The spacious classroom seemed very empty, and Cheng Miao was picking up his schoolbag, he was not as anxious as his peers, but a little more leisurely.

In fact, he is not idle, and the pile of books in his hand always overwhelms him.

Cheng Miao moved slowly, and there was a smile on his face, which was more like a kind of silence, and even he didn't know why his heart was as heavy as a stone.

"Let's go, Cheng Miao, we're back in the dormitory, why are you still sitting stupidly?"

Suddenly, a hoarse male voice struck him into his musings. Standing in front of him was Xu Lang, if there was nothing wrong, this person could go to and from school with him every day, but today, Cheng Miao had an inexplicable sense of heaviness.

"You go back first, I want to be alone."

Cheng Miao said and stuffed the book into his schoolbag randomly, his expression was sluggish, dull, and did not reveal any anger, which was a rare expression for him.

However, people have exceptions, and Xu Lang can understand this. "Okay, then I'll go first, do you want me to help you bring some food back from the cafeteria?" The boy asked lightly, as if waiting for Cheng Miao's answer.

"No need, you can go eat by yourself, I'm not hungry." Brother Miao said, twisting his head to the side, his eyes looking tired, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Okay, then I'll go." Xu Lang was also interested, and he also noticed Cheng Miao's depression, and then picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the corridor outside the school.

Cheng Miao sat on the chair, he watched Xu Lang disappear from the door of the class in a daze, and then sighed, those eyes still looked blank, if he could, Cheng Miao really wanted to leave here.

At this time, he suddenly had a little more thoughts in his heart, and he began to miss a place where there were always tall plane trees and snow, and that was also a place he couldn't go back to.

The boy pursed his lips, and after some time, he finally got up from his chair and walked slowly down the stairs.

He came to the corner, and the empty hallway was dark, and no one would notice him. The phone in his hand finally dialed, and he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

At that moment, he was a little choked up and speechless, and the woman on the other end of the phone seemed to be a little impatient.

"Hey, who are you?" It was his mother's voice, a strange and familiar voice he hadn't heard in a long time.

"Oh, Mom." Cheng Miao finally spoke, and it seemed that all the emotions he had accumulated for a long time gushed out together.

"I'm Cheng Miao." He didn't know why he introduced himself like this, maybe he hadn't been in touch with his mother for too long, and he had become a little rusty.

The woman on the other side of the microphone heard him say this, and her words revealed an inexplicable excitement.

"Miao'er, you finally know how to call me." Her tone was light, but it was a natural intimacy. "How are you doing?" She asked with some concern.

"Well, I'm fine." Cheng Miao licked his chapped lips, but his voice was a little irrepressibly hoarse.

"Your school food is okay." The mother's voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle, with unspeakable pity.

"Yes, it's just not as good as your cooking." Cheng Miao said that he had an urge to cry, but the boy tried hard to suppress his emotions.

Brother Miao knew that he couldn't be so vulnerable, he was a boy, a boy who had grown up, he couldn't cry so easily, let alone just because he was homesick, which sounded a little cowardly.

"That's for sure. Where the food is cooked, there will be delicious food cooked by the mother. The mother on the other end of the phone said this with pride in her words.

"Miao, what do you want to eat, come back for the New Year this time, Mom will make it for you." Her voice was so warm and full of love. It's just that Cheng Miao, who was standing there, was like a frosted eggplant, and he held the telephone for a long time without speaking.

"What's wrong with you, hey?" Seeing that the child suddenly stopped talking, the mother couldn't help but wonder a little.

"Mom, how are you doing?" Brother Miao endured it for a long time before he spit out such an inconsequential sentence.

"I'm not the same as before, I'm so busy with work, I can't care about going home." Her tone suddenly seemed a little bleak, but overall, it was still brisk, after all, the woman herself didn't want to make the content of the call so heavy.

"Then you should pay more attention to rest and don't let yourself get too tired." Cheng Miao spit out a sentence slowly, but for some reason, a few hot tears flowed out of his eyes.

The boy pursed his lips, trying to make his voice sound normal. "Is my dad okay?" Even though the relationship with his father has not been very good on weekdays, there is no doubt that he has always been concerned about him.

"Okay." The woman replied lightly, "What's the matter, do you miss your father?" The mother on the other end of the line asked with a smile.

"Oh, no." The boy inadvertently bit his lower lip and denied it.

