Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, looking at the traffic outside the window and the familiar buildings around me, I was inevitably a little reluctant to think that I would be leaving soon.

"Reluctant?" A voice came from behind me, and I turned around, and Lu Yu was leaning against the door of my office.

He was a little thinner, although he still looked so energetic, but there was still some tiredness in his expression that could not be concealed, the only thing that remained unchanged was his warm gaze and warm tone.

For a moment, the two of us exchanged eyes, and each other was silent.

"You've lost weight." I choked.

"Well, I've been busy lately." Lu Yu came over, stood beside me, and said, "Little guy, are you okay?" ”

I nodded, and said in as relaxed a tone as possible: "The handover is almost over on the company's side, thank you for helping me greet personnel and release me in advance." ”

Lu Yu, as usual, touched my hair and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll send you back when I get off work." ”

As if knowing that I wanted to say no, he continued: "Little guy, I'm not your boyfriend anymore, but I'm still your boss, and I always will be." ”

I smiled, nodded, and said, "Yes, boss." ”

After I decided that I wanted to come back, I called my mother directly and said that I was homesick and would be home in a few days. Although my mother was a little surprised, she didn't ask much, and happily asked me when I would come back.

When it was finally time to leave the city, I stood in the airport lobby and took one last look around. Once, I thought I would put down roots here, that this would be my second home, but now, I am finally leaving.

In the end, after hesitating, I still sent a message to the family: "I won't wait for you, from now on, everyone will be fine." ”

When I passed the security check, Yaoyao still couldn't help but cry on my shoulder, and everyone who was already laughing began to be a little unable to control their emotions, and even Lu Yu's eyes were red.

I couldn't say a word of comfort anymore, so I could only leave quickly with my luggage, for fear that if I looked at it more, I would really be reluctant to leave.

The planes began to take off, the scenery on the ground became more and more blurry, and the distance between me and the city became more and more distant.

Goodbye, my university; Goodbye, my friend. Thank you for being with me through the best years of my life.

When I got off the bus exhausted from planes, long-distance buses, and short-distance buses, and saw my father waiting at the intersection early, I clearly realized how much I missed this place, my home.

Seeing Comrade Lao Xiao walking towards me quickly, he took my luggage and said with a smile, "I'm back." I couldn't help but reddened my eyes, nodded fiercely, and said, "Comrade Xiao, I'm back." ”

Along the way, I met uncles and aunts in the village, and greeted warmly: "Lao Xiao, your girl is back." "Xiao Jie, I haven't been back for a long time!".

The thick country accent turned out to be so beautiful.

Dad happily greeted the villagers and walked briskly home with my luggage. When I came to the familiar gate of the small courtyard, looking at the misty white smoke rising from the chimney, I took a deep breath, as if I had returned from school every time I was a child, and shouted: "Mom, I'm back!" ”

Mom is still the same as before, while responding and hurriedly coming out of the house, looking at the happy smiles of my parents and parents; I know that even if the world abandons me, my warm home will still look forward to my return with a waiting attitude.

Think about it, my generation is far away from home because of personal hobbies, ideals, and pursuits. When we are in a different place and are doing heavy chores, there are people in the distance who are worried and worried about us. When we are attracted by the glitz and glamour of the city and are entangled in the hustle and bustle of trivialities, we forget, but they don't.

Sitting on the hot kang and eating my mother's favorite meals, I felt more satisfied than I had ever felt before.

Autumn happened to be the busy season of farming, and my parents were busy picking bags in the apple field after lunch.

Nowadays, apples need to be bagged in order to grow better and look better, that is, when the small apples grow to the size of pigeon eggs, they need to be covered with paper bags, so that they will not hit the apples when spraying, and they are healthier. When the apples grow up, they pick off the paper bags one by one, commonly known as "picking bags".

The paper bag is divided into two layers, first pick the outer layer of the outer bag of earthy yellow, and then remove the red inner bag a few days later. Our family has almost picked up the outer bag, and in the afternoon we have to go to the field to pick the inner bag.

