I invited him in with a middle-aged woman who looked like an assistant, and leaned back against the kitchen to watch them stare in the small room and examine it carefully.

The contract for this house was due to expire at the end of this month, so I made an appointment with the real estate company and asked them to send someone to check out.

The refundable deposit should have been $1,200. After he finished reading the room and talking to me about this and that, I simply asked him how much he needed to deduct. He said he could only pay me back 700 yuan.

I said yes, and after a brief sign, I left the room with my backpack, suitcase, and garbage bag.

I carried my suitcase and wandered aimlessly through the streets alone. There is still some time until half past six. What should we do?

Internet cafes, bookstores, KTVs, cafes, fast food restaurants, there are many places you can go, but none of them are must-go.

"Where you have to go." I thought softly.

Born and raised in Gimhae, he also experienced the life of the middle class as a child. Although I lost my parents when I grew up, I still stayed in this place. But now, when I want to leave, to a town in the mountains that I have not heard of once in 17 years, I can't think of a place that I must go to before leaving.

As a result, for me as a person, there is no place in this world that I have to go. Perhaps this is also the effect of deviating from the trajectory.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight, and the second secondary school boy is fearless." I try to lighten my mind and not think about things that are too complicated.

You're about to embark on a long journey, so be lenient with yourself.

Eventually, before I knew it, I went back to the place where I had met the gentle woman that day, sat down on a bench near the little fountain, and then opened the book "30 Years of Sayings" and read it absentmindedly.

My eyes followed the dense words on the pages, but my focus was on my ears – I hoped to hear the sound of his heels tapping the steps again.

I don't know her profession, her name, whether she has a husband and children. All I know is that she is a woman who is also gentle with strangers.

If only she showed up today and accosted me. There are so many things to say, so many things that can't be said, and I want to find someone to talk to before I leave.

I knew I was scared, sad, confused, and I knew that in order to survive, I had to be strong and let myself survive these depressing. But I'm leaving, before leaving, longing to talk to a gentle woman about my uneasiness, longing for a warm hug from her, is this weakness?

I don't know.

I suddenly remembered the letter my mother had written to me.

"Xiao Han, I left you when you were 17 years old, and I feel guilty and extremely ashamed to be your mother. But I had to.

I have met the best husband in my life, and I have given birth to the loveliest and most handsome son, what else could a woman ask for?

But in the end, this is nothing more than self-deception. Xiao Xuan, I have been hiding something from you, trying my best to hide it, and I will do everything I can to hope that you will learn about it one day later—I know, I know very well, although one day, I will tell you about it.

Maybe you can't understand it, but before my mother gave birth to you - you were still in my womb, desperately hoping to be born, punching and kicking. I caressed you through the skin, feeling that I could do it myself, that I could overcome everything and guard you well until you were a complete adult.

But after you were born, I began to realize that everything didn't go as smoothly as I thought.

Because you are so lively and lovely, you have your own thoughts, you will cry because you are hungry, you will fall asleep because you lie in your mother's arms and close your eyes, and you will bow your head and admit your mistakes because you are reprimanded by your mother.

My biggest mistake is to take your life for granted and let you live the way I want it to be.

Xiao Han, mom is not from this world. Mom is from across the ocean, on a small, far, far away island. There, my mother had a lover with whom I had grown up, and I left him when I was 17 years old – I had to leave him, as is the rule of the island.

In order to finally be with him, I had to leave for a while. Then my mother was in this side of the world, met my father, married him, and had a child. But Xiao Han, this is a helpless choice in order to live.

I've always told myself that, I have to tell myself. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to go back to the island and face the people waiting for my mother on the island.

Xiao Han, you were born, but your biological father is not the man who lived with you and me when I was a child.

My father found out about this, so he left you and left me. It's a matter of course, and I understand him perfectly.

Xiao Han, his father is innocent, he is really a good husband. You are also innocent, a good boy, and the most precious treasure of your mother's life. It's all my fault, I'm a selfish woman.

Xiao Hanging, Mom must return to the island. Do you know? That person is very stupid, if my mother doesn't go back, I'm afraid he will really wait for the rest of his life. That's no different from killing him.

But when I go back, I won't be with him. I would tell him everything truthfully and leave the island if I could.

Xiao Han, you must live strongly. Mom, I'm sorry for you, because of gambling addiction, in the end, there was only 5,000 yuan left in the body. It's not much, but I hope you save it.

You have to treat yourself well, and you must grow up healthy and healthy. Mom will always be in the world over there, always watching over you.

