Xiao Xia, today is a hot summer, and it has entered your birthday month. Mom and Dad took the time to get out of the company and go through the transfer of the house. When everything was in order, Mom was going to leave the house.

The sun was particularly shining, and my mother followed my father, walking silently on the most prosperous streets in the city, one after the other.

On the way by car, Mom and Dad talked and laughed, everything seemed to be a little similar to before, but it was obviously different.

Getting out of the car and walking on the road, the two of us didn't walk side by side. Mom looked at Dad's back, it was such a familiar thin back.

Natsu, you know your dad. When he was in his hometown, his father was a southerner of normal size. When he arrived in the north, his father immediately became a thin and delicate man in the eyes of others. And my mother's roots are on the northeast border, and she is a serious northern woman. Standing with his father makes him thinner.

Walking through the house formalities in the city, everything is a little faster than expected. The ripples in my mother's heart never stopped. Every step of the way is closer to the day when Mom will officially leave you. Mom was reluctant.

Many books say that this reluctance is the magic of habit. But this kind of inertia will not help you judge right or wrong, it is only because you rush in this direction, and later even if you know that the direction is wrong, it takes a lot of effort to turn when you brake urgently. Therefore, mother's reluctance will not change all past arguments and disagreements, nor can it change the fact that parents should be separated. This feeling of reluctance is just a fog that must be cleared by reason in order to move forward.

It's a pity that in this holiday day, Mom and Dad are sweating to clean up the wreckage of love and family.

The breakdown of love will always be accompanied by one or another consequence. When you are young, you may only notice the exciting love at the beginning, but you can't imagine the coldness and trouble after the passion fades.

When I was a student, once I broke up, I might not be able to continue my normal studies because I was heartbroken, and the circle of students was closed, and once separated, I still had to see each other every day, which was miserable.

But a lot of the simple love at this time is because of the appreciation and liking of personality and quality. There is almost no complicated exchange of interests. So at the end of the day, tears are a gift, and silence is a sacrifice.

When my mother was in high school, she had such a pair in her grade. There was a handsome and excellent boy in his mother's class, tall and handsome, with big eyes and a love of laughter. But none of this is his shining point, because there is no shortage of sunny big boys everywhere in high school. What really makes us feel that he is different is that a boy like him has always ranked high in key classes, which is simply a combination of wisdom and handsomeness.

And when it comes to the heroine in this love story, how much my mother wishes she could tell you that the heroine is my mother herself. But it's a pity that my mother was just an ordinary raunchy female student in the class at that time, and from time to time there were a few of her crushes, but they were all fleeting emotional fragments that couldn't compare with studying.

Let's go back to their story. Boys can be said to be both talented and beautiful, but girls' fame feels even bigger. She was the most beautiful girl in our liberal arts class. And she has been in contact with many famous and handsome boys in the school back and forth, and has always been on the cusp of public opinion.

As classmates in the boys' key class, we, who have almost no spare time, are indignant that our only flowers have been plucked by mortals with mediocre wisdom.

But looking at the whole school, everyone is still more surprised, how can a boy in a key class like us be favored by the goddess.

No matter how much the audience looks down on the players of the other camp, and no matter how much they sneer at each other as supporters, the hero and heroine are happily together without any scruples.

At first, the mother's class was just a whisper from person to person, but later they could be seen walking side by side on campus, and occasionally boys tutoring girls in the classroom, and then they were like twins, in the school cafeteria, study room, and playground. Everyone is getting used to it.

Suddenly, one day, during class, the boy fell on the sobbing sound of the desk, attracting the attention of the teacher and his classmates. The more he cried, the more involved he became, completely indifferent to the teacher who stopped lecturing and the classmates who turned to look at him. He cried and cried and cried through every class that afternoon.

Looking back now, I realize how compassionate the teachers and classmates were at that time, and no one questioned him or bothered him. Every teacher lowered his voice, no one told him to stop or go out, and no one said that he was affecting the class. Realistic stories are always more special than dramas, and students and teachers in real-life stories are more like fictional empathetic characters than in dramas.

That afternoon, everyone was silently with him, and the tears of sadness of his first love seemed to turn into summer steam, enveloping him and our whole class.

At the end of school, he fell asleep at his desk, and someone put a pack of tissues on his desk. Everyone just like that, as if they were abandoned, they left quietly one by one. That day, our whole class accompanied him and fell out of love.

It is said that the older boy later went to the homeroom teacher to cry a few times, and after being depressed for a few days, he was heard answering again in physics class. During that time, my mother also saw the girl at school, and she walked beside another handsome boy lively, smiling like spring. Listening to a classmate, she said that she was tired of it, so she had to separate. It's so free-flowing.

Compared with what my mother experienced later, this student love can only be regarded as a love song without ups and downs. But it was a memory that left a deep impression on my mother. The pathetic crying and weeping, and the girl's rapid joy and dislike of the old made the mother sigh that the speed and unpredictability of love are regardless of age.

After adulthood, love and breakups are much more complicated. Mom and Dad are standard examples. It may sound a little cold, but for adults, although the separation of love is mixed with more heart-rending crying and outright grief, no matter whether they cry or not, they must be rescued and each other's interests separated. After becoming a real adult, everyone is unwilling to bear the consequences of losing both people and money because of emotion.

Mom and Dad negotiated many times before they separated, discussing who would live with you, how the shared savings should be distributed, and the once unreasonable consumption became the point of accusation against each other, the ownership of the house, etc., all of which were both cold and full of professionalism. But it is also a consequence that adults have to endure after the breakdown of love.

In such a comparison, it seems that the love of the student days is more romantic and simpler. Even if you lose, it's better to withdraw and recover. Mom wishes you to meet your simple little beauty as soon as possible. Later, Mom will tell you the story of my first love.