Dialect, is a child of a single-parent family.

One day ten years ago, on a snowy winter day that seemed to be similar to usual, at that crossroads, there was still light snow in the sky......

Crying, grief......

At that time, he was no longer the kind of child who didn't know anything, and he knew that his world would never be accompanied by one person from that day.

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"Tongues, let's go!" Yan Hongchang knocked on the door of the room, looked at Fang Yan who was sitting quietly on the sofa and shouted.

"Hmm!" Fang Yan responded, got up and walked to the door on crutches, and then under the leadership of Yan Hongchang, he stepped into the car that stopped in front of the base.

The sky is not yet bright, but the moon in the sky has faintly disappeared his figure, Fang Yan looked at Yan Hongchang next to him, and slowly, leaned his head against the car window, looking at the scenery outside and constantly retreating.

In fact, Fang Yan also thought about it, that is, to travel back to the time when his mother had an accident and use his ability to save his mother, but later, he also found that this matter can only be imagined, at least for now, there is no possibility.

There was no word, no one spoke, and there was silence in the carriage except for the little sound of the engine.

"It's time at the airport, get off!" Yan Hongchang next to him said, opened the car door and walked down, Fang Yan looked at the plane parked next to him, and walked over slowly.

It's the early morning of December 16, and it's also the day of the dialect's mother, Xu Jingshu.

The plane slowly flew into the night sky, and then flew towards Nanjing in a morning glow, until finally when Fang Yan got off the plane, there was already a gentle drizzle in the sky.

The convoy also began to start slowly, slowly driving towards the cemetery where Fang Yan would go every year, the carriage was still so quiet, Fang Yan couldn't raise any interest, and opened up a few topics.

"Why don't you bring something along, a bouquet of flowers, or something?" Yan Hongchang thought about it, and still asked the dialect.

"No, you don't." Fang Yan shook his head, looked at the road next to him, and then spoke, "Excuse me!" ”

The car stopped slowly, Fang Yan opened the car door, walked to the side of the road with a cane, looked at an ordinary little flower below, and then put himself down, but he paused, and looked at Yan Hongchang who was holding an umbrella on the side, "I'm here, it shouldn't have any effect, right?" ”

"It's fine!" Yan Hongchang replied, Fang Yan shook his head with a smile, picked the flowers in his hand, and re-entered the carriage step by step.

The vehicle started slowly again, and Fang Yan carefully put the flower in his hand aside, then raised Yan Hongchang, who was looking at the side, and said, "My mother died early, and many things are a little blurry now, but I still remember some things." ”

"My mother used to say that although these little flowers don't smell good, don't look good, and are even covered by dust, it is precisely because of these ordinary and ubiquitous flowers that the world looks more beautiful."

"Your mother must be beautiful!"

"Hmm." Fang Yan whispered in response, and turned his head to look out the window at the rain that was getting heavier and heavier.

……

"Tongues, your father is on it!" Yan Hongchang replied to the dialect, and then pointed to a white car parked on the side of the road.

"Go the other way." Fang Yan said, opened the car door and walked down.

"Boom...... ...... ......"

The rain was not heavy or light, Fang Yan glanced up at the overcast sky, and slowly walked towards his mother's grave.

The security personnel on the vehicle behind him also quickly dispersed, according to their respective arranged directions, to the surrounding places to carry out guards, and the side of the dialect was only followed by 1 personal security guard.

"Why don't you go and see you?" Yan Hongchang asked towards the dialect next to him, and pointed in the direction of Fang Jianguo.

"Do you think I can go with this foot?" Fang Yan replied with a wry smile, then sighed, looked at his father standing in front of his mother's grave and shook his head helplessly,

"Actually, I really want to spend more time with my dad, after my mom died, my relationship with my dad became more and more stiff, he usually had to manage the store, and I also had to go to school, during that time I was in a rebellious period, my dad's discipline was also very strict, and then the gap became wider and wider, until I went to college, I slowly understood, but I didn't know how to speak, I didn't know how to express it, but now, hehe."

Fang Yan chuckled twice, and looked at the figure in the distance standing quietly in place.

"Let's wait until it's over." Yan Hongchang said.

"I hope so......" Fang Yan shook his head and said nothing.

The rain was still falling, without the slightest stop, slowly, the figure over there began to turn around and walk towards the road he came, and then gradually moved away, but Fang Yan did not sell his footsteps, until Yan Hongchang next to him said that Fang Jianguo had already gotten into the car, he walked in the direction of the cemetery.

"You wait a minute, I'm just alone, my mother likes to be quiet." Fang Yan paused, said to the two people who followed next to him, and then slowly walked towards Xu Jingshu's cemetery.

……

"Mom, I'm coming to see you." Fang Yan said, put the flower in his hand next to another flower, and then bowed deeply to Xu Jingshu's photo.

"I've found what I'm supposed to do, what you used to say, be yourself, do what you're supposed to do, I've found it now, and I know what I'm carrying on my shoulders." Fang Yan spoke, paused, and kept a wry smile on his face, "But I'm so tired, really tired." ”

"But, I think I'm doing pretty well now, and then I can do better, and I haven't found a reason to give up, or a reason to be abandoned." Fang Yan shook his head and smiled, and then continued, "And I don't plan to give up in the future, although it may be a little unexpected, just like now, but it's all a small problem, and you don't have to worry." ”

The face in the photo still seems to be the same as it was remembered, with a little smile, and then stood quietly, as if listening quietly to the whining of the dialect.

"Also, I asked my dad to find another one, I think you will understand, in fact, my dad has been quite lonely for so many years, and since I went to college, I haven't had much time to spend with him." Fang Yan paused as he spoke, and then whispered, "Besides, I also want a brother or sister......

Time passed slowly in the sound of words for a while, and this light rain was so lingering......