In 2008, for Wener, in addition to the end of the seventh grade study life and some small episodes in between, it was the major event that happened during the summer vacation that is the most worth remembering and removal.

Wen Er still remembers that it was a day of jubilation and celebration of the National Day. On the evening of August 8, Wen's father and mother weighed some dried fruit preserves from the supermarket and poured them into a small flower dish on the coffee table in the living room. There are seven or eight kinds of pendulums, but it is as grand as the New Year.

In addition, Wen's father poured out some West Lake Longjing with very intact leaves from the tea barrel that he was usually reluctant to take out, and put them into his stainless steel insulated water cup. Not long after the hot water soaked, the living room was filled with a faint fragrance of tea.

Wen Er stepped on a pair of flip-flops and brought a plate of cut watermelon from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table. I went to the refrigerator and took out a large bottle of Coke, poured it into a transparent glass, and the sound of bubbles caused people to feel numb in their hearts, and they couldn't wait to take a big sip.

"Er'er, come and bring the melons too."

"Here we go!"

Wen'er turned back to the kitchen and took a few toothpicks and stuck them in the melons.

"Haven't you started yet?" Wen Ma naturally lifted the corner of her apron and wiped her wet hands.

"It's going to be 8 o'clock, it's only 6:40 now, it's still early!"

Wen's father picked up the cup and drank a few sips of green tea, then grabbed a handful of melon seeds and knocked them leisurely.

"Then let's take a look at the other desk."

Wen's mother has been chasing a tear-jerking drama recently, a sadistic drama in the Republic of China, and basically has to monopolize the remote control every night and watch it on time after dinner. Today was an exception, making concessions for the whole family to watch the opening ceremony of the Olympics.

"You see, he really wasn't her own, but this mother is really good to him."

Wen Er was originally lying on the single wooden sofa next to him peeling pecans, and when he heard this, his heart suddenly twitched nervously. She glanced at Wen Ma a few times, her arm was already cold unconsciously, and there seemed to be a voice in her heart praying sadly: "Don't say it, don't say this!" ”

"Er'er, if you are picked up and not your own, will you be good to your mother who raised you when you grow up? Or do you want to find your biological mother? ”

You see, the reality is always the opposite of what you expect, so cruel and terrible.

At this moment, Wen'er told himself that he must be calm and can deal with the past. Hasn't she said it many times before, it's nothing, isn't it?

"Dad! You see why Mom asks these boring questions every time, and how many times she has said them since she was a child! Wen Er raised his voice, on the one hand, he hoped to get help from Wen Dad, and on the other hand, he was really angry.

"You don't watch a good TV series, why do you keep talking to Er'er about this!"

Wen's mother is a very typical traditional Chinese woman, who has always been obedient to Wen's father from her youth to the present. Therefore, Wen Dad's words stopped this topic in time.

The TV has been relocated to the central station, which is bustling with preparations and scenes before the opening ceremony. However, Wen'er no longer has the joy and expectation that he had before. She curled up, arms clasped around her bent legs, her head leaning back on the couch, her eyes fixed on the TV screen in front of her, silently dripping into tears.

"Baby, are you crying?" Wen's mother seemed to be aware of Wen'er's emotions.

"It's all you, tell you not to talk nonsense. You see, now it's making Err cry. Wen's father stood on his daughter's side and complained about Wen's mother again.

"I've always told you not to talk about it, why do you keep talking about this kind of thing all the time!"

Wen Er raised his head slightly, turned around and yelled at Wen's mother in a crying voice. There was a hint of embarrassment and shame after being found crying.

"Alright, alright, Mom won't talk about it. You see, the Olympics are about to begin! ”

At this time, Wen's mother returned to her usual gentle appearance, and even had a hint of flattery.

At the moment, Wen'er felt that she could no longer stay in this space, and all she had to do was escape, heal, and heal. In the next second, she got up from the couch and walked towards the room.

"Er'er, why are you going? Let's get started! ”

"I'm sleepy, go sleep for a while, and then come to a nice place to call me later."

You see, the person who hurts others is always the one who puts it the fastest, while the person who is hurt is very difficult to get out, so that he can't let go of it for a long time. Wen Er thought helplessly and pathetically.