An autumn rain and a cold.

In the blink of an eye, the temperature stopped at the single-digit count. Migratory birds are flying south, the leaves are withering, and the lawn in front of the classroom is already yellow, and it is wondered if the returnees will be able to return to their hometowns before winter arrives, grab a handful of yellow soil, and sprinkle it into the sky.

Tang Yao's small town had few outsiders in that era. The road is straight and horizontal at a glance. Today's owner has left, and tomorrow she can find it in the west. When you go out to buy a fritter or cut your hair, you can meet acquaintances who call you out, calling this the eldest girl of the Tang family, how is your grandfather doing? Did your aunt fall into a pig?

Therefore, Tang Yao is surrounded by acquaintances, and few people pack their bags and embark on the journey home in the winter season. Even if there is, it is hearsay, not real enough, and not sentimental enough.

The word wandering is like the words in Sanmao's book, which is simply beautiful and wonderful for Tang Yao at that age. The book tells that one year Jose took a job in the desert, and he was a little hesitant because the environment there was so bad. But Sanmao was very excited, and saw this opportunity as a wandering, a wandering between her and Jose. There is very little water in the desert, let alone bathing. Even if there is, it is also a large hall in the hall, and the people who come in it are washed once every six months and a year, and the water gathered is estimated to be able to create a desert. Although it looked a little unbearable, Tang Yao was envious of this different life, imagining that one day she would be able to walk the world with her bags on her back, instead of reading other people's stories from other people's books now.

Tang Yao once asked his father, he had left home in the years he had been in the army, and the rest were at home, did he think about going to another city when he was discharged from the army?

Dad's answer at that time was not quite in line with his image of a tough guy, Dad touched Tang Yao's head and replied, "I think the family is very good, I can stay for the rest of my life." ”

The meaning of home is small and not surprising to a doll who has just turned ten years old. But as you grow older, when you were young, the life you thought you could control in your own hands begins to change beyond recognition, and when you don't recognize it, you will slowly find that your home has been quietly there, whether you look like you now or not, it will open its arms for you anytime and anywhere.

Then you want to stay at home and never leave.

"Students, this year's Winter Games will include marathon, indoor women's doubles, men's doubles, mixed table tennis, men's basketball, rope skipping and shuttlecock kicking. You can recommend yourself or recommend. I will now hand out my ballot. The head teacher, Lao Yu, began to distribute ballots as he spoke.

When Tang Yao was still wondering what votes to vote for a sports meeting, the ballot paper was already in his hand. It was a piece of cut paper, with a golden back and a faint smell of tobacco. Tang Yao had a bold guess, it was not a layer of lining paper in the cigarette box.

Tang Yao raised his head, the ballot paper had been distributed, and Lao Yu still had a stack left in his hand. This modern poet with romantic sentiments, stripped of the veil of emotion, is also a thrifty hysterical figure.

Tang Yao wrote Chang Jian's name in two clicks, it would be a waste for sports students not to participate in such an inhumane sport as a marathon for their class. folded the ballot and patted Zhu Lingling on the back in front of her, and quickly got rid of it. Tang Yao doesn't like the smell of tobacco.