"Time flows with difficulty, falling like an hourglass into my anxious heart...", his mood was like the article he had read many years ago, and he suddenly began to regret it, he felt that he really should not have said so harshly, and should not have been cruel to his mother, who had treated him sincerely, but he could not take back the steps he had taken, and he had to continue the unfinished journey.

The raindrops that fell diagonally on the car windows were sloping, gathering or scattering, and they were happy after all. His head rested against the trembling glass, his thoughts blurred, he stepped on the last train that ended in the county seat, he didn't have to think about it, he didn't care what kind of person sat beside him, he isolated himself in the little corner, and wept silently.

"Most people's lives are not smooth sailing, even if success in the eyes of outsiders, there are also bitterness inside and outside that are difficult for people to know..."He heard Mr. Wu's words in his ears again, he knew that this was a test given to him by God, and he must do things well, so as to be worthy of people and things. He then put away his tears, his eyes were cut by his cuffs, the car was parked, and he shook his drunken body slowly but surely towards his rental.

He hadn't eaten lunch, and it was getting late. In winter, it gets dark early, gray and hemp, the dry and cold air envelops the silent streets, and the light of the streetlights looks hazy in the fog. The chrysanthemums on the wall of Gu Fang's house are in full bloom, emitting bursts of fragrance, which makes his sense of smell temporarily awake, it seems that the fragrance of flowers will have a sobering effect, the color of this bush is not very real, but the yellow and white that are often hung are indeed real. He still habitually looked at the small window upstairs, Gu Fang had not gone home, if she had returned, the light must be on. He thought about what Gu Fang said, and he was a little worried.

Walking into the thicker fog alone, there was no one else in the turbid space, and he saw Dongyang waiting in front of the door, and his heart warmed.

"Let's go, go back to the house, don't freeze." He saw that Dongyang was still sneezing, and he had some plans in his heart.

"My mother's scarf, give you one, it's not easy to get good if you catch a cold..."Dongyang accepted his kindness, there is no need to say anything between brothers, and Dongyang can be regarded as a person of few words.

As usual, he cooked food for the two of them and sat around the round table talking about life. Xinran is still very enthusiastic, she almost wants to say everything in her heart to the two of them, she seems to do it intentionally, and the two of them listen to it.

He felt tired, not the emptiness of hard work, but a heaviness that was difficult to break free. He lay in bed thinking about tomorrow's itinerary, mixed with other occasional thoughts, and he fell asleep quickly, not so quickly in a long time.

The night is long and there are many dreams, but he has only one dream tonight, he dreamed that he accompanied his mother to roast the fire, and he held the sleeping Shi'an and listened to his mother's words, calm and warm. As for the specific words he said, he couldn't remember clearly, it was not feasible to try to remember at the last moment of waking up from a dream, he would always be lost, he would lose it after all.

In the early morning, the warm sun gradually rises.

This trip was not very urgent, he still had plenty of time to have a good breakfast, and he could not wait, the anxious anxiety made him feel uneasy, he wanted to return home immediately, he missed Shi'an very much at the moment. What would his sister, the child who always remembered to be alive and kicking out, be like at this moment?

Outside the car window was the misty mountains, the mist was shrouded in the dense forest, and he had no intention of appreciating the pleasant scene, only looking at the flying dust of the car and the still life in the rearview mirror that was fading away, and humming a lyrical broken song softly. There are so few songs he can sing, they are the remaining parts after picking, maybe only when he closes his eyes and sings, he can forget, can he go into another world to hide, and find comfort.

The shuttle returned to the broken bridge again, stopping at the bridge, and he knew it was time to get off. The shuttle bus roared past him, setting off a large gust of wind and dust, and the road in his hometown was still mixed with sand and mud, still cordial and noisy.

"Second brother, second brother, here, here, come here..." Shi An waved his little hand and called to him, her sweet smile accompanied by her bright voice, and he felt that his heart was about to melt. He felt that he was not alone at the moment, his nose was sour and he didn't have time to cry, Shi'an fluttered and stumbled towards him, a happy shock hit him, he hugged it, he seemed to hold a world, a small world that poured all his care and love, she was his own sister, an important person to protect all his life.

"Second brother, what good things did you bring me, did you miss me..."Shi'an opened the conversation box and told her thoughts, but most of them were about food and gadgets, and she had few hobbies, just a few simple things. Her face is not as rough as before, it seems that Aunt Song has taken good care of her in the past few days, and after a few simple words with Aunt Song, she went home with Shi'an on her back, he still has something to do, but she has to cook her favorite pumpkin porridge for Shi'an first, not to mention that he is also hungry.

Shi'an was happy, chewing candy in her mouth, she didn't know her mother's situation at the moment, and she still retained her long-term joy. But soon, Shi'an tilted his head on his shoulder, and his sister fell asleep on his back, and he lifted his shoulders and changed his position, so that she could sleep more soundly, which his mother had taught him, and he had enjoyed it himself, and he felt that his mother had a wise foresight.

