Tianyou told me a long time ago that he has been very busy lately and will leave the city, so he can't accompany me. That day, he also set off fireworks for me, and we were in the courtyard of that villa, smiling like flowers. I also asked him what he was busy with, and he said, busy looking for someone.

A son dearest to his little aunt.

Because, his little aunt once got entangled with a married man and gave birth to a child. Grandpa was angry and severed the father-daughter relationship with her. Fourteen years ago, a sudden disaster caused the little aunt to pass away, and the man became disabled. Grandpa was too stubborn to adopt their child...... Many years later, when the grandfather was old, he always thought of his dead little daughter, and began to think about his little grandson who was in a foreign country, so he asked him to ask around.

However, at that time, Tianyou did not tell me that the child he was looking for was called, Liangsheng.

Liang Sheng lay quietly in the hospital, his face was quiet, and he did not have the slightest expression of pain. It was as if he had fallen asleep as a child, and his eyebrows and eyes were so vivid, though pale.

I looked at him through the glass of the monitoring room, and my heart was extremely painful. God bless me behind me, silently. I refused to look at him, I refused to talk to him, I didn't know how to forgive him, to forgive myself.

Liang Sheng's eyes were sometimes open, but they were blank. I was on the glass window, writing the word "brother" repeatedly. Writing slowly, stroke by stroke, I wish he could see it, and I hope he will get better immediately.

Cool raw.

Brother.

I believe that Liang Sheng can see it, because, whenever this time, I can see a large cloud of fog in his eyes. If, if, he really didn't have consciousness, how could he shed tears?

After Liang Sheng's condition stabilized, Bei Xiaowu and I returned home. I've been thinking about what Xiao Jiu said, he said, resentment is a devil.

And how can I never resent my father and Liangsheng? But I hate Grace so much, and Grace is just an amplification of my psychological shadow. Actually, that's how I want to be an angel.

I asked Bei Xiaowu, do you hate my choice that day?

Bei Xiaowu shook his head, if I were you, I wouldn't let anyone hurt Liang Sheng.

But I hurt him after all.

I paid tribute to my mother, and when I got home, my father kept looking at the courtyard gate. It wasn't until he saw my shadow that he quietly returned home with his head down, like a child making a mistake, holding on to his clumsy wheelchair.

Under the crimson sunset, he was already dying.

I wonder if there will be a day when I will call him and call him "Dad", and then hold the stump that he stretched out to me with my soft hand, because, eighteen years of strangeness, at the moment of his old age, how much he wants to be close to his child, I will listen to his trembling lips, for a long time, shout out that byte - child. And then I wept, and he wept, and we wept like a father and daughter who had been separated for eighteen years.

However, there is no such opportunity at all.

Because, my father died of a limb infection long before my mother died. The so-called plot of my mother's meeting with him after her death is all wishful thinking on my part. I thought he could wait for me, I thought he was tough enough to wait until I forgot my grudge against him. However, I was wrong, my mother said that on the night of my father's death, he kept calling my name tremblingly, and he said that the person he was most sorry for in his life was Jiang Sheng, his little daughter.

Before he died, I didn't call him Dad.

It is only today that I realize how much I miss him and how much I need him.

I still go to the rooftops and look at the stars.

I imagined, Liang Sheng, right in my house, he could climb onto the roof at any time with braised pork and call me, Jiang Sheng. Then he watched me eat all the braised pork in my stomach like a kitten. Then, we looked at the stars on the roof together and made a wish while looking at the stars.

What kind of wish should I make?

I'll just promise, Liangsheng, you're not my brother, are you?

I began to cry and began to think about Liang Sheng, the six-year-old Liang Sheng, just like this, got up into my yard, and he called me Jiang Sheng. I grimaced at him and scared him into tears.

On winter nights, I slept next to him, my little black head resting on his shoulder, and our little heads were close together in the winter night, like two tenacious mushrooms.

The two shiitake mushrooms have grown up, but nothing is left between them.

The ginger of the cool has not bloomed.

He once asked me, Jiang Sheng, do you know why it doesn't bloom all the time?

I shook my head. He told me very seriously, because it knew his secret, a secret that could never be told, a secret that was so sad. Therefore, it also learned to grieve and said goodbye to flowering forever.

I didn't tell Liang Sheng that I stole the ten yuan from the head teacher of the first year of junior high school, and it was always in my pillow, and I hoped that I could let Liang Sheng participate in that spring outing.

Because, my unspeakable secret, like the cold one, is endless sorrow all the time.

I can laugh like a fool in front of him every day, but I can't hold back the tears I shed when I am in pain. He could pour all the sand in the clay pot, but he couldn't care about a little girl named Jiang Sheng.