After sorting out the information of the last customer, I took the last train home.

It was just me in the empty room.

I'm 26 years old and four years after graduating. Doing sales in a company that is not up or down, getting a small salary every month, and living a life that is not more than the upper and lower than the bottom.

My boyfriend, who had been talking to me for seven years, just broke up on the grounds that he couldn't see hope in me and was too lifeless.

The last time he asked me "are you married?", I refused as always.

The next day he said he wasn't waiting, he was thirty.

We broke up by default, seven years, I'm not uncomfortable.

I was lying on the couch, and my mother sent me a long list of WeChat voices.

"Your sister's illness can't be delayed any longer, do you still have any money over there? Your brother should also be in junior high school, and he is also under a lot of pressure at a young age. ”

"Your dad is getting older, his health is getting worse and worse, I'm worried now, what will your brother do in the future?"

"Your sister is depressed now because of her illness, Xiao Jin, I can't hold it anymore."

I turned off my phone and closed my eyes.

What is the purpose of living, and what is the meaning of it?

I smelled a smell of gas, and I suddenly remembered that I was just cooking.

My mother said she couldn't hold on, and I couldn't hold on.

The smell of gas is getting stronger, and I don't have any intention of getting up, so be it, it's good.

When I opened my eyes again, I was on my knees on the potholed earth.

"Do you go to school or not, and let people come back and call me all day long. Can't you just stop a day at school? It was the tone of my mother's hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

I was stunned, was my mother stupid? How many years have I graduated, and why do I still mumble about my childhood.

When I looked up, I seemed to be crying a lot, and my eyes were hazy with tears and I couldn't see the scene clearly.

When it is clear, it is the mother of her youth.

The mother wears a white blouse, black pants, and a pair of black cloth shoes with straps. She always likes to wear these shoes, saying that they are comfortable to walk.

Seeing that I didn't speak and kept crying, my mother became even more angry. I dragged me and threw it outside the courtyard, but in fact, the only thing that distinguishes the inside and outside of the courtyard is a wall made of bricks, as if it would collapse if you push it lightly.

I finally had a reaction, this was my home when I was a child, my home before I was twenty years old, to be exact. Later, the family moved and changed places.

I actually went back 20 years!

Am I born again?

"Mom......"

I shouted in a hoarse voice, a childish voice that I couldn't believe it was my own voice.

My mother dragged me a little harder, and her eyes were red, "Will you go to school well in the future?" ”

"Yes, it will."

Then she left me and turned to cook on the stove (kitchen).

I hesitated and walked to the room and sat down on the shabby couch.

When there were only two tables in the room and the shabby couch I was sitting on, the old-fashioned pendulum clock on the table was shaking.

A wall on the east side had not yet been broken, and there was Grandma's room. The west side is separated by a curtain, where my father and mother lived.

It's been so long ago that I just remember that I was supposed to be six years old, just in the first grade. But I don't know why, I cried as soon as I started class, and the teacher had to ask an older sister to send me home.

I don't know how many times this is today, but my mother finally broke out, stopped coaxing me as usual, and directly made me kneel on the ground.

My mother was actually a very gentle person, unlike many rural women who swear at every turn, she never scolded me, and she had a very good temper.

However, my sister and brother were not so lucky, and when my sister fell ill and my grandmother died in the same year, she became more and more moody.

"What's wrong, I heard that you are beating the child at home again." Suddenly I heard my grandmother's fiery voice, and my tears burst out of my eyes uncontrollably.