At half past six, when you come out of the public cemetery, it is difficult to stop a taxi in such a place, and most of them still have to take the bus.

Lin Xiaochuan was still sitting in the innermost position of the double seat near the back door, his head against the closed glass window, there were very few people in the car, and the sky was almost completely dark.

Through the glass that can gradually reflect the light, Lin Xiaochuan can see his thin face, imprinted on the mirror of another world.

When Lin Xiaochuan finally returned to his home, the world outside the house was already full of stars, and the moon was hanging high, except for the moonlight and starlight, he could no longer feel the presence of a trace of sunshine.

Lin Xiaochuan entered the house and closed the door, his father was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the news channel of the Central Channel 13, and the picture of the police arresting the suspect flashed on the TV, and the father turned his head and looked at his son.

"It's back!" The father said it very plainly, as if his son had come home, which was a normal thing, so he turned back and continued to watch the news.

The mother had now lost her usual elegant attire, her hair looked a little messy behind her shoulders, and she was poking her head out of the kitchen with an oil-stained scarf in front of her and a pair of cotton slippers on her feet.

"Home!" The mother came out of the kitchen on purpose, just to take a look at her son.

Lin Xiaochuan watched this scene, his mother was cooking in the kitchen with her whole body armed, and his father was also like the head of the family, leisurely watching TV and waiting for dinner, all of which were too ordinary and ordinary, so that they were too harmonious, making Lin Xiaochuan doubt the uneasiness in his heart.

"I'm back" replied to his mother angrily, Lin Xiaochuan had been in the cemetery for too long, and he didn't pay much attention to cleanliness and hygiene, and there were still some grass roots near the collar of his body at this time.

Mother stood at the kitchen door and didn't want to leave, waving a spatula in her hand, as if she felt proud to hold this thing in her hand.

"I fried my best onion beef today, the beef is super fresh, and it happened to be supplied by someone else when I bought it."

Lin Xiaochuan listened to his mother's words, or he didn't care about what his mother was saying, and moved towards the staircase.

His mother also noticed that he was a little messy, so she immediately changed her words and stopped talking about her best dishes today

"Son, did you fight with someone today" The mother quickly leaned over with a worried face, still holding the spatula in one hand, and patted her son's back with the other hand, pulling off a few grass roots from his neck.

Hearing the words "fight" blurted out from his mother's mouth, the father's attention suddenly shifted from the news on the TV channel to his son.

He stared at Lin Xiaochuan for a few moments, and saw that there were no other scars or scratches on his body except for some messiness. The mother didn't know that Lin Xiaochuan was still running to the public cemetery again and again, and the father didn't tell her mother about it, which would only disturb her heart.

After a few glances, my father roughly guessed what was going on, so he didn't say anything else and went back to watching his TV.

Mother is still pulling and dragging on Lin Xiaochuan, but Lin Xiaochuan is already a little impatient, just fry your dishes well, and it is not your turn to take care of other things.

Lin Xiaochuan broke free of his mother's hand in three or two strokes, and when his mother wanted to remove a straw from her son's neck, Lin Xiaochuan had already stepped up the stairs, and his mother's hand hung in the air and had to be put down again.

The mother felt alienated from her son, and she could understand that her son had always been like this, tepid to his parents, and perhaps inherited his father's genes, and his father was basically the same when he was young.

"Let's go take a shower first!" The mother was still downstairs, and when she heard her son say yes upstairs, she remembered that there were still vegetables in the pot, so she hurried back to the kitchen.

Lin Xiaochuan returned to his bedroom, sat on the edge of his bed, the lights in the room were not turned on, the windows were wide open, the moonlight through the windows, and the bright light scattered in the living room, had already illuminated the room brightly.

Lin Xiaochuan turned his head sideways in the direction of his sister's room on the other side, as if this wall separated not only his own bedroom and his sister's bedroom, but also some kind of two worlds that he still couldn't understand.

Sixteen years old, after this year, next year will be seventeen, sixteen years, parents and myself at the same time in this house, this is the first time. What are parents really thinking? Are they beginning to repent too? But is it too late for them to come to their senses!

As soon as Lin Xiaochuan thought of this house, there would be no more sisters of his own in the future, and he would not be blessed to be spoiled by his parents at this time. For him, the blow caused by the departure of his sister was enough to make his childlike heart mature and strong, and the departure of his sister made him continue to believe that he could live alone in this world.

Lin Xiaochuan finally got up, walked down the corridor on the second floor step by step, walked to the easternmost bathroom, took off his clothes, and bathed his body in warm water.

Man is really a strange animal, just like a knife in his heart, in an instant, after the warm water gently touches the whole body, the comfort and relaxation brought by it makes people full of hope for the world again. Maybe people are also an electrical appliance that can be charged and then recycled.

My mother cooked a sumptuous meal on the table: stir-fried beef with onions, shrimp with green peppers, tofu and cabbage, and seaweed soup.

Whether it tastes or looks, it is a notch higher than my father's craftsmanship.

"Mother, if my sister can sit at this table and eat the food you cooked, maybe I will really feel very happy!" Lin Xiaochuan choked a tear in his heart and didn't fall, he thought in his heart, but he didn't say it.

"I'm grateful for all you're doing now!"

"But not?"

"Can you stop! Don't do it anymore."

"Because really, everything is meaningless"

"Everything is meaningless"

d will come