Today is probably the warmest day since the beginning of winter. Zheng Pei, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, landed at the foot of the mountain a few miles outside the village, put the eagle wood carving into his schoolbag, and hurried home with a large bag and a small bag bought from the city. The familiar landscape around him gradually opened up his past memories, and even the pebbles on the road guided him on the way. Everything in the village is still the same as before, and Zheng Pei can walk back to his door with his eyes closed. Closer, closer, Zheng Pei tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, but he forgot his steps, and involuntarily trotted a few steps, looking like a hairy boy, which made him laugh embarrassedly. It's almost halfway through the morning now, and my mother must not have cooked at noon. Zheng Pei glanced at the gift box of pastries, and his heart was delicious, his mother must like it!

There are no old people basking in the sun and chatting at the entrance of the village, which just makes Zheng Pei, who is a little shy, relax, now he doesn't want to be stopped by others to ask long and short questions, it is best not to touch an acquaintance, let him run all the way home, maybe such selfishness should be forgivable. But after all, it was just an idea, Zheng Pei just turned a corner and ran into Aunt Liu.

The moment their eyes met, one was excited, the other was surprised. Aunt Liu's expression was a little embarrassed, and before Zheng Pei could speak, she told him to hurry home.

The people I met along the way were like this, no one was happy with Zheng Pei's arrival, not a single one. The eyes that met Zheng Pei were all pity, and even a good aunt covered her mouth and cried. Zheng Pei didn't know what was going on at home, his heart gradually sank, and he kept speeding up his pace, but the home that was originally close at hand was getting farther and farther away from him......

Finally, after turning the last corner, Zheng Pei stopped. He didn't dare to take another half step forward, because he saw the blank paper banner in front of his door......

Qiao Hui, Zheng Qiang's wife and Zheng Pei's mother, died at the age of 41 due to myocardial ischemia and angina pectoris caused by long-term excessive fatigue.