The alleys of the residential area seem long but not empty, and there are street lights on every few meters.

Hoshimi walked against the wall with her bag in her hand, presumably because the shadow cast by the streetlamp over the wall gave her a sense of reassurance.

Hoshimi Weibu likes to walk very much, as if no matter what worries there are, as long as people keep moving forward, even if they can't filter out all their troubles, at least they can slowly let their limbs regain some sense of strength, and let themselves regain some sense of control over things.

Tonight, too.

The earphone cord swayed in the air with the rhythm of the body, and the uneven coil on the plug hit the back of the ear, cold and cold, so that the hoshimi who was pacing and letting go regain some consciousness.

The phone was held tightly in Hoshimi's hand, and it was held too tightly, and the warmth of the palm left a wet mark on the phone case.

Walking quietly and distractedly, Hoshimi's ears seemed to hear the voice of the mother and son he met in the afternoon, and the mother's helpless reprimand to the child slowly floated from a distance, and began to play back in Hoshimi's mind.

"I just don't worry about you!"

"Can you reassure me!"

Different female voices are mixed together, making it difficult for Hoshimi to distinguish whose voices they are, and slowly she can't seem to hear each other's voices clearly, and can only read the emotions on the woman's face. Anger, helplessness, disappointment, and all kinds of emotions are like earphone cables thrown in the bag, which will eventually become entangled and difficult to separate.

Her steps slowed gradually.

Hoshimi lowered her head, and gently pressed the dial key with her thumb, and the familiar number was immediately displayed on the mobile phone screen, and the pitch-black mobile phone screen lit up, bright and dazzling, reminding her to immediately plug in the headphone cable hanging on her chest, and don't look at it again.

The tick of the wiring rang only twice, and the phone was connected.

“miho？ Have you eaten? It was a voice echoing in my head, familiar and unfamiliar.

"Not yet, I'll go right away. It's been a busy day today, and I just got off the bus. ”

Gently tucking the phone back into his pocket, Hoshimi's fingers shrank down the earphone cable to his chest, and his fingertips slid over the earphone cable.

As the daily conversation progresses, the white earphone cable wraps around the index finger and wraps it tightly, and you can feel the pulse beating from your fingertips.

"Mom, I met a friend in Tokyo who was sad that her mother had recently passed away due to illness."

Hoshimi looked up and stared straight at the street lamp, feeling a dazzling point of light appear in front of him, so he turned his head away and carefully moved to the window sill slightly above his chest in the wall of the house across the street, the candlelight was amiable.

"She should be sad that her mother has died. Friends you met in Tokyo? Have you made new friends again? Is it a member? It's okay to care more about others, and remember to make more friends. ”

Xingjian hurriedly interrupted the friendship class on the other end of the phone, "I think her sadness should not only be because of her mother's death, after all, her mother died of illness, and the longer it drags on, the more uncomfortable it becomes." That friend was just disappointed in himself, and it was reassuring to be at the time of his mother's death. She probably felt like she was a failed daughter. ”

Hoshimi looked down at the tips of her shoes, she was wearing canvas shoes that had only been washed recently, and there was not a single mud star or stain on the most dirty white. She thought, she seemed to have forgotten what she used to be.

"How so? Next time, remember to tell your friends that mothers love their children very much and will not feel that their children are failures. ”

These are just words of comfort. Besides, my mother would say such things because I was very well-behaved, I never caused trouble, I seriously participated in club activities after school, and then consciously went to cram school, and when I came home, I only read books, and I would play games and watch anime on weekends, not to mention that even these leisure activities were done with extra restraint. ”

Hoshimi felt a fire in her lower abdomen, trying to bubble out uncontrollably, burning the only remaining oxygen in her body.

"But you don't like to go out and make friends, and your mother will worry about it!"

"Haven't I come out to be an idol now according to my mother's wishes? There is also making friends in earnest. But does my mom know my friend? She doesn't like to read, she always fails her courses, and she runs out to play electric after taking two music theory classes to learn musical instruments, and after graduation, she runs abroad to shout that she wants to be a freelance photographer. Do you know how angry her mother is? ”

This time, without waiting for Hoshimi to finish speaking, Hoshimi Mikoto took over the conversation:

"Isn't it cool to be a freelance photographer? How cool it is for this friend of yours to find something she likes to do, I don't think her mother will think she is a failure, the so-called anger is just worried that she can't take care of herself abroad. ”

The rubber wrapped on the surface of the earphone cable left a deep and shallow crescent mark, and the outside of the white canvas shoes was finally hung with color, and the owner stepped on the masonry in the corner of the wall to draw a clear thin horizontal line.

Mikoto Hoshimi on the other end of the phone waited for a few seconds and didn't hear her daughter's reply, and couldn't help but amplify her voice and asked worriedly, "Miho?" What's wrong? Miho, it's true, Mom really thinks Miho is a very good child, a child who makes Mom proud, and she doesn't need to prove it to others, just Mom knows it herself. So, if Miho feels tired, be sure to stop and rest, don't force yourself, just be yourself. ”

"Be yourself?" Hoshimi muttered softly. "Who am I?"

“miho？”

"It's okay, I'm going to go shopping quickly, I'm going to be hungry. Goodbye. ”

After speaking, Xingjian took off the headphones that had been hanging in his ears for several hours, and a pale red indentation had already appeared on the pinna, stinging and painful.

Xu was staring at the dizziness left by the light when he was on the phone, which made Xingjian lose his mind for a moment, and his right hand unconsciously reached into his pocket to grope for the traces of the mints.

Apparently, she caught a blank. The embarrassed index finger gently rubbed the thumb and fingertips in his pocket, and the fingertips rubbed against each other as if they were confirming each other, easing the rare excitement just now.

The convenience store is in front of the apartment, only a few hundred meters away, and Hoshimibu, who was going to go home to cook, changed his mind and rode up on his bicycle downstairs and headed straight for the convenience store.

Between the apartment and the convenience store is a slope that does not tremble, Hoshimi slid down the small slope on his bicycle, the fine hair in his ears was blown by the air current, and the evening breeze swept his side face down his neck and poured into his sleeves, but it brought long-lost comfort.

After a long time, she didn't hold the brakes when going downhill, but hooked up and pressed the pedals even harder, leaving ruts of different shades on the road.

Walking with the wind is a teenager.

Hoshimi was going to make a lot of money at this small convenience store on the grounds that he failed in the audition, so he got on a bicycle for this purpose. However, when she entered the store, she realized that she didn't seem to have anything she really needed, so she simply picked up a few snacks and sandwiches and threw them into the box, and Hoshimi was ready to go to the checkout.

When she passed by the freezer, she felt a vibration from her waist, and Hoshimi opened her phone to find that it was the transfer record sent by her mother, and a few seconds later, another message came: Eat and drink well.

Hoshimi said in his heart, "Ms. Mai Trin, it is worthy of you. As soon as her eyes turned, she happened to see the items in the commodity box to be disposed of, and then looked at the wallpaper on her mobile phone that had just been changed in the afternoon, and looked at the face of Zhongyuan Ri Xiang crying on the screen, and a trace of guilt suddenly surged in her heart.

Hoshimi turned off his phone and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, and his originally frowning brows were ironed out by the power of money at the moment. She crouched down and swept away the contents of the box in front of her, took out two more drinks from the freezer, thought about it, and took another carton of hot milk before walking to the cash register.