The smell of dinner wafted from the window, and the old man who had spent it by himself for many years would think of the daughter-in-law who made a good dish at this time.

I took out the dumplings from the refrigerator at noon, put them in the pot and cooked them, which was considered a dinner.

Murong Ge fell asleep in the car early because of the things he had experienced in the past few days. After Su Hetu watched the beautiful sister next to him fall asleep, he quietly climbed to the co-pilot's position.

"Strange old man, Master, how do I feel that this is not the way to the Tianshan Mountains, you don't want to kidnap me, right? When the time comes, I will lead my beautiful sister to eat fragrant and drink spicy food. ”

Su Hetu looked at Murong Tiankui, who was driving seriously, and was a little unaccustomed to it.

"How do you know? It's useless to regret it now, and I can't run if I want to. Wait for someone else to do the coolies, haha......"

Murong Tiankui said with a smile, but anyone could see how perfunctory he said.

"I'm bored, I'm obviously not happy, what are you pretending to be."

Su Hetu was very contemptuous of Murong Tiankui's behavior.

The strange old man who used to talk to himself about the rivers and lakes and about life turned out to be sad. Murong Tiankui didn't pay attention to Su Hetu anymore, he was driving quietly.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Murong Tiankui parked his car next to a large supermarket on the side of the road. Approaching the end of the year, there are not many people in the supermarket.

"Where is this? Did you get to the Tien Shan Mountains so soon? Murong Ge, who was in a daze, rubbed his eyes back and forth with his hands, and said without strength.

"No, I guess the strange old man may not know the way, this is obviously going south."

Su Hetu saw that her beautiful sister had finally woken up, so she didn't hurry up and complained.

Murong Ge didn't believe that he would get lost when he went to Tianshan alone, raised his head and looked out of the car window that was almost dark, and then the lights of the vehicles back and forth, and vaguely saw the words of the Yangtze River Bridge. She thought she was wrong, and rubbed her eyes vigorously, yes, it was indeed the way to Nanjing.

Do you finally remember to go home, although I told him at the time that I didn't need to report to the army, but I couldn't let go of the centenarian who was far away at home in Nanjing. She knew that he hadn't been home for decades, so she didn't bring it up at the time, and now it seems that he has been away for many years, and he has not forgotten that there is an old man in the south who waits for him every year.

After a while, Murong Tiankui walked out of the supermarket, his hands were full of all kinds of things, and he didn't forget to buy two bottles of good Moutai.

Seeing Murong Ge, who had already woken up, Murong Tiankui just smiled and didn't say anything. But Murong Ge, whether it was real or in a trance, saw a little apology and sadness in his eyes.

"I know you can't let it go, so I'll go home before I leave."

Murong Ge didn't speak, just quietly took the things and put them in the back box. Then sit in the back seat and stop talking.

This road, Murong Tiankui is already familiar with it, and often the things he wants to forget in his memory will become extremely clear. On this road, there was an old man who did not hesitate to cut ties with him to stop him from going north, but in the end he couldn't stop it. It was also on this road that a woman with a big belly who was about to give birth looked at him stubbornly with tears in her eyes.

But at that time, he just wanted to pursue the rivers and lakes in his heart, and he went so resolutely.

Now that I am walking on this road again, in addition to deep guilt, I also have some feelings for the vicissitudes of the world.

The old man who blocked him back then is afraid that he doesn't even have the strength to run now. The woman who was silently watching over herself had also disappeared with the retreat of the Qinhuai River. And the stubborn and resolute person at the beginning does not have the joy of success now, but has a little more vicissitudes carved by time.

Many times I have asked if I regret losing everything I have?. But the numb heart has no response, maybe it's not important anymore, beware that the heart has cooled down and there is no original kind of concern, what exists in front of me is only a part of what I once had, but now it is a fading role, a lot of helplessness has to make people make hesitant choices, the grace of fate has never slipped teardrops, only the heart is bleeding painfully, I just want to be calm after turning around.

What kind of compression is life, why there are so many joys and sorrows, why always give you happiness while still storing a time bomb that explodes at any time around you, the confusion of the emotional world, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to be lonely, after all the unpleasant pain, I just want to leave a quiet heart, and the tired body wants to rest well, and I don't want to have too much trembling.

After years of carving, the rivers and lakes in my heart have gradually faded.

Murong Ge looked at the river rolling east, and began to miss the woman who had encouraged him. In her impression, the woman was always happy, hardworking, and uncomplaining.

Did the water of the Qinhuai River eventually flow into the Yangtze River, and then flow eastward into the embrace of the sea? If that's the case, wouldn't that dream that has been waiting for many years come to naught.

In fact, it's not worth it for her to think about it, but Murong Ge looked at his father who was driving in front of him, it turned out that he was already so old, so old that he finally began to remember some things.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the vehicle finally drove into the ancient city of Nanjing. The image of Suhe is like a curious baby, look here, look there.

The closer he got to the city, the slower Murong Tiankui drove. It seems that he is still struggling to go home in his heart, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he is not afraid of the sky, but he is beginning to be nervous.

Murong Ge was getting more and more excited, and when he saw a scenic spot, he patiently explained to Su Hetu to satisfy the curiosity of this curious baby.

When she arrived at the foot of Jiming Mountain, the excited Murong Ge also began to be silent, because she thought of the old monk who was going to guard the red dust in the next life, and the old nun who had been sitting upside down.

I don't know if the old nun is still stubbornly standing in front of Guanyin who is sitting upside down and waiting for the old monk who has passed away, how can she not be bitter after a lifetime of light tea and light rice.

You're flickering and coming

Flickering away

Memories are gone

People who can't see you

Can't remember your face

How far away should the thoughts be

I know

You don't understand

The cold wind fell into the black hole

In fact, what people are afraid of is nothing more than memories

What you want to escape is still in the past

I'm not demanding

I hope to be in this colorful world

Have one of your own deck chairs

You can age comfortably

It seems to be the world

I don't know you

You don't know me

Living separately

Happy for each

Rare

We stood like this

Don't speak

It's beautiful

Murong Ge quietly sang this poem he wrote, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad in his eyes.

Finally arrived, seeing the locked door of the villa, Murong Tiankui had an indescribable coldness. The lights in the villa flickered on and off, and an old figure was walking back and forth, stopping and going.

Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, lonely city looking at Yumen Pass.

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

The once homeless children are back.

;