——Give me the child I love the most in my life. ”

Tears gradually blurred my eyes, and in the silent breeze, I seemed to smell my mother's scent, and my consciousness gradually became blurred.

But there was no trace of uneasiness in my heart, and as I slowly fell towards the blurred floor, I suddenly thought of the strange voice from another world. Maybe I'll be taken away by that guy.

However, on the other hand, it feels better to end up like this than to live with the memories of being abandoned. I pulled the corners of my mouth slightly, revealing a wry smile, but even the muscles at the corners of my mouth stiffened a little.

In the last moments before I lost consciousness completely, I saw a girl in a white dress staring at me in the distance in the darkness of my consciousness. I couldn't see her clearly because of my blurred vision.

However, I can't forget the smell that wafts into my nose with the wind now, and it's my mother. In the end, the image left in my mind was the back of my mother who was a young girl gradually moving away from me. And when I regained my consciousness, I found myself in a strange land.

But soon, when I saw the two people in the distance, I understood something. My body was floating, translucent, like an ethereal ghost. And this is probably the island that my mother said, which is her hometown.

When I thought of this, a huge torrent of memories rushed into my mind in an instant, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, all the madness poured into my mind, I couldn't help but squatted down with my head in pain, but I couldn't make a sound, I could only endure this pain in my heart.

However, among the shattered, countless fragments of memory, I vaguely saw the twisted and broken figure of my mother......

"It's Mommy's memory......" I muttered, but I still couldn't mix the sound into the air, and my eyes looking at the sky blurred and replaced them with scenes from my memories that gradually reconstituted in my mind.

It is an endless island with a turquoise blue sea and gloomy sky on one side and winding mountains on the other.

Perhaps there was a cold rain yesterday afternoon, when the sand and gravel in the interior of the island were slightly dark, mixed with the loose soil, and there was a small gurgling sound when you stepped on it. It's like a bullfrog screaming after being stepped on its bulging belly.

On the headland of the island, there are several huge brown rocks. The shape is sharp and angular, like the first mold of some kind of blunt instrument carved out by a powerful craftsman.

The boulder is always wet due to the waves that can invade at any time, and it is difficult to usher in a dry day. But there is a certain brilliance in it that is too intense to ignore.

Behind the boulders are towering ridges and dense jungles covering the entire slopes. The near-black soil and gravel are piled up all year round. Squeezed and squeezed, forming a solid and difficult to shake foundation.

Countless vegetation writhed happily and grew freely. When they first arrived, they were emerald green, with thin and fragile foliage, and their heads shook as the wind from the ridge climbed to the top of the sky.

Again and again, the waves with white foam at the edges of the sea held high in the air, and then crashed against the boulders. The boulder was silent, and the waves were silent. Swallow the gravel and gravel into your stomach and dive deep into the deep blue sea.

Occasionally, the sun shines through the clouds and onto the islands. Whenever this happens, it seems that everything is in harmony and order. The wounds of the vegetation gradually healed, the color became darker, the leaves thickened, and the lines became deeper and clearer.

The footsteps of the wind are gentle, no longer reckless, and the car slowly climbs to the top along the smoothed ridge. White particles gradually condense on the top of the boulder.

Looking from afar, it looks like a man in his fifties with snow-white sideburns. The skin is rough and hard, and several deep wrinkles are carved into the forehead.

Only a certain light is still brightening and thickening.

The sun left early, and clouds covered the sky. Night fell quickly. Everything seems to have completed the day's tasks and is beginning to fall into a deep sleep.

Only the flickering lighthouse and boulder in the distance are still standing silently. The lighthouse waits for night, or something. There is no way to know.

One day, there were two more figures on the edge of the island, neither tall nor short. The moment is just before sunset. Slightly thinner clouds remained in the air. The afterglow was hazy, but it was enough to drag the things on the island out of a long shadow.

A teenager, and a teenage girl. The girl lowered her head slightly, and walked slowly on the uneven gravel with small steps, and the boy looked straight ahead and walked slowly, his steps were wider than the girl's, but he walked side by side with her.

The girl's body was just like her small steps, slender and petite, the thin fingers were slightly bent inward, and the delicate skin lines on the joints faded and deepened in the light. Her nails were excessively short.

He wore a silver necklace around his neck, no pendant, just a chain. The teenager also had one around his neck, slightly thicker than hers. Again, there are no pendants.

The air flowing between the two is soft but subtle. The taste is slightly sweet, but also slightly sour. It's like a creamy cake that's expired for two or three days. The person who eats knows something is wrong, but he will still chew it again.