Your father is going to cook porridge for you, remember to warm it up before drinking. You shouldn't be able to eat anything else when you have a cold, even if you eat it, you don't want to buy takeout, and when you have a cold, you can eat less and get better quickly. ’

Tossed until the early hours of the morning last night, and it was already afternoon when An Ji woke up. As soon as I got up, I saw a note pressed under the cold medicine - it was specially written by He Yanqing to his daughter before leaving home.

Seeing the name of the school printed on the sticky note, An Ji was stunned for a long time before putting the note into the bedside table. There are already a lot of sticky notes piled up in the bedside table, and they are all bought by An Ji in school before graduation.

Standing up to go to hot water, my arms were so sore that I couldn't lift them, and my head was still groggy.

After drinking the medicine and waiting until his mind was clearer, An Ji moved to the kitchen and saw a bowl of white rice porridge on the table. In a small pot next to it...... It's still white rice porridge.

Remembering that his father always said that rice porridge is the best way to warm the stomach, and every time he quarreled with his mother because of cooking porridge, An Ji's eyes were full of laughter.

Outside the door, there was a unique rattle of his father's key chain, there were many very old keys on it, An Ji felt that since he remembered, the doors of the house had been changed two or three, but those keys were never absent from his father's key chain.

"Ji'er, awake?"

"Haven't you drunk the porridge yet?" Seeing that her daughter was about to get up, An Jianing hurriedly went to stop her, "Don't move, Dad will help you heat up." ”

"Hmm." After the fever, it hurts everywhere in the body, and walking is like stepping on cotton, if it weren't for the fact that his father worked for a day and couldn't bear to trouble his father again, An Ji really didn't want to move.

When the porridge was hot, An Jianing put a bowl in front of An Ji, and reached out to probe her daughter's forehead, "Don't burn it, do you think it's better?" After drinking the porridge, Dad has something to talk to you about. ”

"Hmm."

In Hangzhou, even in the evening, it is still hot and tight. The father and daughter sat on a bench in the community, and not far away were the old people who gathered together to enjoy the shade and chat about family life......

"Your mother doesn't specifically compete with you, she also has her own difficulties." The daughter sat beside her, An Jianing did not smoke, but stared at the orange-red clouds in the sky for a long time before slowly speaking.

If it weren't for the fact that her daughter had just had a fever and her body was weak and tight, An Jianing might not have opened her mouth by now - many things have been buried in her heart for a long time, and without An Ji's appearance today, it may become a secret hidden in her heart forever.

"You may not know that your father and I gave up the opportunity we instinctively had because of our impulsive dreams." An Jianing habitually went to touch the cigarette case in his pocket, and then remembered that he had left the cigarette upstairs a long time ago.

In fact, An Ji knew, when he was a child, he went to rummage on the balcony and saw the photo frame covered by flannel, and it was almost broken. When I grew up, I realized that it should have been my father's dream when he was young......

But An Ji didn't say anything, only An Jianing continued, and I don't know who was telling his heart: "If this is not the case, our family's life would be much better than now." ”

"So your mother is also afraid that you won't be able to stand the blow, you are weak, if something happens, what should you do with your mother and me?"

The twilight of the heavenly street catches the nebula, and the wind blows the lotus rhyme. The father and daughter sat there silently, until the lake breeze of West Lake on the tip of their nose was completely replaced by twilight, and An Jianing finally couldn't help but open his mouth again.

"Girl, do you look good at the stars in the sky?" An Jianing's finger is the Chang Geng star that first climbs the moon sky when the twilight star greets.

I remember when I was a child, my father always pointed to this star to tell stories to him, even after so many years, An Ji can still recognize this star at a glance.

An Ji thought that his father was also persuading him to give up, but this Chang Geng star is hope and happiness, and this star is the future and dream......