This year's south seems to be so gloomy, from early spring to early summer, those sleepless and sparse rains, almost make people forget the difference between day and night.

Just like this ordinary twilight, I don't know when, from the shyness of the veins to the expressionless indifference, it should be forgotten that the people who have been in a hurry to accompany it bright and gloomy, if not to the point of being tasteless, to forget its original appearance, although, everything is just logical.

However, how much nature is in this world, and how much love and hate entanglement, some forgetfulness, is because other people's memories are closed, and there will be resentment in their hearts, so time will arbitrarily engrave everyone, or unforgettable or without traces, suddenly looking back, it is the vicissitudes of the turbulent undercurrent.

It's that it forgets, the time in the twilight, the twilight in the years, forgets that everyone in the vast world has someone who has no time to take care of themselves, and everyone has someone's love for the last resort, or, in hindsight - like Xia Lian:

Humming a little tune, his eyes glancing out of the window from time to time, and his hands did not stop, he quickly washed the dishes and chopsticks, and then put them aside in the sink on the side, and when he took off his apron, he pretended to glance at the kitchen door casually. Son Yin Zimo has been leaning there, not saying a word, just staring at her intently, in his immature little eyes, so praying, and a little pleading - looking forward to his mother's leisure, and begging for his mother's company.

"Be obedient, go to bed!" Approaching the child, she bowed her head slightly and whispered, "Mommy will be back soon!" According to the summary of past experience, at this time, you must not ask for warmth too much, otherwise this little thing will stick like kraft candy and prevent her from leaving.

"Mom, it's still raining outside, can you not go?" The son begged in a low voice, although he understood Xia Lian's hard work, but after all, he was only a nine-year-old child, and he still longed for a warm snuggle with his mother. Although I knew it would be hopeless, I couldn't help but want to make a final attempt.

"Really?" Xia Lian pretended not to know, turned to look at the rain line flying in the wind outside the window, soaked in the dark sky, and the fog blurred people's hearts together - how long has it been since she has not been with her baby well; How long will it take to end this rush to make ends and give her son a carefree life and work, she has no way to think about it, and she has no way to know.

Therefore, often, she hates herself so much, hates her incompetence, hates her stupidity, and when she reaches middle age, she can't take care of all the important things she cares about.

"That's right, and the weather forecast says it's going to be light to moderate rain!" The child hurriedly agreed, and stretched out her fleshy little hand to put it on her arm and shook it from side to side, pleading coquettishly.

"Just for a moment!" Ignoring the dampness on her hands, she held her son's little face with pity, and kissed her fiercely on the fleshy face, and the crisp sound could even be heard outside the window, as strong as her apology, "If there are few people, I will go home." "Don't dare to slack off for a day, otherwise I don't know when the three meals a day of the mother and son will become the most difficult problem.

"On a rainy day, how can anyone come out to buy something!" The child was clearly disappointed.

"So, because everyone thinks so, only your mother's family will be the only one when I go!" No matter how life was treated, she still had the clearest smile on her face, and she didn't want her young son to know about the unsatisfactory anxiety. His childhood was supposed to be carefree.

"Braggart ......," the child gave her a roll of the eye angrily.

"Boy, don't you believe me?" Kneading the child's little face until her facial features were deformed, she asked provocatively, knowing that she didn't know the bottom of her heart, but she insisted on holding on, "What if my business is hot tonight?" ”

"Then I'll brush this month's bowl!"

"I respect you as a man!" patted the top of her son's head, except for laughing, she didn't know how to deal with it, "don't play tricks" Chengzhu was in her chest, and it seemed that the yuan had been summoned in front ......of her.

"Qie, I'm not your ......"

"I ...... I don't lie......" She hurriedly explained, her tone obviously much weaker, maybe she was really weak-hearted.

"Waiting for your triumphant ......" knows that Xia Lian is not easy, and Zimo will not blindly take it seriously, although he is angry, he also understands that he is the most powerful motivation for his mother.

