One o'clock in the morning.

This is my first time on this night bus.

The empty night bus was filled with only a lady looking down at the newspaper, a middle-aged man talking on the phone with a foreign accent, and a young couple holding a sleeping child.

They are as ordinary as anyone else in the world.

But taking a bus together on such a night seemed to indicate that they, like me, owe their fate.

At the end of the day, maybe I'm too bored to look at these people so closely.

After getting off the bus, I lit the street lamp and stared at the glass window on the platform for a long time.

After making sure there were no strange marks on my face, I finally headed home.

I found out the key to the new door that my mother had given me not long ago.

This is the first time I've used this key; I haven't been home much since my mother's door was locked.

After my mother and Zhao Wei signed a divorce agreement, I regained the right to enter and exit this door freely.

Out of debt and nostalgia for his mother, Zhao Wei did not take back the house he bought for his mother in full during the marriage, and gave his mother a considerable amount of money.

But I knew very well that my mother would not touch the money, let alone leave this place.

Even though I don't know why she's obsessed with this house.

It probably comes down to some kind of knot.

The décor in the home has been changed back to its original appearance, and it looks particularly deserted in the middle of the night.

I washed up and got into the bed, and soon fell asleep.

The next day I stayed at home and didn't want to go to school.

My mother didn't seem to notice that I was home, and went out early in the morning.

Or maybe she knew I was back, but she didn't bother to say hello to me.

I lay lazily in bed for the day; The body only felt more tired and sore.

In the evening, when my mother came back to see the dinner I had prepared, Qingli's still slightly depressed face seemed to be a little softer than she had remembered.

We finished our dinner in peace and silence; Everything was as normal as if nothing had happened.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, I told my mother that I wanted to drop out of school.

Her reply was still a bland "good".

No reason, no persuasion, no obstruction.

Actually, with such a mother, I should be satisfied.

I haven't turned on my phone because I don't want to get a call from anyone.

- Let's break with the past completely.

Before six o'clock the next morning, the doorbell rang like a mad dog.

I was woken up the moment the bell rang, but I just wouldn't get up and open the door.

Vaguely, I seemed to have a hunch of who the man outside the door was.

I hope not.

But if it was him, it wouldn't be anything.

Because I'm not going to say a word to him anymore.

I heard my mother belching open the door, her slippers dragging across the floor, and the sound of her asking who was coming from behind the door.

I put my head under the covers.

At this time, just play dead.

I'm half-dead, so it's not too hard to pretend to be dead.

Don't breathe, don't make a sound, don't listen, don't look and don't think.

A minute later, I poked my head out because I couldn't breathe.

Playing dead is not fun at all.

The sound of footsteps back and forth in the living room, and the sound of the mother's deliberately suppressed cheers.

And his voice that gave me a splitting headache.

It was a cool morning, but I covered myself in a sweat.

The two of them seemed to be in front of my bedroom, and Fang Cai's voice suddenly stopped.

The doorknob of the bedroom is gently rotated.

I'm glad I always have a habit of locking my doors.