I looked at the slowly receding scenery outside the window, watched the tall building disappear little by little, and felt my restraint go with it.

Although I am used to living in Beijing, but in my bones I feel that I am not from this place, which makes me very depressed in my heart, and the people here, except for Master and Uncle, no one gives me a little warmth of home, and although they are very good to me, they are not a feeling that I can rely on, they have to rely on me.

As soon as I got out of Beijing, and even before I arrived in Tianjin, I began to relax.

As far as the eye can see, it is a field of crops, which makes me very kind. Although these farmers have withered yellow, leaving a stubble of the crop's rhizomes. Although as far as the eye can see, there are tombstones standing in the cold wind. Although the land that no one cultivates has cracked, I can still see the sweat they have sprinkled here in the summer.

This is the enthusiasm of a rural person to see the land, no matter how much it is looked down upon in the big city, but the love for the land in my heart can never be changed.

This train is not as fast as it should be. Or maybe I didn't feel as fast as I had been, and I kept thinking, why can't I go faster, faster. But about a century later, it has just arrived at Tianjin Station. After a stop of about ten minutes, I looked at the people who were buying water and snacks outside, and I wondered why I felt a sense of disgust in my heart, as if they had extended my home time indefinitely.

I tilted my head and looked, the fat man competed with his game console, obviously there are so many classic games, but he is very keen on Super Mario this kind of game played by girls, I always feel that boys either play fighting and fighting, or play gunfights that hearty, fat people prefer this kind of adventure.

As for my master, he had already slept in the middle, listening carefully, and snoring. And the person who was sitting next to the master tried his best to lean his body out, for fear that if the master rubbed him, he would fall into mold for eight lifetimes. At first glance, the man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with neat hair and shiny leather shoes. And my master was wearing dirty clothes, and he didn't buy good clothes for the New Year, his hair was messy, his beard was unkempt, and he was still snoring. If you want me, I'll stay away from him. My master really doesn't have important people in the family, so he doesn't wear good clothes.

I picked up the bag of orchid beans in front of the fat man, took out one and threw it to Master. It hit the master's head, and the master's snoring became louder. I didn't hesitate, and in the disgusted eyes of the person next to the master, I ate an orchid bean, smeared oil on the fat man's clothes, and continued to look out the window.

No matter how much I like the world outside Beijing, I get tired of it after a long time. But looking at the tombstones flying behind me, I suddenly remembered the miserable pair of lovers I had when I was a child. I felt pitiful for them before, but I didn't understand it myself. It wasn't until I came to Beijing that I realized that there are really many people of the same sex who can truly love each other, maybe they don't look forward to having offspring, but only hope that they can rely on each other in this life. I don't know if Lu Mincai's love can pass through the past and present lives and continue the previous edge.

Thinking about this mess, I gradually fell asleep. In my sleep, it was the small village that gave birth to me and raised me.

"Brother Kang, wake up, it's here." The fat man woke me up with his elbow. I saw that the train was really slowing down, and it was almost at the station.

"Xiaokang, go back in a while, you go home by yourself, I went to the hotel with the little fat man. On the first day we met, the little fat man and I won't go back to make trouble for you. In a few days, I'm going to deal with the things on the mountain, and I'm going to look for you with the little fat man. Master said to me, I don't think I dare to face my mother's tears, after all, no matter how good he is to me, he snatched me away from my mother.

I nodded, and when the train slowly drove into the station, Master took me and the fat man out of the exclusive passage, and then came to the mall next to the station. Then he paid the bill and took me to the taxi, and he and the fat man left.

"Go, go to Kunlun." The first one went, I was still speaking Mandarin, and after a pause, I immediately said it in dialect When I went to Kunlun, I felt that my depression had completely disappeared.

I clenched my hands tightly, my heart pounding. Looking at the familiar scenery, getting closer and closer......

"Where is Kunlun?" The driver in front asked me.

"Oh, to ......," I carefully reported the address that I had hidden in my heart for half a year.

"Well, it's coming soon!" The driver yelled at me.

When I got out of the car to check out, I directly gave someone a hundred and said Happy New Year, no need to look for it. Then, in his thanks, he took his luggage and returned home.

I raised my arm as if it were a daughter's arm and knocked on the door.

"Who?" There was a gentle and friendly inquiry from inside, it was the voice of the mother.

"It's me, Mom." I shouted.

I could feel the stillness in the air, and then the door slammed open. I saw my parents' red eyes and, of course, the sparkling tears on my cheeks. I threw the gift on the floor of the house, closed the door, and my mother hugged me all at once. This kind of cry contains too much lost and regained.

"Why don't you say it in advance when you come back, didn't your master say that you won't be able to come back for a few years?" My dad was complaining, and I had just seen him tilt his head to wipe his tears.

"Well, it happened that I had to deal with the cave in the mountain, so I came back together." I was strangled to death by my mother, and it was difficult to say a word.

"Have you eaten? Mom will cook for you. My mom probably heard me gasping and let go of me and asked.

"No, I'm hungry, I want fried meat!" I've never eaten serious fried pork in Beijing.

……

Mom prepared for a long time, and finally everyone sat down.

I took out the report card and handed it to my mother, and sure enough, my mother was very happy and asked this and that. Of course, I avoided the important and trivialized, talking about how harmonious I was with my teachers and classmates, studying hard, cultivating hard, and as for the strange encounters, I didn't say a word, for fear that my mother would be afraid again.

As for my dad, he kept grinning happily as I chatted with my mother, and didn't interject, and happily poured a glass of wine.

After eating, we sat at the table and chatted about the story of Beijing until my mouth was dry and I looked up to find that it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. My mother reluctantly got up, cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and told me to sleep.

I went to my room, turned on the light, and found out about the room, and tears flowed from my eyes......