The dark room, with two beds, made the already small room even more cramped. The faint light that is uncertain makes the room even more bleak.

A roll of shutters separated the kitchen from the room, and from the kitchen there was a thick smell of oil smoke that made it difficult for people to breathe.

The quilts on the bed are neatly stacked, and there are also washed clothes next to them, all folded squarely, and there are a few uncovered books at the head of the bed, and you can vaguely see the notes on them, obviously the one who forgot to cover them.

On the other bed sat a young woman with some needles and threads in her hands, as if she were sewing something.

The woman looked up at the flickering incandescent lamp, and frowned, a glimmer of worry flashing in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. The woman looked out the window and put down what she was holding, as if waiting for something.

"Click!"

The electric fan in the house sometimes makes a harsh sound, but the wind blows on people, but it does not feel the slightest coolness, but makes people feel extremely irritable.

The woman wiped the sweat from her forehead, and every moment after that she looked at the clock that hung on the wall, and looked and looked. The minute hand turns little by little, making that "tick-tock" sound.

Seeing that the minute hand had turned in a full circle, and before she knew it, it was ten o'clock, and the woman, who was already agitated, was now even more worried, walking back and forth in the small room, not knowing what was on her mind.

After thinking about it, the woman got up and wanted to go out, but then there was a sound of footsteps in the alley, and the woman finally stretched out when she heard the tightly frowning brow.

"Ahh

A snort of pain came from the aisle outside, and the sound caused the woman to get up again, put on her slippers on the floor, and run to the door.

"What's wrong, Yang Fan?" Before the person opened the door, the hurried voice full of concern had already reached the door.

"It's okay, Mom!"

The familiar voice came from outside the door again, with a slight trembling, even though it was a thick wall, but it was still noticed by the slightly attentive mother.

The woman opened the door with a flashlight, and in the dark alley a boy was crouching on the ground and clutching his knees, and next to it was a large pile of bricks, and when he saw this, he knew that he must have accidentally hit it. This alley is already so narrow, and there are all kinds of things piled up next to it, there are boxes and bottles, and even more speechless, there is also a board car, which makes this already narrow path even more crowded, even if you walk in the daytime, I am afraid you have to be careful.

"What's wrong with you, why are you so careless?" Seeing that her child was bumped, the woman's first sentence was like this, although it had the meaning of blame, but more still caring, because perhaps every mother thinks that this is the only way to avoid such harm in the future. Even so, the love is unmistakable.

The mother looked at the piles of objects in the shadows sadly, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly and sighed slightly, as if she had too much helplessness.

"Mom, it's nothing serious, let's go in!" The boy saw your mother's angry expression in the faint light, and stood up strong in the pain.

When the mother saw her son standing up, she hurriedly supported the boy, but she still glanced at the iron gate opposite with an angry face.

The boy limped into the room with the woman's support, and the boy sat down on his bed, placing a few books in his hand at the head of the bed.

"Hiss"

The mother tried to roll up her son's trouser leg to see his wound, but it seemed to be much worse than expected, so she touched it lightly and it hurt.

"Mom, I'll do it myself!" The boy said in a trembling voice, as if he was in great pain.

Gently lifted his pants, when he was about to approach the place where he hit, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and slowly moved it up little by little, but he didn't expect it to be swollen after a while, and it turned purple; Pulling it up a little bit, it was even more terrifying to see, the wound actually hit out blood, and a large piece of skin was broken, no wonder it hurt so much.

When my mother saw the wound, her eyes immediately became hazy, and her heart was pierced by the wound, and her tears fell to the ground one by one.

"Alas, you are so old that you don't know how to take care of yourself, in the future," the mother sighed and shook her head, and the boy did not notice in the darkness that his mother's face full of vicissitudes had been drowned in tears.

Hearing the sigh of grief hidden in the absence of relatives, the boy was also sad in his heart, if he had been careful just now, then none of this would have happened, and his mother would not have been sad.

"Mom, I know you don't want to be angry, I'll be careful next time!" The boy looked at his mother and swore an oath, but the pain in his knee was still so painful.

The woman took out a box from the table beside it, in which were some bottles of various kinds, looked at it, took out one of them, and then took several swabs from the bag of cotton swabs on the table.

"Bear with me!"

The woman poured the potion from the bottle on top of the cotton swab and carefully wiped it for the boy, very gently, as if she was afraid that she would hurt the boy because she had used a little force.

As the woman wiped it little by little, the potion seeped into his wound little by little, and the sharp pain welled up in his heart. But this time the boy didn't make a sound, clenched his teeth tightly, the expression on his face twisted together, and the green tendons on his neck exploded. Teeth clattering.

The woman looked at her son's wound that was still oozing blood, and her tears couldn't help but fall, hitting Yang Fan's feet drop by drop.

A trace of cool feeling surged straight into Yang Fan's heart, looking at his mother, a trace of guilt flashed in Yang Fan's heart.

"Am I really right? I'm afraid that doing so will only make my family who loves me even more sad! ”

He had been walking this road for more than a day or two, and even with his eyes closed, he was afraid that he could walk from here safely; Although the things placed on the outside were disorganized, but in the middle there was a path, and with his experience these days was enough for him to be unscathed, and what happened today?

"Does it hurt?"

The lady's eyes were full of tears, and she did not dare to raise her head, for she was afraid that her son would see her weak scene.

"Mom, it won't hurt, really! Don't worry anymore. ”

The boy was very well-behaved, and although there was a tingling pain from the wound, he gritted his teeth tightly in order to make his mother no longer sad, and did not make a sound, for fear that the woman would be sad again.

"Are you hungry, what do you want to eat, Mom will make it for you!"

The woman put away the medicine bottle and cotton swab in her hand, and couldn't bear to glance at the boy's knee, feeling that the tears in her eyes had overflowed out of her eyes, and she didn't want the boy to see it, so the woman turned her back to the boy and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm not hungry, you can sleep first if you're tired for a day!"

looked at his mother's delicate back, and tears couldn't help but flow out, but he stubbornly forced himself not to let the tears fall. No matter how much pain and suffering there is, he must face it strongly.

Her son's knees are like that, how can she, as a mother, sleep? But now she is only capable and anxious, and she can't do anything, the only thing she can do is not let her son see her like this.

The woman laid the boy's feet on the bed and told him not to roll over and not to blow on his feet with an electric fan......

After talking a lot, he finally returned to his bed and lay down.

Picking up the book on the table, turning a few pages, he forgot about the side next to him, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Looking at the book next to him, and then at his own aching net-knee boy, he smiled bitterly, and then flicked the switch, and the room suddenly became pitch black.

I couldn't fall asleep lying in bed, I didn't know what I was thinking about in my mind, and all of a sudden it was blank, and one scene after another flashed at once.

The figure of a girl appeared in his mind, and time seemed to stop at this moment, this figure crowded his brain. Every glance and smile was deeply engraved in his heart, as if the girl was by his side at this moment, Yang Fan stretched out his hand and wanted to hug him.

It's a pity that all this is an illusion, how can that figure exist, and what is holding is just the air.

For some reason, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and little by little he hit the quilt along his cheeks, and he slowly immersed himself in those memories of the past as the tears fell.

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