"Embedded in the face, the eyes are like a crescent moon in the sky."

Mu Zi installed the schoolbag, and when he wanted to return Lin Yawen's composition to her, he found that she was no longer in the classroom. He picked up his schoolbag and hurriedly ran out, but he still didn't find Lin Yawen's shadow, so he put the book again and carefully put it into the schoolbag, and then closed the zipper of the schoolbag with a "stab".

At that time, the twilight was dying, he wrapped his open school uniform jacket, stepped on his bicycle, and drove out of the school gate with a puff of smoke. He whistled and pedaled the car as fast as he could, leaning forward, his open coat swaying slightly in the evening breeze.

Walk through the deep alleys, through a long, narrow path, at the end of which is the flat place is Mu Zi'an's home.

It was a small two-story building, and it stood out in the middle of a low-rise bungalow. Mu Zi'an pushed open the maroon red gate, parked the car in front of the front wall in the middle of the courtyard, and threw his schoolbag at random in the entrance corridor.

"Mom, I'm back!" Mu Zi'an held the key and shouted into the house. But for a long time, Mu Zi'an didn't hear anyone answer.

In the past, when Mu Zi'an came home from school, he would smell the smell of food, while his mother, who was either sitting in the front hall watching TV or sitting on the sofa knitting sweaters, was unusually today, and the whole room was quiet, which made people feel a little scared.

"Mom!" Mu Zi'an shouted a few more times.

"Zi'an, you're back......" A weak voice came from the bedroom, mixed with a few coughs. Mu Zi'an hurriedly pushed the door and walked into the bedroom, and saw his mother, leaning on the back of the bed, closing her eyes slightly in pain.

She wore a dark brown turtleneck sweater with a black waistcoat over it, and shoulder-length hair that was somewhat disheveled. She reclined on the backrest, her left hand on her waist and her right hand on her lower abdomen, struggling to get up.

"Mom, is it a stomach problem again...... Where's my dad? Mu Zi'an's mother nodded, then shook her head again.

In Mu Zi'an's memory, her mother was a beautiful and gentle woman. She is tall and tall, with a pair of dark and bright eyes and thin and long eyebrows on her good-looking melon seed face. Her skin was fair, and when she smiled, her eyes were like a crescent moon in the sky.

When she was young, she was a salesperson in the town's supply and marketing cooperative, and later when the supply and marketing cooperatives closed down, she stayed at home to take care of the life of Mu Zi'an and his son.

Mu Zi'an's father is also an employee in the supply and marketing cooperative, responsible for procurement, after the closure of the supply and marketing cooperative, he came out to do self-employment, and the business is also quite prosperous, and there are more and more problems.

Mu Zi'an couldn't remember when it started, his father came home less and less often, and the time was getting later and later, and the quarrels between his parents became more frequent and more intense. I can't remember how long it has been since the family had a good meal at home.

The most memorable moment was a few years ago when he was awakened by the sound of dishes shattering. He ran out of the bedroom in horror and saw his father buttering on the couch with a drunken face, and his mother reaching out to wipe her tears as she swept away the pieces of dishes.

Somehow, the parents started arguing again, and in the middle of the argument, the father reached out and slapped the mother in the face. His father was tall, and when he slapped him, his emaciated mother fell to the ground like a dead leaf on an autumn branch......

The past was vivid, Mu Zi'an sighed a few times in his heart, and then opened the drawer. With the smell of medicine, Mu Zi'an found the medicine that his mother often took, poured a glass of boiling water, and handed it to his mother.

Is there a medicine in the world that can heal both physical and spiritual pain?

Mu Zi'an didn't know.