Between her hairs, a few gray hairs silently lurked.

Seeing that Mu Zi'an didn't respond, but just looked at him coldly, the man put down his raised hand, glanced at Mu Zi'an, and then turned around and left the courtyard, leaving a messy place behind him.

"If you're gone, don't come back!" Mu Zi'an roared, his eyes burning with anger were slowly covered by the wetness of the newly rising air, and everything in front of him began to become blurry, as if it was real and illusory, as if it was nothing.

It would be nice if all the painful memories were just a dream. When we wake up, the sky is still the same day, and we are still the same us.

How nice it would be.

Looking at his father's back, Mu Zi'an still shed tears. He didn't expect that he would dare to confront his father face to face, once upon a time, he was a great hero in his mind. At this time, Mu Zi'an discovered that his father's alienation from this family over the years had planted the seeds of resentment in his heart. This seed grows bigger and bigger until it takes root and sprouts, and then it spreads densely and intertwined in its dark heart.

Mu Zi'an pondered and pondered in the twilight.

The twilight was heavy, enveloping this small courtyard full of melancholy and sorrow, and the evening breeze blew the hibiscus trees in the courtyard, and the treetops that blew straight forward were rustling. Smoke rose from the neighbor's cooking, and the sound of a woman calling a playful child home for dinner could be heard in the alley. The voice, full, high-pitched, and incomparably warm.

There was a slight sobbing sound in the room, and Mu Zi'an turned around and walked into the room, but he didn't know what to say to the sad woman.

After a long time, Mu Zi'an walked into the house softly, so that his mother was willing to go with him to the clinic at the west end of the alley. The alley is quiet, because of the age, the road surface is also potholed, and when you walk, you can still hear the sound of stone slabs bumping on the road. The night was thick, and the moss hidden in the corners of the wall was even darker.

Mu Zi'an walked in front, and his mother walked behind. At this moment, the mother and son, one after the other, are speechless, but they all have their own hearts.

When I arrived at the clinic, the doctor briefly asked about the situation, and then hung a drip on Mu Zi'an's mother, and the mother and son sat next to her mother to accompany her.

Maybe it was the effect of the drugs, maybe it was sadness, or maybe it was exhaustion, and his mother was on a drip, and she actually leaned against the wall and dozed off.

Mu Zi'an took off his coat and put it on his mother, while he sat next to him, carefully studying his mother's face. That once beautiful face is now crawling with mottled wrinkles, and the corners of her eyes have become a place where many small freckles are encamped. In the middle of her messy hair, a few gray hairs lurked silently.

Mu Zi'an sighed a few times in his heart. Don't complain that time only relieves people of old age, time has passed like a few years, in the river of years, after all, everyone can not go upstream.

The liquid in the glass bottle dripped slowly along the infusion tube, and the clock on the wall also made a ticking sound. In the huge clinic, except for the clinic doctors who knocked melon seeds and stared at the screen, only Mu Zi'an's mother and son remained. In this silence, Mu Zi'an even heard his mother's slight gasp.

For a person who is extremely sad and tired, perhaps sleep is the only medicine. When you fall asleep, those troubles will be over for the time being. Even in our sleep, we can comfort ourselves that it was a dream and nothing more.

The clock struck ten times, and Mu Zi'an rubbed his sour eyes and yawned softly. There was not much liquid left in the glass bottle, and the doctor, who was sitting next to the TV, began to change the TV channel frequently.

The silent night is deep, a little deep.