After two bus trips, I finally came to a cluster of remote buildings on the edge of town.

After getting out of the car, it was already ten o'clock, and the dim street lamps on the side of the street shone on Qingrong's thin body, pulling out slender shadows.

Walking on the familiar road in my memory, I came to the door of a house after a while.

Reaching out, he knocked on the somewhat old door.

About a few dozen seconds later, there was a rush of footsteps at the door.

The door opened, revealing the face of a middle-aged man in his forties.

When he saw the person coming, the person inside the door immediately showed an extremely flattering smile.

hurriedly spoke: "Is Qingrong back?" Come in, come in! ”

Qing Rong looked into the room and asked, "Why didn't you see Qing Yan?" ”

The person who came dodged his eyes, and immediately said with a smile: "Qingyan! He, he's already asleep, yes, asleep, hehe..."

Qing Rong didn't have any expression on her cold face, and then said, "Take me to him!" ”

The person who came smiled for a moment and paused, and said: "Qingyan, this kid has a very light sleep, it's not easy to fall asleep, you want to see him, it's not bad for this night!" ”

The man looked back at the inside of the room, then turned around, rubbed his hands together and said, "That, Qing Rong, Qing Yan sold your aunt's jewelry, that money..."

Qing Rong frowned, and was about to speak. Out of the room came a middle-aged woman with loose hair and pajamas.

The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her eyes were full of calculation, looking a little domineering.

She walked out of the room, her eyes glancing sharply at her man.

The man smiled awkwardly, not talking about the money.

The woman pulled out a smile similar to a gentle and kind smile on her face, looked at Qing Rong and said, "Qing Rong came back so late, why didn't she go into the house?" ”

As she spoke, she walked closer and took Qing Rong's hand, and Qing Rong was pulled into the house by the strength she pulled.

Inside, the man closed the door.

They sat down in the living room with Qing Rong.

The woman looked at Qing Rong's delicate appearance, reached out and touched Qing Rong's hand and said with some regret: "Hey, my poor child, my eldest brother and sister-in-law went early, and I have suffered you all these years..."

Qing Rong looked up at the woman and said, "Auntie, I want to see Qing Yan!" ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and said in an instant: "Qingyan has indeed just fallen asleep, let's not quarrel with him first so late, anyway, you can see him tomorrow morning, right?" ”

"You must be very tired after a day of traveling, why don't you rest early, take a good look at Qingyan tomorrow, and save Qingyan from worrying about you, right?"

Under the "intimate" admonition of the husband and wife, Qingrong returned to the bedroom and prepared to "rest well".

Qing Rong sat on the bed in the bedroom, looking at everything familiar around her, tears gradually filling her eyes.

This is the house of my parents, and they said, "This is our home, although it is not very big, but we will fill this room with the joy and love of our whole family!" ”

"This room belongs to our little princess Qingrong!"

"My daughter likes pink the most, and dad will help you decorate the walls in pink!"

"Isn't the pink hellokitt a good match for my daughter? Mom puts it at the head of your bed so that as soon as you open your eyes every day, you can see her with you! ”

"And that little pink lamp, isn't it cute too?"

Qing Rong stretched out her slender fingers and touched the traces left behind from the past. Tears slid down her cheeks...