The word home will have a different definition in everyone's heart, perhaps containing love, hate, hesitation or patience and other elements, these elements converge on a common point, that is, the tenderness in everyone's heart, this is a place where you can willingly put down any mask and disguise. You are out there overcoming thorns and thorns, dragging your scarred body back, and a door will always be open for you unconditionally to receive you. It's a place, a place to lean on, a place to shelter from the elements, a place to radiate warmth, a place to bring you energy. But it doesn't have to be a place that understands you. At least that's what Su Peng thinks.

This is what my home looks like, the home is made up of my parents and me, an ordinary family of three. The relationship between dad and mom is struggling in a trivial pond, putting things the size of sesame seeds on the table, and expressing his opinion with a posture of swearing to the death. Always use soft and hard knives to keep switching to achieve their goals, and the final result is always a lose-lose, after the wound heals, meet to fight again. If one side does not heal, the other side will take the initiative to truce. A child is always a child and has no say in front of adults, whether they are adults or not. The demands of adults, children must comply, slightly resist, and the hat of unfilial piety on the head cannot be argued.

In the more than 30 years of entanglement between the parents, neither of them has overwhelmed the other with strength and won, and they have never reached a consensus on almost anything, unless someone violates their common interests. For me, they give their children what they think is the best in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but they never understand what children really need. Use your own ideas to define what the child wants, although the child's appearance is a miniature version of yours, but as an independent individual, a living person, has its own unique ideas. Su Peng has told his parents more than once that painting is not just a quick way to get a college diploma for him, and I really like to draw. To this day, my parents still don't believe in this statement, for the simple reason that my painting skills are not outstanding.

Success is 1% luck and 99% perspiration. In some ways, talent determines the development of the day after tomorrow. Su Peng knows his own level, but he loves painting, and nothing can change it. It is likely that your own hands will never be able to pick up a paintbrush again, and you will be like a cataclysm that has gone through an overwhelming disaster, substituting yourself into the abyss of hell. I once heard such a sentence, in this world, death is not terrible, terrible is painful living. I feel like I'm walking a single-plank bridge between life and death.

"Son. Hand injuries are fine, and do not affect daily life. As long as people live well, they are better than anything else. In the future you will be fine, everything will be fine. The flesh that fell from her body, Yu Mei thought that she knew the knot in her child's heart very well, and direct comfort was the most effective.

Mother's words are a little warm, and the power of the blood plays a unique role. Su Peng seemed to see his mother open her arms waiting for her to walk in and embrace her. "I can't draw anymore. I can't draw now. ”

The son's words with a coquettish tone reached Yu Mei's ears and breathed a sigh of relief. He said with a smile; "Painting can't be eaten, even if you don't paint for the rest of your life, you don't have anything."

Disappointment befell Su Peng, like a bucket of ice water falling from the head down, and finally from the top to the bottom. The mother's arms are not warm, and there are invisible knives everywhere, waiting for the prey to come into play.

The change in his son's attitude has always been the focus of Su Aiguo, this is his only child, in case of an accident, what kind of great changes will happen to his world, I can't predict, and I dare not imagine, Su Aiguo said something like this to his wife: "The child is sad." Wife, why do you talk like that? Isn't this rubbing salt in a child's wound? ”

These words touched on the dissatisfaction that had accumulated in Yu Mei's heart for many years. "After graduating from university for so many years, my current job has nothing to do with painting, and I always buy things related to painting. I wondered what was the use of these things, they cost money and took up space. It costs a lot of money to buy these things every year, and it's good for you to do something else with that money, and it's not bad to save it. It's better to have a bad hand, and it's always a waste of money to save money. I was half a pound and eight taels, and I was planning to jump around. In the end, I had to come back and be embarrassed. How good is this, keep the family and the countryside, be safe, get married, have children, and help you while your mother is young. ”

At this moment, Su Peng realized that he was self-willed, and returned to her side for his mother, working, and living. How unbearable she is in her eyes. When I was in college, I had the idea that I couldn't give up my insistence on painting because I didn't have money to eat or sleep on the streets. I never expect anyone to appreciate it, I just want to draw with a pen. I know that my work is not very good, ordinary in the eyes of others, or unbearable. But as long as I draw with a pen, my life will have lasting meaning and a sense of flesh and blood. My mother didn't understand me, and my father's silent attitude was a secret support for my mother. "I don't smoke, I don't drink. Don't gamble. No fighting. Saving your own expenses and investing part of your labor income in painting, why is it so unbearable in your eyes? The money I pay for painting-related items is my salary, so why in your eyes, I don't even have the right to dispose of my own income. I'm your son, not a doll you've made. ”

After Su Peng finished speaking, he went into his room. Yu Mei looked at her son's back and hesitated.

"You crazy woman, look at you, is this persuading your son, or being angry with your son." Su Aiguo complained to his wife.

Yu Mei fired a fire at her husband. "You have a way, how to pretend to be dumb just now."

Su Aiguo did not discern his own behavior just now, but asked rhetorically; "What should I do?"

Yu Mei picked up her mobile phone and dialed Tian Tian's phone, and under the witness of Su Aiguo, she completed her plan. After his wife hung up the phone, Su Aiguo hurriedly spoke; "What are you doing. What my son likes is Yan Yatou. ”

Yu Mei smiled and said, "I don't like it, I like Tian Tian." I hate Yan Yan and don't want that person to be a relative. ”

"If you say that, you're ruining your son's happiness."

"I'm a, I won't hurt him."

Su Peng took his coat and bag and prepared to go out. Su Aiguo stopped his son, hoping to stop him. But he still couldn't resist Su Peng's insistence, Su Peng didn't understand what kind of accident would happen to him during his usual distraction, and unexpected things would still happen.

One day in the future, I will learn that this night's accident has involved him and a woman for a lifetime. Such an implication is the result of the mixed fermentation of human rights, and there is no other way to continue living in this city than to accept it. Such a mistake is created and the love of the heart has no chance in this life.

Author's note: Everyone has the right to pursue what they want, and they don't care if they hurt others. Selfishness may magnify things, and when it can't end, there will be a sober brain to distinguish between right and wrong.

When I was writing this chapter, I sorted out a lot of relationships, thought about many versions, and finally decided that such a version was temporarily satisfied.

I feel very psychedelic when I see the data of the work today, and I don't want to complain about anything, so update the Buddhist system.

(End of chapter)