I really don't want to experience the pain of losing a loved one again, why is God so cruel, why!

I don't know when the tears wet my eyes, these are tears left again after many years. I limped down that resting street, passing passers-by.

God seemed to feel my emotions, and the sky gradually became gloomy. Seeing that it was about to rain, the people on the street suddenly ran wildly, and even the stalls hurriedly closed their stalls. But I still walked slowly, walking......

It wasn't long before there were only a few people left on the street, and the sky was getting darker and darker, and the wind was blowing wildly, blowing my cheeks and trying to blow away the pain in my heart.

Then the rain began to pour down......

But I still walked in the rain, letting the rain wet my clothes and my hair.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the raindrops the size of beans fell on my body and smashed on my face with a faint pain. My clothes were soaking wet, but I didn't realize it, and I was still walking with my eyes blank.

The memories of these twenty-one years flashed in my mind like a movie.

was naughty and mischievous when he was a child, but he was taught a lot by his mother. When I go to school, Thursday is the most anticipated week of the week. Because the school only allows the family to deliver meals on Thursdays, it is a very lucky thing to be able to eat the food cooked by my mother at school every week.

My mother is not in good health and has severe anemia. It was that time that I remember the most, and I will never forget it.

It was a Thursday, and I immediately ran down after school. Our teacher was on the third floor, but it took me less than a minute to run down.

Next to the school playground is a small wood, where the parents who deliver the meals are located. It felt very warm to watch this scene, and my eyes fell on my mother, who was looking at me with a smile on her face.

"Mom." I shouted happily.

My mother agreed, and quickly took the lunch box, which was divided into two layers, one for noodles and the other for soup.

"Eat, it's your birthday today, Mom made your favorite food, son, happy birthday." My mother looked at me dotingly.

I am also very happy in my heart, to be honest, I like to eat everything my mother makes, not for anything else, just because there is a taste of love in it.

However, before I could take a few bites of food, an accident happened......

At first, my mother was standing there, but suddenly she fell to the ground with a heavy fall.

When the surrounding crowd saw this scene, they all dodged away and hid far away, and even some ugly words came out of their mouths.

'Sick, aren't you?' ’

'It's not dead, is it?' ’……

As a son, how can I not be angry when I hear others talk about my mother like this, and immediately scold them.

I quickly helped my mother up, and looking at my mother's slightly haggard face, my heart was bleeding.

"Mom-Mom-" I called softly, for I was frightened and panicked, and I didn't know what to do, and none of those people had come to help.

Maybe it was my call that worked, my mother's eyes slowly opened, and she looked at me slightly blankly.

Seeing that my mother opened her eyes again, I wiped the tears in my eyes and hugged my mother.

Later, my mother stood up, and I said that I wanted to send her back, but she firmly disagreed, saying that it was for me to study hard. In the end, she went back amid my worries, but I was distracted by the day's lessons, and I was worried about whether my mother would pass out again halfway through.

One day passed, and the next day, Friday, was able to go home today. As soon as school was out in the afternoon, I immediately rode my bicycle home, which was probably the first time that I was so fast, and I was racing like crazy all the way.

When I finally got home, I hurried to find my mother, but fortunately my mother was fine.

It was only later that I learned that my mother had not eaten from morning to noon that day, and in order to make my favorite noodles, she rode to town early in the morning. And she had anemia, and it was so hot that day, so she passed out.

I just walked aimlessly, reminiscing, in pain......

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was so hard that I passed out and fell to the ground, making a splash.

I don't know what happened after that, but I just woke up with a splitting headache and weakness, which was typically a cold and fever.

And I was still lying on the side of the road, which made me have to sigh that the world was hot and cold, how could the current society become like this. Surprisingly, those goblins didn't come to kill me, wouldn't it be nice to take advantage of people's danger?

I'm really decadent at the moment, why is the reality so cruel......

Boredom lighting a cigarette, watching the circles under my eyes drift away, the rain has passed and the sky is clear, my heart is more sad.

Reached out and hailed a taxi, I was going to the train station. Either way, I'm going to go home and see. I'm in danger right now, and I could die at any moment, but nothing can stop me, not even a ghost!

When I arrived at the train station in Wonsan, I dragged my tired body to the ticket office and bought a ticket directly to Tombongseong.

The nearest train was half past seven, I looked at the time, it was already five o'clock, wait a minute. I don't know where the phone went, but fortunately, the wallet is still there.

A man sat on the steps outside the waiting room, puffing out smoke rings.

Half a pack of cigarettes was finished in a while, got up and patted the soil, and walked to the waiting room.

At this time, the waiting room was full of people, and I walked directly to the front and looked at the waiting screen scrolling, showing the bus I was on.

It's six o'clock, and the sky has begun to darken, and all kinds of smells are mixed in the waiting room.

The wait was very long, and it felt like almost a century before the ticket inspector came. Now I really feel like an arrow, and when I saw the ticket inspector coming, I quickly stepped forward and took out the ticket.

The people behind me also started lining up, ready to check in for tickets.

At half past six, the ticket inspection began.

After cutting the ticket, I didn't stop at all, and quickly ran to the platform.

This time it was the sixth car, and I came to the door of the sixth car, and there was a young man standing at the door, looking like he was in his twenties, with a standard smile on his face.

I handed him the train ticket in my hand, and he looked at it and gave it back to me. "Have a nice trip." He said to me with a smile.

But how could I be happy, I barely showed a smile, and walked towards the car.

There were only three or four people in car number six at this time, sitting together. Several of them are all women, all of them are scantily dressed, with heavy makeup, but their faces are really good, and they can't pull it out at a glance, which is fascinating. An enticing scent of perfume emanated from their bodies.

There is a kind of magic in this perfume that can make you forget everything for a while and just want to enjoy it with your eyes closed.