In our time, most people are only children, and few have siblings. When you are young, you may be glad that your parents' love is the only one, and you don't have to worry that someone will share this love with you. Only when I grow up do I know that it turns out that many things are really hard for one person to bear, and the feeling of no one behind me is the most unsettling.

That day, the train was delayed for a long time, Xia Xiaowu called home, and her parents asked her to come back by herself.

Thinking of the day of the beginning of the freshman year, the thousands of instructions from my parents, and the 100-meter-long send-off, it seems that some things have already begun to become independent and powerful.

She dragged her 24-inch suitcase, said goodbye to Chen Zifeng and them, and set foot on the way home alone.

I actually began to feel a little lonely, which is probably the so-called loneliness at this age, the pedestrians coming and going are like the background board of the song in the headphones, and I am more like a frustrated protagonist, strolling on this familiar street.

"Xiao An'an, are you home?" In the group, Zhang Wu posted a photo of him sitting on the sofa.

She stopped, still waiting for the bus in the evening breeze: "I'm still on my way home......"

"It's so late, I'm home, remember to send a message!"

"yes, remember to send a message!"

She closed her phone and pulled up the lever of the box.

At this time, there was another song in the headphones, which was very strange at that time, and when I was sad, I liked to listen to some more sad songs, and then the shadow of the street lamp was lonely, and the hair blowing in the evening was also lonely.

Xia Xiaowu tossed for a day, and when he got home, he had no strength, and his luggage was still carried to the fourth floor by himself.

"Coming back?" It's just that I haven't seen him for three months, and Xiao Wu's father's gray hair has increased again, thinking that he is also nearly fifty years old, Xiao Wu is heartbroken, and it is very unpleasant.

"Mom?"

"Before you wait, your mother will go to bed first, it's too late today, you wash yourself and go to bed early."

She was a little disappointed, because when she usually went home, it was Xiao Wu's mother who opened the door, and she would ask her excitedly, what do you want to eat tomorrow, the quilts and sheets are just washed and sunburned......

And the sudden calm made the whole heart feel like it was empty.

Back in his room, the uneasiness in his heart filled the lonely night. She leaned against the back of the bed, only her phone was still glowing......

"I'm finally home."

Zhang Wu was really still awake, "Great, the Korean drama we chased has just been updated, let's watch it together?" ”

"How do you see it together?" Fang Qingqing was also awake.

"In this way, we click on it at the same time, which is equivalent to watching it together!"

The "Okay, Okay......" group became lively again, discussing the handsome debut of the male protagonist of the Korean drama, and the encounter between the male and female protagonists that made people blush and heartbeat, although such routines have been watched again and again.

Xia Xiaowu was lying on the bed, the bedding really smelled freshly washed, comfortable and soft, as if he had imagined it on the bed in the bedroom, and the long-lost insomnia seemed to be cured the moment he went home.

When she got up the next day, it was only eight o'clock, she got up early, searched around the house, and found no one. It's kind of strange that I don't see anyone at night and no one during the day.

It wasn't until almost noon that Xiao Wu's father called and said that he couldn't come back because of something important, and asked her to solve the lunch by herself, don't wait for them.

Anxiety and speculation swirled back and forth in Xia Xiaowu's soft heart, she seemed to remember that such words had also appeared on the day her grandmother left, she was afraid, afraid of all accidents.

But after all, she is only one person.

When I got home, Xiao Wu's mother was standing behind, with an obvious gauze wrapped around her neck, and her face was not very good.

Xia Xiaowu knew that his immature sixth sense had worked, and he had no confidence to speak in a panic, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao Wu's mother said very casually, "It's nothing, have you eaten lunch?" ”

She was still staring at the wound, like it had just been bandaged, and what could hurt her neck? Looking at her mother's appearance, it shouldn't be serious, Xia Xiaowu's hand tugged at the corner of her clothes slightly.

"Where did you just go? Did you go to the hospital? "She's not stupid, she still has her own judgment.

Little Fifth Mother's slightly yellowed face showed a look of embarrassment, "...... Well, it was just a minor operation I did before, and I just had the stitches removed, and I'm fine. ”

Her eyes suddenly soured, remembering that when her mother reminded her to wear more clothes in autumn, she wanted to have something to say, but she hung up the phone impatiently. Guilt and remorse rolled down from his eyes in an instant.

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big deal?"

"It's really fine, you're busy at school, it's not a big deal, besides, isn't it all good." Xiao Wu's mother smiled, her originally ruddy face was hit by illness and time, and became haggard and yellow, "Okay, okay, let's eat." Cook your favorite braised ribs for you today, okay? ”

Xia Xiaowu wanted to tell himself that her mother was fine, it was just a minor operation. She was lying on the bed, the futon was still a familiar smell, and the sunshine and warmth seemed to embrace her.

Xia Xiaowu never felt that he was so useless, but when something happened at home, he realized that he was still just a child, and it was still not enough for his parents to rely on.

But children, children, how many adults envy your innocence and your pure life.

It turns out that everyone can grow, but the timing is just bad and the epiphany is missing.

In the middle of the night, Xia Xiaowu hid in the quilt and cried, but she didn't dare to cry. Silent crying is perhaps even more distressing......

It turned out that we didn't care about them, we only knew that when we had a fever when we were children, the mother who would coax us to give us injections with candy forgot the anxiety of our mother in front of the doctor and the heart that wanted to suffer for us.

And at this moment, those who once sheltered us from the wind and rain are gradually getting old.

When they get old, we will grow up.

At that time, when watching Korean dramas, they always laughed and said that Korean dramas are all routines, car accidents and cancer brothers and sisters. And what teaches us to grow up is never a routine, but a strong heart.

As for us, we are also getting stronger and stronger......

At that time, the 10-level ranking of loneliness was popular: one person went to the supermarket, one person went to a restaurant, one person drank coffee, one person watched a movie, one person ate hot pot, one person went to sing, one person went to the sea, one person went to an amusement park, one person moved, one person had surgery......

But how can we ever laugh about loneliness, it's just a desire to be lively.

There is such a sentence in Fang Qingqing's article: I still want to go back to the past, the morning sun will still shine into my room, I picked up my schoolbag to go to school, said goodbye to my parents, and three or two friends, talking and laughing all the way. I don't understand anything, I don't need to understand anything.

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