"The coldness in his eyes slowly rose and turned into an overwhelming fire"

"No, it didn't take long to eat...... she sat up with a pale face, and pulled her hair behind her ears.

"Go to the hospital for injections, you are so hard every time, can your body withstand it?" Mu Zi'an turned around and went to get his coat.

Mu Zi'an's mother has a chronic stomach problem, and if she doesn't pay attention to it, she will commit it, especially when the weather is cold.

"It's all the same, it's okay, it'll be fine in a while......" she said, coughing, shaking her bloodless lips

At that moment, the door opened. With a burst of unhurried footsteps, Mu Zi'an's father walked into the bedroom and saw Mu Zi'an's mother lying on the bed, muttering impatiently: "Humming and chirping all day long, going to the hospital when you are sick, what are you doing at home!" He shouted, and began to pack his clothes from the closet.

"Aren't you going to take my mom to the hospital?" Mu Zi'an hugged his arms, leaned against the door frame, and looked coldly at his father who was packing his things.

His father, the man who was a little indifferent at the moment, carried the luggage he had just packed, threw down the sentence "I'm going on a business trip, I'm not free", and walked out without looking back.

Mu Zi'an looked at his father's back, and the coldness in his eyes slowly rose and turned into an overwhelming flame. The flame burned hot in his eyes, in his chest, and in his body. This kind of angry force exploded as soon as it "soared", and Mu Zi'an ran angrily to his father, pulled the duffel bag in his father's hand, and threw it on the ground.

"Let you go, keep you busy, let you be free!" That irrepressible force, in Mu Zi'an's chest, roared such a voice.

With that roar, the canvas handbag with the words "Made in Shanghai, China" fell into the courtyard, and the clothes inside were lying on the ground messily, watching everything that happened in the yard with cold eyes, like onlookers-by, and even laughed.

"Little thief, what are you doing!" Mu Zi'an's father was stunned for a moment, then twisted his neck and pointed at Mu Zi'an.

"Zi'an, what are you doing, your father can't do it, he's busy ......" Mu Zi'an's mother, hearing the voice, was so anxious that she couldn't take care of her weak body, she couldn't care about the tears in her eyes, she just desperately dragged Mu Zi'an who wanted to continue to move forward.

Mu Zi'an broke free of his mother's hand and approached his father, looking "not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth".

Mu Zi'an was not afraid of his father's shouting and yelling, he was no longer the little boy who only knew that he was following his father and pulling at his clothes.

Mu Zi'an is older than the average junior high school student, in the past few years, his size has jumped sharply, even surpassing his father, and his body is getting stronger and stronger, and his father has gradually shown some signs of aging. Therefore, Mu Zi'an, who was standing in front of his father, was not inferior to his father, the man who was close to forty years old, in terms of height or momentum.

Mu Zi'an stared at his father with a cold look, like a sudden cold wind in a winter night, and like an awe-inspiring cold air rushing towards him, with a force that could not be ignored.

Mu Zi'an thought about everything that had happened over the years: those joys and worries, those sadness and melancholy, and those sorrows and pains. He didn't know whether time was short because of beauty or long because of pain, he only knew that those unpleasant memories had almost covered the only warm colors.

He stood there, looking at his father, as if he were in a dark place, and everything around him was gray and desolate.

The sparrows on the branches were startled away by their father's voice with a hula, and knocked down a few dead leaves that were already crumbling.