Liang An kept a secret for me very righteously, and since I was a child, although he disliked me countless times, he never really left me to go out alone.

Back at my uncle's house, my uncle and aunt planned a spring outing in the suburbs, and said that everything was going in a good direction. Dad's injuries are recovering well, he can be discharged from the hospital in three to five days, the developer who disappeared in order to evade responsibility has also been arrested, and the medical expenses and compensation for the injured workers have also been settled.

My uncle said that the suffering of our family is over. It is not known which city I will go to college after the college entrance examination, but while the weather is neither hot nor cold, my family is here, it is better to go on an outing together and relax.

Okay, go for a walk.

I readily agreed, but for some reason, I began to fear loneliness. When I was in love with Wang Yinan, he didn't spend much time alone with me, nor did he occupy too much of a proportion in my life, but he said not to meet again in the future, and my heart suddenly emptied. It was as if the whole world had quieted down, and I hated being in this low state. At the same time, they are afraid that they will indulge in this state.

Perhaps, with more family and more walking, I will soon forget about the person who saw me as an indifferent being.

The sun was shining brightly, and I tried to hide my sluggish state, and Liang An did not forget to carry his sketchpad on his back wherever he went, which, in his words, was the soul camera that he had given life.

I have seen Liang An's paintings, many of them are some desolate or lonely landscapes, and I agree with him that his painting board is the soul camera that he has given life, because after seeing his paintings, I can understand the loneliness and sadness in his paintings.

But the uncle and aunt don't understand, they just think that Liang An is a very sensible child since he was a child, but they ignore Liang An, who is shivering in the corner when they quarrel countless times over trivial family matters.

My uncle drove his old silver-white car, perhaps because my uncle drove it around every day, and for many years, he finally boiled it into a veritable classic car. There is a creaking sound on the bumpy path.

Son, you mix well, you will become an artist in the future, and give your father a Cadillac.

The uncle smoked a cigarette and skillfully operated the steering wheel with both hands. My aunt coughed a few times in the passenger seat, and began to nag my uncle that he shouldn't smoke in the car. And told Liang An that he would not buy a good car for his uncle when he made money in the future, and he would never leave his hand every day, and the car had just been bought back for less than a month, and he had several big holes in the seat.

Liang An sat in the back with me, and did not respond to his aunt, only to see him leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed, listening to the music playing in the Walkman. I reached for one of his headphones, slipped them into my ear, and let my uncle and aunt continue arguing.

There was a song playing in the headphones that I had never heard before.

If two people are in paradise

It's like a warm wall

Imprison your dreams

Is happiness like a bars?

Migratory birds lost their south

If you yearn for the sky

Longing for a pair of wings

Let go and let you fly

Your wings should not be accompanied by roses

Listen to the withering time

If romance becomes a bond

I would like to choose for you to go back to loneliness

If the lingering becomes a chain, put aside the promise

In fact, when I first heard this song, I didn't quite understand the meaning between the lines. It's just that the melody has a magic that can make me cry instantly. Holding back tears from the imminent burst, I shoved the headphones back into Liang An's ears and muttered why he was listening to such sad songs.

Uncle and aunt began to imagine that Liang An would become a first-class painter in China after graduation, and after he became famous and had a successful career, he should get married and have children, and hold the two of them for three years. Even for the sake of whether Liang An will give birth to a boy or a girl in the future, he can argue endlessly. It seems that no matter how successful a painter is, he can't avoid getting in touch with the fireworks of the world, starting a business, starting a family, and having a baby.

My uncle said he wanted a daughter like me. Unlike Liang An, he holds everything in his heart and doesn't tell his family anything.

I am a child who has no reservations about my parents. It's just that adults don't know it.

Liang An said that he didn't want to get married, he didn't want to have children, he just wanted to find someone he liked, to be together, and that's it.

I feel from the bottom of my heart that Liang An must be a scumbag in the love world.

Liang An did not refute.