"You don't have to worry about me and your dad, we're all fine. You have to take care of yourself over there, remember to add extra clothes and don't get cold. ”

Her tone was too soft, and Cheng Miao swallowed her throat, trying to swallow the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I know, Mom, don't worry, I'll take good care of myself." The boy said, really unable to suppress his emotions.

The mother on the other end of the phone also seemed to hear Cheng Miao's strangeness, "What's the matter, Miao, do you have a cold?" ”

She was inevitably a little worried, the woman hadn't seen her child for too long, and she didn't know what happened to Brother Miao now, so she seemed a little anxious.

"I'm fine, Mom." Cheng Miao's heart was crossed, and he simply continued, "This year, I may not be able to go home for the New Year." Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and only Brother Miao's heartbeat could be heard in the entire corridor.

"Why?" The mother just asked lightly, and there was no emotional fluctuation in the earpiece.

"Me." Cheng Miao paused, "I only have a week on vacation, and I want to spend more time reviewing my homework. His voice was trembling, but it revealed an inexplicable firmness.

"That's okay, we support you, after all, the time is very tight now, and you have no problem with me and your father arranging it like this."

"Mom, thank you." Brother Miao's tears flowed uncontrollably, he didn't know when he became so vulnerable.

The memories of home are more like the wounds he hides in the bottom of his heart, and Cheng Miao usually covers them up very well. However, once accidentally touched, the scar will crack open for no reason, and it is a pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

"Cheng Miao, you have a good rest, and you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. You know what, you've always been our pride. Even if you don't end up with impressive results, we don't think it's anything. We just hope you are healthy and happy. Her tone was very soft, as if she poured out the wishes of all mothers in the world.

"I know Mom, then if there's nothing wrong, I'll hang up first."

The boy tried to keep himself calm, but he didn't want his mother to feel his vulnerability, so he hung up the phone hastily.

But the tears in his eyes couldn't stop the car at all, and he let it drip down and slam it on the floor.

"Cheng Miao, Cheng Miao." Suddenly, someone gently patted him on the shoulder.

Brother Miao subconsciously turned around, and he didn't bother to wipe the tears on his cheeks. The person who came to him was Xu Lang, the young man was holding a boxed lunch in his hand, but he looked at him with dull eyes.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Brother Miao sniffed his nose, but pretended that nothing had happened.

"I'm fine." He sighed lightly, and tried to hold back the tears in his eyes, but those reddened eyes did not lie.

"The braised pork rice bowl I brought you, you're hungry, eat it while it's hot." Xu Lang said and shook the lunch box in his hand, but Brother Miao's expression was indifferent. Xu Lang didn't care about him, but dragged him towards the classroom again.

The plastic box was opened, and the heat of the meal was blowing in his face. He broke the chopsticks and handed them to him, "Come on, Cheng Miao, eat it while it's hot." His tone was soft, but it was also a warmth that could not be concealed.

The boy took the chopsticks in his hand, but his dark eyes stared fixedly into the air, silent tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and the cold liquid ran down Cheng Miao's thin cheeks and hit his collarbone.

He bit his lower lip fiercely, trying to restrain and endure it. Such an embarrassed appearance made Xu Lang look even more heartbroken.

"If you want to cry, you can cry, you don't have to endure it in front of me."

Xu Lang's words seemed to have found a good outlet for Cheng Miao, he suddenly cried loudly, those slightly immature hands helplessly grabbed his messy hair, he tore himself, it seemed that only in this way could he make his heart more comfortable.

Such an excesses were obviously very unexpected to Xu Lang, he was too out of shape, or rather, he had always wanted such a gaffe, but he had been suppressing and stoicing, and this time it was like a volcanic eruption.

He cried, and the chopsticks in his hand were simply slammed on the desk. Those eyes looked directly at Xu Lang, just looking at him like this, the thin lips trembled, as if they wanted to say something to him, but they didn't open their mouths in the end.

In the next second, Xu Lang, who was sitting opposite, put his arm on Cheng Miao's shoulder, and he patted him gently, "Everything will be fine, don't be so desperate." ”

Brother Miao sobbed unexpectedly, "Xu Lang, I'm homesick, I want to go home, Xu Lang." His eyes were red and swollen, and he looked at him without a hint of concealment.

Xu Lang didn't speak, just put his arm under the young man's neck, and let the cold liquid flow down his arm.