Everything in the world has a cycle of cause and effect, and when everything has a beginning, there will be a day when it will appear and end. Fate is a very magical thing, no one can accurately predict when it will start, when it will end, when it will pass by, when you don't know the other side, when you will worry about it, and miss your life.

Yan Xin and Jia Sisi stepped on the plane back. The two sat next to each other, speechless. Yan Xin wore an eye patch and leaned back on his seat to catch up on sleep. Jass took a book and read it carefully, with a bookmark on the page. The bookmark is gray-blue as the main tone, and the paper is long in the shape of a card. There is a simple pig painted on it, and the pig has a spiral-shaped multicolored pattern, and some of the lines of the pig are a little blurred, showing its sense of age. After reading for a long time, his eyes were tired, Jia Sisi put down the book and observed the surroundings, everyone was concentrating on their own things, and their eyes were finally fixed on Yan Xin's face, time was passing, and the scene did not move at all.

Meet in the past, reunite today, accompany each other for a short time, are about to part, live in the same city, feel uncomfortable on the other side, good memories, stay in the past, see you again in the future, still strange. The intersection between us will remain this year. A new year, a new beginning, and the intersection will only be preserved in memories, and we are destined to be shallow.

The arrival of New Year's Day means the beginning of the holiday. When I was in school, Wang Yan didn't like New Year's Day very much, New Year's Day means not the New Year, but the busyness of approaching the exam, or the anxiety and sigh of learning about the exam results, my mother always has all kinds of reasons to spur me to study, stimulate the elements of hard work in me, good or bad grades, will end with a speech accusing the integration of preaching, and my father's smile warms my heart. Until now, I didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. It's just that when I was in school, I still remember the interaction with my mother, and I didn't even like the New Year's Day festival of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, and the New Year's Eve.

When she was in college, Wang Yan would participate in New Year's Eve activities with her peers, games, light shows, handsome little brothers, beautiful little sisters, different costumes to cover up their original appearance, different performances, and all kinds of fun projects. The noisy atmosphere covers up the unhappiness in my heart, and I have a free and easy feeling of drinking and getting drunk today, and I miss it very much. When I returned to my hometown, I was destined to miss out on such activities. After tasting the joy, stand in the bland. Standing on the peak, suddenly falling to the bottom, the drop can aptly describe me at this moment. Former classmates, new friends, involuntarily classified as a type of person in their hearts, and the friendliness on the surface cannot reach the moment of heart-to-heart. The boyfriend who wants to be with him the most, in a distant place, has no entity, and can only be pinned on the Internet. Except for Brother Peng, the others have become not particularly important, and it makes no difference who they have been with. New Year's Day was overhauled, and the day before was the night shift, and I had a full time to celebrate the holiday. Whether you don't like it or not becomes less important, but the reason for adjusting to boring life is the point.

My mother went to the airport to see off my cousin and his girlfriend, and when she returned, she was depressed continuously. Behind the smile on his face, the word "reluctantly" is also written.

"Little princess, little darling. Is it okay to accompany your mother for New Year's Day and New Year's Eve? ”

Maternal tenderness covered me, bound everything about me, and the ghost answered me in a terrible way. "Okay."

After the night shift, Wang Yan, who rushed home, recalled the scene a few days ago, a little lingering, and a little excited. I have Brother Peng, and when he comes back from abroad, we will form a small family. There will be less and less time to spend with your mother, and you should cherish this moment when you have such an opportunity.

Since it was to agree to my mother's request, everything was based on my mother, and when I didn't get off work in the morning, I received an address from my mother. This is the first stop in the plan - the steam hall.

When I arrived at the address, I met my mother and found that my mother had thoughtfully prepared a change of clothes and other belongings for her. It feels like a kind of happiness to be warm, and when you come to this kind of place with your friends, when have you ever enjoyed such treatment? The good embodiment of mom can't be described in words.

When you're done, walk home. After putting down her things and changing her clothes, Yan Yan took her daughter to the second stop bar.

Standing at the door, before she walked in, Wang Yan's careful thoughts kept emerging.

How could my mother bring me to such a place, was she testing me?

Of course I've been to bars, just haven't been to bars in the city. I was a good girl in my mother's eyes, if I was known to have been to a bar, was I educated by my mother?

I'm pretending to be a good guy here, it's too cheap. It's likely to be noticed by others, and I don't want to be the center of attention, so why don't I leave now?

In this world, my mother is the one who knows me best. This sentence is truly embodied here.

"Little princess, timid?"

"Nope." Take it one step at a time.

"You're in your twenties, stay with your mother. It's not like you haven't been to this kind of place, and when you were in college, there were some things about you that I didn't want to talk about, just because I didn't know. ”

Wang Yan smiled sincerely, her anxiety was broken, and her state of mind was released. "Mom, you're really an old ginger."

"Don't describe me like that, according to you, I'm either about to rot or dry without a drop of water. Neither of these cases is good. Follow me in. After speaking, he took his daughter's hand and walked inside.

Wang Yan asked as she walked; "Won't it cost us anything to go in?"

Yan Yan didn't answer her daughter's question, and when the staff at the gate saw Yan Yan, they greeted her one after another and called Yan Yan Sister Yan.

A thought emerges from the brain, recalling what Dad once said to himself, your mom has many faces, you just don't know. The idea is reluctant to deny, and it must not have strength, just waiting for the original owner to take the initiative to inform.

"I have some shares in this store, so that's it."

Wang Yan, who got the accurate answer, felt that things were not so simple, and the sixth sense told herself that her mother called her here not just to celebrate the New Year's Eve, but what else to do next, she could only wait for her mother to say it herself.

The person in charge of the bar came over, and Yan Yan introduced Wang Yan's identity. Sniffing in exaggerated deference, the proportion of some shares should be quite objective.

Here, Yan Yan's whole body is reborn, exuding the charm of a mature woman, with the brilliance of a half-aged. The first time I saw my mother pole dance, I only knew that I could do it, but I never knew that I could dance so well. Watching my mother get drunk for the first time changed from her usual normal appearance, it touched the bottom of my heart and caused a lot of pain.

At 22 o'clock on the street, it was biting cold, and I just got out of the taxi and helped my mother to go home. Walking into the house, her mother was slumped at the door, and Wang Yan was taking off her coat and changing her shoes, planning how to place her mother. This is the first time, and my eyes are black.

Yan Yan stood up suddenly, grabbed her daughter's cheeks with both hands and said, "Xiao Yu, I miss you so much." When he had finished speaking, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Who is Xiao Yu?

Author's Note: Is the new year a new beginning, an ordinary day endowed with a new meaning, or a self-directed and self-staged adjustment of life.

Plus needs to release so much content at once, some hands hurt, and my brain is swollen. In the last few days, I have been revising and publishing the content, and I have found some problems, but after learning and reading, it still exists, and I have a very brainless idea.

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