"Next time you come back early, your mom will be worried." Wu Wei's father sat alone on the sofa, lighting a cigarette in his hand and watching TV.

Wu wanted to speak, but he didn't say a word, didn't look at his father, and walked back to the room. There was the sound of the door closing, and it seemed so empty in the living room.

Wu Yajun lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and was still wearing leather shoes at his feet. After smoking, Wu Yajun took off his leather shoes, took a shower in the bathroom, and when he returned to the bedroom, he heard his wife's complaints.

"What did Xiao Yu do?" l

"He came back so late, did he fool around with that wild girl again?" Xie Lan was worried that her son would be taken crookedly.

"Listen to my advice and don't care about the children's affairs. At least even if Wu Wei is guilty of a crime now, I believe he has done nothing wrong. Wu Yajun believes that his son, even if he has to do something illegal, it will definitely not be a moral wrongdoing.

Wu Yajun recalled his past after graduating from university. At that time, he was still a rare college student, but he took a beautiful wife, and his career was smooth, so it can be said that he was never stressed. As a husband, he satisfied his wife's vanity, let the family of three live a superior material life, and also bought a small villa.

But since he peeked at his son's diary, watching his son's growth spanning nearly six years from elementary school to high school, he has never shaken the original innocent and ridiculous idea, and as time passed, Wu Yajun blamed himself a little bit.

Reflecting on it, his son has spent all these years, and it will take even longer, in order to fulfill a girl's college dream, I don't know how Wu Wei will do it, and whether it will be counterproductive to help them now. Wu Yajun pondered, if you had done it earlier, would the result be different, would it have been accepted by the gang now, Wu Wu, how would you do it from your father's standpoint.

Wu Yajun had to admit that his son, who had just turned sixteen, was already a man who was bigger and more responsible than him. The pride of his son is also painful, because of his cold eyes, let the two young boys and girls who were originally young people suffer undeserved pain for a little tuition.

Mu Yuxun in the room, sitting on the bed, soothing the surging heartbeat, looking through Wu Wei's diary, ready to understand his part.

The content of the diary is very simple, from the simple language at the beginning to the rich content at the back, corresponding to Wu Wei's growth. Sometimes it records what Mu Yuxun said, and it is more like Wu Wei recording Mu Yuxun's growth than a diary. Being in misfortune and recalling an unfortunate past is a kind of pain, and recalling it only magnifies the pain.

A certain page was mixed with a worn-out five dimes, Yu Xun picked up the five cents, and fell into a memory: he was slandered for stealing five cents, and no matter what he said, he was scolded as a thief. Wu Wei walked over from behind and handed it to the man Wumao, "I picked it up over there, and I accidentally stepped on it", the man didn't accept it, Wu Wei changed to a new one, but no one thanked Wu Wei, and no one apologized to himself, "I want to buy snacks, I'm sorry to find it." And the first time he got angry with Wu Wei was because Wu Wei didn't pick up money.

And the diary is indeed another story: someone lost five cents, saying that Yu Xun was a thief. I took five cents from my pocket and stepped on the ground and handed it to the robber, who asked for a new one. I said to Yu Xun, "I want to buy food", and Yu Xun got angry about it. So cute, I'm so happy, I helped her. She's not going to ignore me.

Mu Yuxun read word by word, and pictures flashed in front of him. In winter, he didn't have gloves, and he always took a broom through his sleeve when he swept the playground, but he refused the gloves handed to him by Wu Wei for fear of getting dirty, but it hurt his heart. Reading that he once apologized for helping himself fight, Mu Yuxun was deeply annoyed, a boy could only use his hands to vent outside, and he also recorded a lot of things when he was bullied.

"It turns out that he is there every time, no wonder there is always a wound on his hand that bleeds." Mu Yuxun muttered, pinching his arm with one hand, and he didn't feel pain. I like each other, so I am only in pain now, because my actions are to protect Wu Wei, and I want Wu Wei not to be dragged down by myself, so I do it silently, but I don't want this to be more painful. Just as Wu Wei could only relieve the pain in the form of self-harm, Mu Yuxun is now venting by pinching himself with his fingers.

Today's exam report card is out, Yu Xun Chinese 100 points, a math 96 points, waving the report card, jumping like a princess, holding a leaf and saying to me, "The leaf knows that it will fall, and I want to repay the tree for its upbringing, I want to repay my mother." ”

Countless stories from the past have passed in front of me again, obviously the protagonist of the story, but it is not until many years later that the complete story is learned.

A simple diary, recording a lot of small things, the language is simple, there is no falsehood, each is related to oneself, and looks at oneself from the perspective and heart of Wu Wei. Record each one with its own ups and downs. Being happy is happier than yourself, and suffering is more painful than yourself. It's like going back in time and experiencing it all over again. Careful care, full of love, innocent dreams, and hard work, but they were bruised all over their bodies.

"I'm such a fool to think that no one cares, no one likes it, and annoying people. is obviously around, but he has repeatedly questioned and refused. Mu Yuxun's tears fell on the diary, but he was no longer confused or troubled.

"You said you would no longer make me cry, no more grief. But this is the second time, big liar. "The crystal tears were not unwilling.

"I'm really a little monkey in the hands of the Buddha, thinking that I have a secret to speak of, but there is nothing you don't know." Mu Yuxun smiled, put away the diary and envelope, and put the box in the desk drawer.

Mu Yuxun in his sleep had a strange dream,

In a small wooden house, Mu Yuxun sat alone on a chair, looking at a glass lamp, the flames flickering, illuminating the house. "I can't find my way back." Mu Yuxun, who was talking to himself to the lamp, lay lonely in front of the lamp. The flames flickered and burned themselves, increasing the light, as if responding to Mu Yuxun.

"Are you going to take me back?" Mu Yuxun felt the response of the lamp, and walked in the dark night with the lamp in sight. The slightest light is not enough to illuminate the night, and even the road in the distance cannot be seen clearly. Mu Yuxun, who was trembling, sat on the ground in fear, and the glass lamp could not bring her light.

The glass lamp felt the girl's loneliness and fear, slowly rose into the sky, turned into countless fragments and flew on both sides of the road, with the moonlight that refracted the starry sky, so that the road in the distance was clearly visible. Mu Yuxun stood up and walked a few steps, but his heart was empty.

Looking back, I saw the remnants of the lamp left on the ground, slowly came back, picked up the lamp, walked in the direction of coming, no longer looking back, no longer looking back, the wooden house was the new home.