I started looking for my home.

I don't know when or under what circumstances I lost my home. Our new city is not big, and I used to ride a motorcycle around the city when the sun was shining, and I searched all the high-rise bungalows in the streets and alleys, but I couldn't find them. In desperation, I went to the TV station to advertise.

My advertising slogan reads: A man has accidentally lost a family with a 30-year-old young woman and a 16-year-old boy. There are also a number of furniture and other things. In my memory, my home address is at No. ×, Lane ××, ××× Street, if you see or help find it, please notify the TV station advertising department to transfer, there will be a lot of thanks! I gave the advertisement to the director, who in turn handed it to the director. With a stroke of the pen, the director gave instructions: There are many people who have lost their families, and according to statistics, among young men and women aged 30-40 in our city, the rate of losing families is as high as 67.8%, and there is a rising trend. This is an issue that deserves special attention. In order to help them reunite with their families as soon as possible, anyone who comes to our station to post and look for family advertisements will be free of charge! I happily thanked the director, left the pager number, and thanked me for a thousand thanks, and left the TV station.

I walked down the street in spring. At this time, poplar catkins are dancing like snowflakes into a charming scenery. I stopped in the landscape. A couple walked past me as if no one was around, kissing not far away. The children after school sang nursery rhymes and fluttered like snowy poplar flowers. I think if I hadn't lost my home, that couple would have been me and my wife, and one of the children would have been my son. But where are my wife and children now? I closed my eyes in agony.

The morning after the ad was published, my pager called. I was sleeping in a luxury hotel. I got back on the phone, and it was a call from the TV station. They had already found a home for me and sent me back in a moment to send me back and ask me to go to the TV station immediately!

I was so excited that I got in the TV station car and set out on the way home. The car circled around and stopped in front of a tall building. The director of the advertising department led me around the tall building, stepped into an alley, and stopped in front of a bronze iron gate. He said to me kindly, here you are, this is No. × ×× Lane ××× Street, you go home!

I pulled out my key and opened the door. Smack, the lock is open. I finally walked into my home again. I saw my wife pouting and mopping the floor in the living room, and my six-year-old son doing his homework at his desk. I didn't dare to disturb them, I wanted to sneak around the living room and go back to my bedroom and my wife's. At this time, the wife threw away the mop and spoke in a panic, stop! Who are you? What do you want?

Zhong Lei, it's me! I called my wife's name and I went back to my home!

Zhong Lei took a step back and looked at me fixedly, how is this your home?

How is this not my home? You see, these two main rooms and two companion rooms were built by me. The lime bricks in the courtyard were built by my buddies for us, the living room set of imported imitation leather sofas was bought from a relationship store at a three-fold discount, and the words hanging in the bedroom were written by the famous calligrapher Tiexi for me, and he also invited me to Yazheng! Why isn't this my home?

You're right, my husband did it. But why don't I know you? Zhong Lei still shook her head.

How could you not know me? We got married on May 1st, 900, right? You have a black mole on your back near your buttocks, right? Our son was born on our first wedding anniversary, so it's 6 weeks this year, right? Besides, he is called Zhong Xiaolei with your surname, right?

Yes, yes, yes, you are absolutely right, I seem to have seen you somewhere, but why can't I remember you? Zhong Lei's eyes widened, and she probed me up and down, left and right, still shaking her head. She called her son, Zhong Xiaolei come here, look at this person who broke into our house, is he your father?

No, Zhong Xiaolei stared at her bony eyes and replied without thinking, isn't my father cooking in the kitchen? I'm going to call him, Daddy, Daddy—

My son, Zhong Xiaolei, called his dad from the kitchen. It's his father, but it's not me, it's a middle-aged man with an apron and oily hands. The man had a big square face and a dull face. Oh, my God! When did I become like this, I was younger and more handsome than him, I could make money better than him, I could do things better than him, I was ......

The man asked about the situation, held a shovel in one hand, protected Zhong Lei's mother and son in the other, and said sharply, this is my home, please go out, go out, go out! If you don't mind, I'll beat you up!

When the middle-aged man said this, I shuddered. I'm afraid of fighting, I'm no match for this man. I begged to look at Zhong Lei's mother and son. Zhong Lei clinged to the middle-aged man's body tightly, looking indifferent. What about Zhong Xiaolei? He put his hands on his waist and stood beside the father who was not me, looking like a father and son soldier.

A sorrow rose in my heart that ran through the marrow. I ran out of this lost home.

On the street, the poplar catkins are still fluttering in the sky, and I am lost in the poplar catkins. This is my home, but this is not my home, so where is my home?

I'm still looking for it.