When he said goodbye to Lu Zishan, the old man smiled heavily, humming along with the opera, and raised his hand easily: "Go, go, play." The old man looked innocent and wasteful, unaware of his vain heart as heavy as iron.

Ah Jing sighed and went out. I began to envy Master in my heart: Isn't it good to live like him? Happy and worry-free, big things can be used as pot lids, right? When will she be able to cultivate to such a realm?

Out of the house, Ah Jing looked around in amazement, hoping to see the figure he missed, but he was afraid to see that figure. As soon as it disappears, it disappears so completely and silently. It seems that Ajing, Ajing, it's just that you can't stand the temptation, and you push yourself in, and you can't climb up!

The weather was very cloudy for the past two days. Ah Jing wore a thin coat and felt a little cold, but he didn't bother to go home and get his clothes. All the way to the bus stop, the road was not long, she lowered her head, and took small steps. My heart is empty.

In fact, I look at my mother, but I also comfort myself. It's been eight years. She had never changed her SIM card, but she had never received a call from her mother. Did she forget that she had a daughter? Eight years is not enough to eliminate her hatred?

She couldn't let it go. Sixteen years of family affection, how can it be said that it can be erased? In this world, no matter how ruthless and desolate she is, she is always her mother, and she is related by blood. With her, there is Ajing, who is standing in this world today. Hate her, just because she loves her dad. For this alone, Ah Jing forgave her.

They all love their dad. Isn't it? It's just done in a different way. Mommy's way, extreme and perverted. made Ajing not even hate.

Just look at it from afar. How many eight years can there be in life? Wouldn't it be nice to ask your mom what was going on and why? However, after eight years of rustiness, Ah Jing no longer had the ability to walk next to that thin body and call his mother. She was afraid, afraid to see that hateful look again. That look, like a knife, made her heart tremble.

She didn't dare, didn't dare to uncover this bloody scar again, to hurt her mother. My mother must have been like her, and she didn't want to remember the horror and pain of that day. She even pretended that her father was not dead and still lived with her.

Who said that time can wipe everything away, such bloody memories will never be worn away with the passage of time, but they are wrapped up layer by layer, and if they are revealed, they will be dazzling, miserable, and devastating.

She would rather be hated like this, suffering in no apparent terms, than bear to disturb her mother's peaceful life. As long as both of them are okay or. That's enough. And she was satisfied!

By the time the shuttle bus arrived in town, it was already dusk.

The town is changing every year. The buildings are taller, the roads are widened, the green belt is lush, and most of the neighbors and children who come and go no longer know her.

Not far from the alley, a construction site with the roar of machinery appears, the familiar old houses have been demolished, the pile drivers are parked on scattered foundations, and the roadside is full of cement and steel bars.

Because there are no houses, you can see the green mountains in the distance. There, dear dad is buried. There, there are many laughs and memories of childhood and adolescence. Ah Jing stood still, staring at the mountains on the other side of the construction site, and after watching for a while, a gust of wind blew, and the loess flew, blowing the white film covering the building materials on the construction site.

It took a while for Ah Jing to come back to his senses. Wiping his face, Xu is sand blinded his eyes, and tears have flowed all over his face without knowing when. She walked slowly. The alley is still as long and as deep. The once familiar door, tightly closed.

Maybe it's dinner right now? No, I guess I've already eaten it. If it was eight years ago, their family of three would have gone for a walk. Mom's hand was hooked in the crook of Dad's arm. She bites an apple and wears a beautiful white dress, following leisurely......

A bicycle got up from the side, and the young man on the bicycle shook the bell, passed by, and whistled loudly.

Ah Jing avoided a little to the side, and then raised his head and saw a gray-haired figure. Although he has white hair, his body is still straight. Uncle Ren?

Ah Jing's eyes moistened. The years are unforgiving. Uncle Ren, who used to be handsome, is now full of gray hair. If the father is alive, why not? Their hair is gray early.

Ah Jing stepped back a little and disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

Ren Wutong walked to the door and knocked. The door opened, and he walked in.

Ah Jing stood dumbfounded. Uncle Ren can now enter her house. He never wanted to come. After so many years, thanks to his care, right?

The door opened again. Ren Wutong stood up, a white sweater on his arm. Stood outside the door and waited for a while. A thin figure with short ear-length hair stepped out and bent down to lock the door.

Ah Jing stretched out his hand and covered his mouth. The eyes widened. Mom. She was willing to give up that long black and smooth hair and cut it into such a short hair. Haven't come over for months. How does she seem to be thinner? Even the back seems to be a little hunched. With two words of old age, he has slowly climbed up his mother's waist.

Mother turned around, Ah Jing hid deeper, saw her mother raise her head slightly, and smiled at Ren Wutong. Taking the sweater from the crook of his arm, the two men walked out of the alley side by side and turned onto the road in front of them. Ren Wutong walked a little later, and the smile spread out on his face, showing a little comfort.

Ah Kyo stepped out of the shadows. Some sad, some happy. They are all old. But it's still comfortable, right? She had long known that Uncle Ren would take good care of her mother. She had seen it a long time ago.

That's fine. She can also go elsewhere with peace of mind. She has never been a competent daughter, and there is no way to arrange her mother's life. Even, there is no way to arrange your own life!

Ah Jing lowered his head and wiped his eyes. Eyes hurt. I've been crying too much lately. Sad and dazed. Her days are like soaking in a yellow lotus jar. The eyes are full of bitterness, and I can't find a little head.

turned around, but didn't expect someone behind him, and slammed into a solid chest.

Ah Jing raised his head and immediately opened his eyes.

Lu An stood straight across from her, looking at her quietly, her hair was a little messy, her face seemed to be thin and thin, and her dark blue eyes were bloodshot and a little puffy. It's a little scary. The mouth was chapped and deeply imprinted. On the body, there was a pungent smell of smoke.

Isn't he a smoker? Wasn't he always gentle and personable? Why is it so embarrassed?

Ah Jing was startled for a second, and the nameless anger rose rapidly.

What did he come to do? Isn't it dry and disappearing cleanly? Not even a word of greeting. Does he know about her worries and doubts? Does he know how hard she has been this week?

If it's going to disappear, it's better to disappear forever. Don't show up again, poke her in the eye, hurt ...... Her heart!

Now it's suddenly popping up here, what's it?

Ah Jing pushed her away suddenly, with so much force that he didn't expect, Lu An was pushed backwards and staggered, and in panic, he held on to the wall with his hand so that he didn't fall down.

Ah Jing dodged and ran. I wanted to cry out loud while running. No, no, now she doesn't want anything. What did he do when she missed him the most? Where did his shadow come from when she was restless?

She finally knew that she had fallen into the trap without the slightest resistance. There is no full pink, all thorns piercing. It was all over her body, and it hurt her, but he was still at a loss outside the cave, unaware of her suffering. She hated herself like this, hated herself for not being angry. He had just suffered from love, and before his injuries were healed, he jumped into another hole without hesitation. She's really cheap, very cheap. She's just an indigenous. But I want to pick the stars in the sky and eat the best apples in the orchard!