Early in the morning, in front of a residential community in Beijing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A girl in a red woolen trench coat stood at the iron gate of the community with a suitcase in her hand, the cool breeze blowing through her waist-length hair, and her big watery eyes looked at the familiar place in front of her.

I haven't been back for over two years... Can you really forgive her? Yang Qianyuan asked herself in her heart, until now she still can't figure out whether she can let that thing pass... The moment that has been echoing in my mind for two years is like being burned by a soldering iron, lingering.

Inside the iron gate, a woman with an excellent temperament walked out with a mobile phone, about forty years old, with long wavy brown hair, delicate facial features, and a bright but not bewitching outfit.

After seeing Yang Qianyuan, the woman breathed a long sigh of relief, choked in her throat, and her eyes revealed a deep joy.

Qian Yuan also looked up at her, opened her mouth, but never said anything. Although we had talked a lot on the phone before, I was still a little overwhelmed when we actually met face-to-face.

The woman looked at Qian Yuan with a smile on her face, her eyes moistening unconsciously. She is the proprietress of a music bar nearby, people call her Sister Hong, although the scale of the bar is not large, but it is running very well, but in the past two years, the customer flow has been greatly reduced, the store is not open from time to time, obviously people who know know it... It's because the boss's daughter suddenly ran away from home and there was no news.

But the strange thing is that Sister Hong not only did not try her best to find her, but also always maintained an elegant smile in front of people. Although her daughter is in her early twenties and is about to graduate, even if she is alone outside, nothing will happen, but after all, she was separated because of a fierce dispute, isn't she worried at all?

Of course, the facts are negative, those who are familiar with Sister Hong know that this woman's life is not easy, her husband died early, she raised her only daughter by herself, and she has been struggling to support a family's livelihood for so many years, the difficulty can be imagined.

But every time friends and bar customers see Sister Hong, she always shows her radiant side, most people have never seen her crying, let alone her sad and collapsed look, as if all the hardships in life can not shake her mentality.

The only one who knows the truth is her daughter Yang Qianyuan, her mother is not unable to cry, but she is good at shedding tears into her heart, no matter how painful things are, she can always cover up the despair in her heart with a calm smile. This is something that a girl of Yang Qianyuan's age is far from being able to learn.

The mother and daughter looked at each other for a long time, quiet and long. In the end, it was the mother who suppressed the tears that were about to flow, and broke the deadlock with a smile, "Come in quickly, I've been preparing your favorite meal since last night, just waiting for you to come back"

took the salute from Qian Yuan's hand, put his hand on her shoulder and invited her in.

On the way from the entrance of the community to her home, Qianyuan never said anything, just nodded silently while listening to her mother's words.

Upon entering, a steaming aroma of food fills your face, and the living room table is filled with more than a dozen mouth-watering home-cooked dishes.

Qianyuan's nose suddenly felt sour, which is probably what people often say... "The taste of home", right? Whenever I ate at home alone, I would always recall that after coming home from school, my mother would prepare a table of delicious meals for herself in advance, no matter how busy she was running a bar at night. A strong sense of remorse suddenly arose in my heart. No matter what she has done, she is always her mother, and for herself who has lost her father's love since she was a child, her mother is the whole world in her childhood.

Looking at Qianyuan's reddish eyes and closed lips, Sister Hong hugged her into her arms distressedly, how could her daughter not be her whole world?

The sobbing sound of the mother and daughter was mixed with warm comfort, and everything finally returned to normal...

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"During this time in the field, did you have a boyfriend?" Picking up a piece of meat and putting it in her daughter's bowl, Sister Hong asked with a smile.

Qian Yuan raised her head slightly, and also smiled faintly, she knew that this was a topic that her mother had squeezed out in order not to make the atmosphere embarrassing.

Shaking his head, he said softly, "There have been one or two... But the ending is not very good" Qian Yuan's voice and tone of speech are not sweet and shy, but they are very magnetic, revealing a slightly neutral free and easy, the way she speaks, and her personality is even more so.

From childhood to adulthood, she was more of a "buddy" friend than a girl's girlfriend.

Sister Hong's face seemed to be smiling all the time, and she nodded, "That's because they are blind, how many of these young men can cherish beautiful things?" But that's fine, you're the happiest one if you don't marry me for the rest of your life."

Qian Yuan almost squirted out the rice in her mouth, "Mom, this is what you said, I will become an older leftover girl in the future, don't drag me on a blind date every day"

"I'm not as stupid as other people, trying my best to give away my precious daughter all day long"

"You're saying so now, but when I can't get married, you may be in a hurry."

The dinner was warm and beautiful, and the cheerful conversation between mother and daughter echoed in the living room, and the house that had been deserted for a long time was once again filled with the smell of family affection.

At night, Qianyuan lay on her bed in a large shape, and everything in the room was neatly arranged.

"Hey~~~ Whenever you are the most tired, the most tired, and the most exhausted, I always think of you at the first moment... The warm big bed I haven't seen in a long time! ”

Sister Hong gently pushed open the door and shook her wet palm, "Sissi, the bath water is boiled, go wash and go to sleep again"

Reluctantly, he got up from the bed, "Okay, okay, I'll go take a shower first." Then my salute will trouble my mother to clean up" The latter sentence was said in a coquettish tone.

Sister Hong chuckled and replied playfully, "There's nothing I shouldn't see, right?" ”

The mother and daughter have always liked to joke with each other, and finally had the opportunity to talk to their mother again. Don't throw a picture of your grandson in the trash," he said, and quickly ran out of the room.

Shaking her head with a wry smile, Sister Hong moved the suitcase that Qianyuan had erected on the ground to the bed, wiped her hands with a towel, and took out the messy clothes inside one by one after unzipping and folded them one by one.

When sorting out the fifth blouse, a black cardboard fell out of the rolled up clothes, Sister Hong turned her face and saw what fell out, the T-shirt in her hand slipped down, her eyes widened instantly, and she felt like her head had been hammered hard by something, and her eyes became a little trance.

The material, color and shape of this cardboard... The smooth and straight surface also reflected a white halo, and this little cardboard was like a pitch-black death blade in Sister Hong's eyes, setting off a huge wave in her heart.