"Look, you!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of his son's bedroom, signaling that he should rest early.

"Good night, Comrade Xiao Xia!" Although I was not very reluctant, I knew that I was sleeping deeply, and maybe when I saw my mother again, it was probably the time to get up tomorrow morning and open my sleepy eyes, so I still said goodnight early.

"Good night, my man!" When her son entered the room, Xia Lian dared to gently wipe the corners of her eyes, what was moistening her slender and rough fingers.

The child's world should be simple and gorgeous, faintly worried, wanton and happy, but no matter when her Zimo can't go back, she can only quietly, dare not make a noise, afraid that she will be embarrassed, afraid that she will be sad, she knows it, and she doesn't dare to open her arms to comfort him, after all, the heavy pressure of life is so heavy that she has no time to be sad.

Quickly locked the doors and windows, hurriedly picked up two large bulging woven bags, turned around and moved down the stairs with difficulty. The bag is not very heavy, but for Xia Lian, who is only 1.55 meters tall, it is indeed a bit huge, and it is almost submerging her. I remember many years ago, every birthday, she would make the same wish devoutly - to grow taller, to grow taller, only 5 centimeters, but until now she has not fulfilled her wish.

Expertly hanging the two bags on the handlebars of the battery, she let out a long sigh of relief, and finally, she could take a break from the ride. People, always and anywhere, remember to be grateful, like her, always at this time to thank the progress of science and technology in this era for inventing things like electric donkeys, which has given convenience to many people.

However, the occasional smugness always can't escape the cloudy, sunny and rainy weather. Waiting for the interval of the red light, I suddenly found that the rain was getting denser and denser, although it hit the body softly, as if wrapped in tenderness, but it could not escape the fate of being wet. She was in such a hurry that she forgot to bring rain gear.

The body is slightly cold, always inevitably lead out the drunkenness of the heart, like joy or not joy, like resentment is not resentment, want to withdraw but is firmly absorbed, the whole heart is surging like a mountain and a sea, but can not find an outlet for catharsis, stuck in the throat, can not be spoken, just disappearing from time to time, like a red and green signal light at the intersection, repeatedly, never stopped.

"Huh? When did this red light turn green? When she came back to her senses, there were only 6 seconds left for the green light to go straight again, but another 120 seconds for the next green light. Maybe you can grab a booth with a better location in those 120 seconds, or you may miss a buyer.

People always have to pay full attention, otherwise they will miss more than one intersection.

"Why can't the waiting time be proportional to the travel time?" She muttered and complained, but there are so many reciprocities in this world.

Hurriedly started the battery car, and before he could increase the maximum horsepower, the electric donkey under him was already slowly tilting uncontrollably. Xia Lian wanted to support the car with her feet, but her strength was too small, and she obviously felt that the rear wheels were forcefully toppled little by little, until her hands could not grasp the direction, and the car was completely paralyzed on the ground.

"What traffic rules, obviously only for motor vehicles." She doesn't know how to drive, and she only knows simple pedestrian traffic rules, so there is a question that always can't be understood, why some intersections will always allow vehicles to turn right when pedestrians pass, so how to ensure the safety of pedestrians, but she is also at fault first, and she is caused by a moment of distraction, so she will only care about rushing and forgetting that there are vehicles turning right.

However, there are some rights and wrongs, and it is always too late to pay attention to them for the time being, and it is urgent to pick up the balls scattered all over the place first, otherwise it will really lose the lady and the soldiers.

Then, as far as the ball rolled, she chased as far as she could, and she could not hear the piercing whistle of the front and back, and forgot the vehicles that passed by her, and only thought that the treasure that rolled to the ground should not be crushed, but she forgot how dangerous she was in the dark night without any protection. However, gradually, gradually, she stopped running, there were really some dogs gnawing on hedgehogs, and she couldn't know where to start, looking at the colorful places, she could only squat on the ground in amazement.

"It's like my own life, all kinds of colors, just since when has it been out of control, all kinds of flavors!" She muttered, her mind slowly sinking into chaos......