Under the basketball hoop at midnight, the dim street lights kept flashing, I don't know how many times, and finally stopped flashing, and it was completely scrapped.

A figure stepped out of the shadow of the wall and walked step by step towards the boy under the basketball hoop.

The boy under the basketball hoop looked depressed and looked down at a loss.

The moon was like a hook, and when it emerged from the clouds, the figure in the shadow finally appeared.

A long shadow stretched his figure slender and tall on the concrete floor, but his face was still unrecognizable, and a fox mask obscured one of his faces.

He, dressed casually, is the most popular sports brand at the moment.

His figure was perfect, and even more so if that face could be seen.

His voice was low, as if it came out of his throat.

He stood with his hands in his hands, not looking at the young man, and looking at the creeper wall with a pair of deep and distant eyes.

He said to the boy, "If I were you, I would not think about anything, I should eat and drink." Time doesn't stand still because of your grief. ”

The boy covered his face with his hands, and words flowed from between his fingers.

"Why, I'm still unhappy?"

"Boy, man is always a very greedy animal. You have to learn to be content, and then you will be much happier. ”

The boy didn't seem to understand, and still sat under the basketball hoop and didn't move.

The fox sighed: "Boy, time will teach you to grow up, what you don't understand today, think about it one day in the future, it's not a thing." ”

He walked into the shadows step by step, as he had come, until he was gone.

The young man also stood up, and under the moonlight was a thin and arrogant back, step by step into the corridor.

His mother was waiting for the door and was relieved to see him return.

"Where have you been, but it worries me."

The young man cried: "Mom, in the future, the three of us in the family will be together, and your illness will be cured, and we won't have to worry about anything anymore." ”

Mother is not good at sensationalism, so she only said: "It's not early, rest early, I have to go to class tomorrow." ”

As soon as the young man walked to the room, he turned around again: "Mom, have you drunk the medicine?" ”

Mother: "The medicine is so bitter that I can't drink it." ”

The boy didn't say anything, but went to the kitchen and came out with a medicine bowl.

"Good medicine is good for disease, that person is gone, and our family can no longer live without you."

The mother took the bowl and drank it all, and then took the rock candy handed by the boy.

The rock sugar tasted in the mouth, a trace of bitterness, a hint of sweetness, I can't tell whether it is sweet or bitter.

In the room, in front of the small window, the boy did not fall asleep for a long time.

That person always appears in front of me these nights, and he can't be seen often when he is alive.

It is estimated that the man was surrounded by many more women than he had seen him, and that night, after a long absence, he came to the house, threw a stack of money on the table, pointed at his mother's nose and scolded.

"Why don't you die, if you die, everyone will be fine."

The mother was silent, only silently told the sisters and brothers to eat quickly, and they should be late for school.

Once upon a time, this home still had a temperature.

At that time, a family of four was crammed here, although life was hard, but warm.

As in a normal family, there is warmth and quarrels, but at least the family is together.

I don't know when he never went back to this home.

The family wanted to know that his message seemed to be in the newspaper or in the news.

It's not a news that gets on the table, it's nothing more than that person is with a certain 18th-tier star today, and tomorrow he will be with a certain Internet celebrity.

Later, the family never saw the newspaper again, and the old TV was sold for scrap by him.

The reason is also very simple, both sisters and brothers have to study, and TV is too delayed.

The mother was in the room, and the daughter was curled up in the sheets, her eyes open.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

Day and night change, another night.

The boy was still sitting under the basketball hoop, and after a long time, the man did not appear, and he had something to say to the man.

The day came and went, and the night came and went.

For days, the man never showed up.

The boy was a little out of breath, he was a little flustered, he wanted to ask that person, what should he do?

The young and handsome policeman, at the entrance of the alley where he got out of school every day, his car was parked there, and when he saw him, he would always turn the window down and greet him with a smile.

He didn't know what the officer meant.

However, that person seemed to have evaporated from the world, and in the past, when he was unhappy to sit here in the middle of the night, he would always appear silently.

But now, is he going to abandon him?

The night was as dreary as his mood, and the sky seemed to be brewing a summer rain.

The summer rain in City B is always so violent, and the night is as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and he was overjoyed, was he here?

He didn't dare to get up, afraid that turning around would be just an illusion.

Whether you turn around or not is an illusion.

It was the mother, he should have known, that she would always walk like a cat pacing a cat's steps, and easily scratch people's hearts.

"Xiaozhi, it's about to rain, let's go back!"

Her tone was always so light that people couldn't see her thoughts.

He suddenly became a little annoyed and angry.

"You'll always be like this, as if you have no quarrel with the world. Can't you just fight a little bit and try to fight for yourself? ”

The mother was stunned.

"Xiaozhi, what are you talking about? Talking nonsense in the middle of the night, hurry back to sleep, I have to go to class tomorrow. ”

He suddenly felt that everything he said in front of his mother was so pale and weak, so he simply stopped saying it, and walked towards the corridor with hatred.

As soon as the front foot entered the corridor, a windshield wiper came down.

The mother, who was walking behind, didn't have time to dodge, and the short-sleeved shirt on her body was instantly wet.

He was even more annoyed and stopped.

"Don't you know you're sick? It's still raining, can't you take good care of yourself? ”

As he spoke, his eyes seemed to be wet with rain and mist.

She still spoke in a faint tone.

"It's okay, I'll change it when I go back, as long as you're okay."

Pushing open the door, the room was still filled with the smell of Chinese medicine.

He turned and rushed into his room, burying his whole face in the sheets, he thought, he couldn't take it anymore.

He wanted to run away, to escape from this oppressive home.

The mother forgot to change her clothes and sat silently in the small living room, watching the raindrops dripping from the canopy outside the window.

I didn't move for a while.

He got up again and moved to the bedroom door.

He knew that she was always like this, and she didn't know how to take care of herself. Always let him worry about her.

"Mom, I said that you should change your clothes, why don't you change them."

"Oh, actually, I didn't get wet much, but it was quite cool to sit on the tuyere for a while."

He angrily brought a dress from the house and handed it to her, and she took it in the palm of her hand, and silently went back to the room, picking out another one.

That's the clothes she wears when she goes out.