The hospital was deserted, the tiles on the floor were cold and piercing, the air was filled with a strong smell of medicine that could not be dissipated, and Yunxiao looked down at everything in front of him, and his eyes did not seem to be focused.

On this day of New Year's Day, the temperature in City A was much lower than usual, and the lively atmosphere outside could not dispel the loneliness around him. He just hung his head down, his hat over his eyelids, and no one knew what he was thinking, or perhaps, he didn't think about anything.

The mother's condition deteriorated.

He has no father since he was a child, and his mother raised him alone, so he is sensible earlier than ordinary children. I remember when he was in the third grade of elementary school, when he learned that his mother groveled to work as a nanny for other people's families every day in order to provide him with education, he simply stopped studying.

He will never forget his mother's expression that day.

His mother, who had always been gentle, beat him at that time.

For the first time in his life, he hit him hard.

"Mom... I don't want to read anymore..."

The boy looked at the floor in silence.

"Why don't you read? I've worked so hard to make money so that you can have a better diploma in the future..."

The woman looked at him in amazement.

Xiao Yunxiao suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him firmly, and then he stretched out his slender and thin arm to hug his mother's waist, and the latter stiffened.

"Mom... There's nothing good about reading..."

"Can't make money to support your family.. I can't support you..."

The woman's raised hand was lowered abruptly, and she was silent for a moment, tears gushing out like broken strings.

The only thing she is proud of is her son's grades in school, Yunxiao has been smart since he was a child, and neighbors often say that he will definitely become a big man in the future.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have worked so hard.

Society is not friendly to a woman like her, she has no culture, and she has no husband, she is often looked down upon by others, and she even has to look at other people's faces when she does things.

She lived as humble as dust.

But she is not uncomfortable, because her son is sensible.

After a long day's work, she often comes home late at night, but she always finds that everything in the house has been neatly arranged, the floor is clean and dust-free, and the boiling water in the pot is still hot.

She will be very relieved and feel warm in her heart.

No matter how hard it is, it's worth it.

But... But the boy said he didn't read...

Yunxiao was stubborn, and his mother had to stop talking.

In the days that followed, Yunxiao often ran in various small restaurants, helping others with chores, doing some work within his ability, but it was not particularly tiring, and his mother saw it in her eyes and felt pain in her heart.

Her body grew weaker and weaker, and she eventually collapsed.

……

Suddenly, steady footsteps sounded.

He didn't look up, and continued to look back on the past, as if just recalling these things could make him feel that his mother was still standing in front of him, instead of lying on a cold hospital bed without any temperature, which made his heart like a knife!

But the man stood still before him.

"Clouds..."

The young man's deep voice reached his ears.

He glanced up at the man, who was dressed in a smart dark blue suit, with handsome features, and the lenses of his glasses were reflected by the light on the ceiling.

Yunxiao looked against the light like this, and looked at it for a while before speaking: "Brother Haoyu, why are you here." ”

"Have you forgotten that today is New Year's Day?" Haoyu stretched out his left hand and flicked it on his hat, shaking the thing he was holding in his right hand in front of his eyes, and the fragrance was fragrant.

It's dumplings.

Haoyu sat down beside him, unwrapped the dumplings, and handed them to him while they were hot, and when he did this series of movements, his arm couldn't help but touch the clouds. Due to the close proximity of the two, they could even feel the sound of each other's steady breathing when the clouds turned their heads.

"Eat it hot, I bought it for you."

Haoyu looked at him with one hand and his face like a scoundrel, and couldn't help frowning when he saw that he hadn't moved for a long time.

"Unappetizing?"

Yunxiao didn't speak, he lowered his eyes and looked at the steaming dumplings in front of him, he was originally in the dark and was suddenly pulled out by something, so that he was in a warmth, and there was no longer any sadness and loneliness.

His vision blurred.

I don't know if it's because of the water vapor emitted by the dumplings or his own tears, in short, his nose is exceptionally sour.

He bit his lip, not wanting Haoyu to see it.

He prides himself on being a strong man.

Now he is fragile like a child.

The man beside him was a careful master, seeing this, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulder, he himself was half a head taller than the clouds, so he let the other party lean on his shoulder, he was silent for a while, and then said:

"Don't do everything yourself."

He paused, looking sideways at the man beside him.

"As long as you turn around, I'll be behind you..."