Xiao Ha cooperated and screamed, a little face that was not sold and cute.

"I think other people's huskies are cute."

Qiao Xiaoxia's smiling face stiffened, and he said stiffly: "Since you think it's cute, let it live in your house for the time being!" After speaking, he directly stuffed Xiao Ha into Si Nuan's arms, and ran back to his house with a cigarette.

"Bang!"

Si Nuan looked at Xiao Ha in his arms, and then looked at the door that Qiao Xiaoxia couldn't wait to close, and silently lit a wax for himself in his heart.

However, on the first night of rebirth, it is not bad to have a Wang Xingren to accompany him.

Snuan put Xiao Ha on the ground, and the latter immediately began the "adventure journey", this look, that sniff, full of curiosity about everything. Si Nuan took the opportunity to quickly tidy up the room - shoes in the shoe cabinet, books in the bookcase, in short, everything important was put away. I found another stuffed animal that was a little old and threw it to play with......

At this time, Qiao Xiaoxia, who returned to his home, took a comfortable bath, lay on the soft big bed, took out a recording doll from under the pillow, pressed it gently, and immediately came a soft and glutinous voice: "A good man spares his life!" Heroes spare their lives! ”

The voice is soft and sweet, reminiscent of the marshmallows you ate when you were a child, with the shape of a cloud, with the taste of happiness, and it is sweet to the tip of your heart.

Qiao Xiaoxia closed his eyes, held the recording doll, and gradually entered the dream.