My dad drove his walk-behind tractor, and my mom and I sat on the back bucket, looking at the large apple orchards along the way, with green leaves separated by red inner bags, and the busy people under the trees, I found that all this was so familiar and so kind.

After an afternoon of hard work, I had picked less than two apple trees, and I watched with chagrin as my father and mother quickly picked up the bags in their hands. Dad smiled and said, "That's good, it's good." I thought you had to touch the apple, but it looks pretty good. ”

I stood on the ground, crawling through the trees to my stiff waist, and said, "It's too troublesome, I'm afraid that the bag will scratch the apples, and I have to cut off the shading leaves, and I have to put on a mat to prevent bruises, and my fingernails will break." ”

"You think it's easy to eat an apple." My mother came over with a smile, handed me the kettle, and said, "This apple tree is more delicate than a man, and if you touch it, it will be a wound, and if it is injured, it will not be sold for a good price." ”

I took the kettle, looked at my mother's rough hands and sun-tanned face, and said distressedly: "Mom, now that I have graduated for so long, you and Dad should not work so hard, plant less land." ”

"Your dad and I can still run now, so you don't have to worry." Mom said as she helped me finish picking the bag from the remaining tree and beckoned my dad home.

After dinner, my mother and I cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and the family of three sat on the kang and watched TV. It didn't take long for my dad to yawn after a day of tiredness, and my mom spoke directly, I'm in the same room with my mom tonight, and my dad goes to sleep next door.

After the lights went out, I lay comfortably on the hot kang and hugged my mother's arm, feeling like I was a child.

Mom asked, "How have you been outside?" ”

I sighed quietly, I still have to come, and said, "Mom, I'm quitting." ”

After listening to my answer, my mother didn't speak for a long time, and was silent for a long time before she said, "Isn't it very good?" Wronged? ”

"No, I'm just tired of doing it, plus I'm homesick, so I'll come back."

I don't know if you have such a feeling, no matter how strong you are on the outside, how good at pretending, but as long as such a person, as soon as he appears, he asks you with concern, all your pretense will be invalid, and all grievances can't help but rise. That's how I feel now, I hugged my mother's arm tightly and choked up, "I miss you and Dad." ”

My mother patted me on the shoulder with her other hand and said, "Come back when you are homesick, your father and I will be waiting for you at home." When you are tired, just rest, don't grieve yourself. ”

"Mom, I broke up with Lu Yu." Mom and Dad knew about Lu Yu's existence, and sooner or later they had to tell them about it.

"Let's separate, people, it's not easy to find a satisfactory one. Let's look for it slowly, not in a hurry. My mother helped me cover the corners of the quilt by the moonlight outside the window, and then said: "You are like me, you have a strong temperament, and you love to admit death." Don't be too strong, and don't be too wronged yourself. Over the years, you have been alone outside, and your father and I have missed you, but we can't see what we can't reach; We often think that if you are sick, you say that we can't get by, and we can't take care of you. When you're tired, come back and rest, and your dad and me. ”

I answered with an "um", rested my head on my mother's shoulder, and quietly breathed in my mother's scent.

I remember reading such a sentence, "Home, it is a person who lights up and waits for you". Indeed, home is a warm lamp in life, warmly guiding the return of the heart. Wash away the hustle and bustle of the world, let that wandering heart forget the fatigue along the way, so as to support another piece of hope.

For the next few days, I have been picking bags in the mountains, and during my rest time, I will walk slowly along the mountain path, under the blue sky, the apple trees all over the mountains, and the red apple bags are like a fresh and dancing flame, revealing the smell of ripeness everywhere. Even the air seems to be filled with the sweet smell of fruits, and there are red mountain fruits on the side of the road, picking one, sweet and sour, delicious and delicious.

All of this would not have existed in that metropolis of heavy traffic, steel and concrete.

At this moment, I found a sense of home.

Home, not that house, but the laughter of Dad, the meals cooked by Mom, the warm sunshine, the fresh air, the smell of ripeness in the air... Home, in the heart...