The endless flow of the Yellow River flows eastward.

At the end of the road is the entrance to the sea.

The four years of college are scattered all over the country, and every time it comes to the summer vacation, everyone is busy working around to earn money, and the only opportunity to get together throughout the year is during the winter vacation and the New Year. At school, he fell in love with a girl named Mandy Fu in the same department, but even if he liked it, what could he do? Because of poverty, his inner inferiority complex always restricts his social circle from the inside out.

On the weekend, Wen Xiaoguo returned to school after working part-time in the pedestrian street of Binjiang Road, passing the overpass, encountering fire clouds, the sky in the western half was beautiful, many people crowded up and raised their mobile phones to take pictures, the aisle that was not spacious was crowded, and one of the migrant workers piled up large and small packages and woven bags at their feet, it was obvious that the outsiders who should have come to Tianjin for the first time to seek a way to survive have not yet found a place to stay. He took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the beautiful scenery that nature had gifted, and then sent a voice into his phone:

"Baby girl, do you look at the sky that Dad photographed?"

At that moment, Wen Xiaoguo felt that the dust and embarrassment on his body looked particularly touching against the backdrop of the sunset.

He suddenly thought of his father and Lao Zhao.

I haven't visited Lao Zhao for more than a year. I was busy working part-time to earn money during the summer vacation, and the only news about Lao Zhao was learned from my sister Aluo's phone. He wants to return to his hometown in Gansu, closer to home, closer to his sister, and closer to Lao Zhao.

He suddenly understood Ruiwen's choice when he filled in the college entrance examination volunteer.

Liu Jun kept fooling him in WeChat, saying that he planned to open an art class in Beijing and start drifting north, and the name of the art class was thought of, called Elf Painting Society, and he tried his best to persuade him to start a business together.

"Come on, second brother, let's start a business together and make our own New Oriental, you are one of my troika!"

"Wimpy kid! It takes a lot of money to start a business! We are poor and white, we are grassroots grassroots, where is there so much money? ”

"I've already scraped together enough money, you can come, I'll be the major shareholder, and you'll be the principal!"

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was Raven calling.

"Oops, you kid hasn't thought of me in a few days." Wen Xiaoguo teased:

But when he heard the crying on the other end of the phone, his nerves suddenly became tense.

"What's wrong brother?"

"Brother......

"What's wrong? Speak! ”

"It's okay...... Just wanted to give you a call. ”

"There must be something wrong with you kid, and you don't know that I'm an acute kid and want to suffocate me?"

"It's really fine......

"Boy, out of love? Don't say I'm hanging! ”

"Brother...... Yesterday afternoon, I went to the school gate to repair my mobile phone, and I happened to meet an old man with an old man in his hand, and the clerk kept explaining to him for a long time that the mobile phone was not broken......

"What's there to cry about? Compassion overflowing again? And then what? ”

And then ...... I saw that the old man was anxious, crying, and said that the mobile phone must be broken, otherwise why didn't his children call him......"

Wen Xiaoguo's ears couldn't help but shake back and forth after hearing this.

"Raven, miss your dad?"

"En......"

Raven spoke, and the cries on the phone surged like a flood of floods.

"If you miss your uncle, go and see, you're not very far from home."

"Brother, I'll be by the old man's side now...... Brother, I miss my dad, I secretly ran home and didn't tell my mom. Brother, when are you coming back to see me......"

Ten minutes of babbling, at least eight minutes of silence and choking.

Wen Xiaoguo felt that his nose was sour, he walked along Xuefu Road, passing by Linchao Lake, the sky was dark, and the sea breeze in the evening made him feel a little lonely.

"Don't cry, I'll book tickets in a while and I'll go back the day after tomorrow."

"Brother, I want to go to Tibet, I want to see the Potala Palace."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"I don't want to go by plane or train, I want to go by car or bike."

"Okay, no problem, let's go together."

"Have you ever been to Tibet?"

"Nope."

"But I've heard that the road into Tibet is very difficult."

"Seems to be."

"Will we have altitude sickness?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think there will be a lot of danger on the road?"

"I guess so."

"How dare you go with me?"

"What would you not dare? I'll go with you. Either catch the Tibetan antelope alive together, or feed the wild wolves together. ”

"Well, good. Hey hey ......"

Wen Xiaoguo finally heard a little bit of laughter coming from the other end of the phone.

The demon wind of Dagang is flying day and night, Wen Xiaoguo returned to the school dormitory at night and began to pack up his things, tossing until half past eleven in the middle of the night to make all the packages, he sat on the windowsill of the laundry room next to the dormitory and lit a red tower mountain, a pack of cigarettes was bought back and put it for more than a month and was not finished, and the dry tobacco became choking.

Flipping through the WeChat of his mobile phone, he saw the circle of friends sent by Ruiwen a few minutes ago:

I went to see my dad today, and I was joking with him as always at his grave.

Dad, this money should be enough for you to spend half a year, buy whatever you want over there, don't worry about your own body anymore, if there is Moutai Wuliangye, Zhonghua Su smoke or something, smoke what you want, drink whatever you want, buy yourself more new clothes, don't be reluctant, I have no money to give my son a dream, I will burn you silver again, and if you don't like the new car and new house, tell me, you can return it, Dad, you can return it, just give me a dream, Dad, why don't you give me a dream, It's been a long time since you've spoken to your son.

The picture is a cartoon, a small tree house is built on a big tree, on the branch in front of the book house is the back of a father and son sitting on the branch, the son leans on the father's side, the two look at the moon, the starry sky is blue, and there is a silver-white moon hanging in the sky.

Wen Xiaoguo stared at the picture in a daze for a while, and only came back to his senses when his fingers were burned by cigarette butts, and he commented under this circle of friends:

The moon is hazy, and I don't know where to return.

It's good to dream, and I'm afraid to meet in a dream.