"Tuozai, have you gotten a girlfriend?" said Han Xing, who was eating.

"Not yet. ”

"Wow, what are you doing? Since you inherited your father's handsome appearance, there's no reason why you can't have a girlfriend, kid fight for some anger. ”

"No is nothing. Han Tuo still grilled rice, and didn't seem to be moved by his father's words, "And you're really shameless." ”

"Tuozai, come and eat more. Mother Marisa Han put a piece of braised pork in Han Tuo's bowl with a warm smile that seemed to melt everything, and then joined the topic very naturally, "But Tuozai, if you meet a good girl, you have to do your best to fight for it, otherwise you will be snatched away by others." ”

"It's not...... Mom, I'm only 16 years old, don't parents teach their children to study hard or something? ”

"Well, that makes sense. But if you do, there's nothing you can do. Marissa clasped her palms together on her chest and nodded in agreement.

"Actually, I think the girl named Shan Rou from the family not far away is quite good, how about Tuozai? Marisa winked mischievously and encouraged her son with a provocative spell.

"No, Mom. Even though we grew up together, I just thought she was going to be good friends, not like you think......"

"Hmph, Tuozai, you still lack the toughness of a man. I think your mother and I were ...... when we were eighteen years old."

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know. Han Tuo perfunctorily interrupted his father Han Xing's speech, just because he felt tired of hearing these stories too many times.

My father and mother got married at the age of eighteen and gave birth to themselves at the age of twenty. The two always like to tell the stories of those years, as if the deep relationship has not been interrupted since 20 years ago. Although Han Tuo felt relieved, after the story was told, the two of them were tired of being together, which made him feel goosebumps all over his body.

In this way, lunch ended with a relaxed and pleasant daily conversation with the family.

Compared with his usual parents, Han Tuo feels that he and his parents are more like close friends. Her mother, Marisa, was always as warm as the sun, often shushing herself and asking for warmth, but occasionally she would accompany her to mess around with her, and her father was more like a friend, who was inevitably gloating in ordinary days, but when he broke through the shackles in anger, he found that he had already overcome his troubles.

Both father and mother are Han Tuo's most precious treasures, and the object of this life that he swears to protect - even if he rarely wins in the hands of his father, he still can't change Han Tuo's mood.

In the living room after lunch, Han Tuo was taking care of his clothes, because he had agreed to celebrate his birthday with his classmates.

However, it is said that it is a classmate.,The so-called participants are only Han Tuo himself and his childhood sweetheart Shan Rou.。 This made Han Tuo a little discouraged by the difference in his popularity, and made Han Tuo feel a little sorry for the high enthusiasm of Shan Rou to invite people and formulate the route.

This is exactly what the so-called authorities are obsessed with.

At this time, his father, Han Xing, came out of the back room and threw a small metal object over. "Tuozai, for you, a sixteenth birthday present. ”

Han Tuo took it with one hand, and was instantly stunned by the exquisite craftsmanship of the gift given by his father. It was a string of bracelets, made of soft grains of beaded wood, with a sword-shaped metal pendant at the end, the shapes of each part carved vividly, like a mirror-like metal reflection in the sunlight shining in from the window, revealing a vast and simple taste, which made Han Tuo lose his mind for a moment.

Of course, he can feel the preciousness of this thing, but the confrontation psychology generated by the father-son relationship between father and son for many years made Han Tuo still stiff at this time: "What is such a small thing, isn't it my father that you bought it from the stall." ”

"You stinky boy, I bought this for a lot of money. ”

"Hmph~" Han Tuo put the bracelet on his hand, looked at it, and narrowed his eyes happily, "...... Anyway, thank you. ”

"It's not frank, alas, that's how it is to have a son. ”

"When Tuo Tsai was born, I don't know who was happy to be like that. At this time, his mother, Marisa, walked behind Han Tuo and hung a necklace around Han Tuo's neck from behind, "Come, Tuozai, happy sixteenth birthday." ”

Instead, he became panicked, for he recognized the necklace his mother had worn around his neck—the item he had kept with him since he could remember.

In the years of Han Tuo's ignorance, in the confused vision after being lulled to sleep by his mother, on the sofa in the living room where he got up in the middle of the night, by the window when he came back from school, his mother always sat somewhere, looking at the necklace quietly and silently, her eyes happy and sad - it was the gaze that remembered happiness, but could not return to the past.

For sixteen years, Han Tuo had already determined that it was about his mother's never-mentioned but nevertheless hometown, which carried his mother's entire life for the twenty years before he was born.

"No, Mother, this is too precious for me to accept. ”

"It's okay," Mother Marisa's hand caressed Han Tuo's face, as soft and gentle as silk, "It's okay, Mother already has something more precious than that." ”

"But ......"

"Okay, okay, I saw that the little sister Shan Rou on the other side was already waiting for you there, it's not good to make the girl wait too long. ”

“...... All right. ”

was gently rejected by his mother's willingness to return, Han Tuo had no choice but to put on his shoes and open the door, and saw the bright and cheerful smile of the childhood sweetheart on the street.

Without Han Tuo noticing behind him, his mother Marisa reached out with an anxious and reluctant expression to grab Han Tuo's sleeve, just like a mother in a soldier's family who pulled her son to take one last look. However, the hand that reached out was held by his father Hanxing, and he looked at his mother Marissa with his rare serious and sharp gaze and shook his head.

Shan Rou on the other side of the street is waving excitedly, her long black hair swaying in the wind, and the carefully selected and matched clothes are refreshing, and the youthful and lively appearance makes the eyes of passing males quietly diverted. The golden sunlight spread on the ground, as if to make the scenery of that place hazy, and the girl's flawless smile was shrouded in a golden halo, which was quite sacred for a while.

Han Tuo also smiled lightly, beckoned gently, and walked to the opposite side, he thought that after going over, he would first praise the girl's voice and appearance, and the man on the other side was going to drool or something, and then ......

Then a tragic turn of events struck.