Gently put Shi'an into her bedroom, and after covering the quilt, he went to Zhang Luo for lunch. There are not many vegetables at home, so he has to go to the field to pick some back, the ground is green and fresh and healthy, except for the old leaf stalks and vegetable insects, clean the water, put it in the pot and stir-fry. His craftsmanship is not high, just the right taste, the intention of cooking is contained, but he can never fry the taste of his mother, he tastes the leaves next to the iron spoon, and estimates the taste that Shi'an likes.

Shi'an was awakened by the smell of stir-frying, rolled down from the high bed, and was in a hurry to serve the dishes and chopsticks, Yining looked at her little and smiled. In the absence of her mother, Shi'an talked more at the dinner table, and her mother taught her to eat and sleep silently, but now she is also relaxed, Shi'an is gradually growing up, and she has little energy to control this wild child in the family. Even though Shi'an's size is outstanding among Yingyan of the same age, in his heart, no matter how Shi'an changes, she is still his favorite baby.

After settling down, Yining walked down the street with the materials he needed. The third uncle had already greeted the worker, and the process of this loan was also cheap, just hand in the signature, and it would not be as anxious as the city office, and the original could be retrieved after three days. Maybe it's the favor left by the third uncle over the years, the person who handled it is an acquaintance who has come to the house for dinner, but this is not a special treatment, there are too few people who take out loans, and they may not see anyone for a month, and they can only be arranged with advance notice.

Walking through the familiar old street, I can't see a familiar person, except for those old shops in the street, who are still alive, and the rest are changed. It was a strange and friendly face, at least when it came to receiving guests, they retained a unique warmth, they still spoke the native dialect, and there was that smell. His former playmates are now all over the world, but most of them go out to work, fate gives people two choices, but they tend to push to extinguish their original wishes, they are not defeated by themselves, at least he knows that there are a few people who have not yet succumbed and are fighting.

In the past two days, he has been riding more frequently than last year, and although he is not used to it, he is also suffering. It's like he can't eat fatty meat, and he has to swallow it hard under his mother's gaze, but this time no one forced him to take the car, it was his own choice.

"A-Ning, Gu Fang has left you a letter, you can open it and read it yourself..."Xinran handed him a tight and thick envelope, sighed and went back upstairs, she seemed to be a little sad, Gu Fang also had a good friendship with her, and he had never seen Xinran behave like this in his impression.

He felt the abnormality of joy, and also heard her different tone, and the premonition in his heart was like a sharp thorn piercing the acupoint, and the pain was inexplicable. He unfolded the letter and sat at the table trembling, there was no trace on the surface of the envelope, only an old stamp, he finally had the courage, he opened the folded letter paper to see.

Dear Aningo,

It's been a long time since I've called you that, and it's only in this letter that I can say so plainly, and you should be able to hear me. I'm still me, your lovely "silly" sister, but I don't think I'm stupid, if I'm stupid, I won't recognize you, I know you've been thinking about me, and I've missed you for so many years.

I've had a good life in the past few years, and you know, warmth and sweetness have never been stingy with people like us. I heard you say that your sister Shi'an is very eccentric, and I really want to go and see her and bring her something delicious and fun. I don't think we should suppress such a precious quality as her, and the child should have a dream childhood, and I can't give it to her now. Then tell her that there is a big sister who loves her very much, and she has carefully prepared gifts for her, hoping that she can grow up healthy and happy.

I know the pain of separation, but I haven't had time to say goodbye to you, but it's not too late to say it in my letter. I know that my aunt is sick, and you have to take care of her, which is right, you should be filial to your children, if I also have the same determination, after all, I have had the same experience. I don't blame you for not coming to see me off, because I pretended to be confused, I remember what you said back then, and I have always remembered it, and you must not have forgotten it, this is a secret between the two of us.

I'm about to go away, you don't have to ask me where I am, you just have to remember that you are my important person. I don't want you to be depressed because of me, I know your mind as well as you know me, and I don't need to say more.

Listen to the radio more when you have time, it's nice to have a column at 11 o'clock on Saturday, I hope you can hear it. Su Yuan is a good woman, you have to take more care of her in the future, just take it as what I want.

……

In my absence, you have to treat yourself well. I want to say a lot, but I can't write it down, a thousand words into one sentence, cherish!

Gu Fang's envelope was thick, sandwiched with the things she said in the letter, it was clearly the phoenix bracelet that she regarded as a treasure, he picked it up and looked at it, the phoenix's feathers were still burning, burning warmly. There are a few other photos that are not very good-looking, and they retain a moment of heart.

He was not depressed, but he had some regrets, and with Gu Fang's explanation, the knot in his heart had been opened. Hope, as long as there is hope, at least until the future, you can work hard for it.

Far from the end of the world? Not far away! People are at the end of the world, how can the end of the world be far away? Master Gu Long's words are still in his ears, and there is still a copy of "Tianya. Moon. Knife", which was another gift from Gu Fang.