Zhang Saiwen's soul was scattered in an instant, and after a second, he realized that it should not be enough. I don't know why, but my gut feeling is that it doesn't go anyway. But all the pores on his body had been fully opened, and a drop of cold sweat oozed from each pore.

When the river wind blew, he shivered several times in a row. One step at a time, one thought, three steps and one turn. The younger sister was dressed in dark clothes and sat on the stairs at the bottom of the embankment. The whole person was hidden in the darkness and looked directly at the river, his eyes were empty and unfocused.

The whirlwind of anger rolled in his chest reached his fingertips, and he waved limply into the air. He rubbed his hands repeatedly, rubbing her shoulders back and forth, and his tone was more distressed than reproachful:

Let's go home.

She stood up obediently, and threw herself into his arms. His face was neither sad nor happy, and his mouth opened and closed slightly.

My heart was suddenly in turmoil, and I vaguely remembered that my home was still in this compound on the bank of the river. One day after school, he rushed home, screaming at his mother.

Dad was a rare sight of busy in the kitchen with his apron on, and turned his head when he heard his cry.

In the rare impression left by a young boy. It was rare for Dad that day to be neither cynical nor furious. Instead, he turned his head and told him to put away his schoolbag and wash his hands, and he dropped his schoolbag and was stunned for a second.

Dad is busy in the kitchen, so is Mom unwell?

Mom wasn't in the bedroom.

Could it be that Mom is teaching Dad how to cook? Since this is the case, why is my mother so relieved to put her usual apron around my father and leave it alone? Do people have three urgencies, and their mother is in the toilet?

He screamed as his mom banged on the bathroom door. The door opened, and Dad's angry voice finally floated from the kitchen: I just repaired the door, and you kid has to snap every time. Looking for a fight?

Mom wasn't in the bathroom.

Something is wrong today. By the way, could it be that my mother is visiting downstairs? He rushed to his sister's house with a gust of wind. Their family of three is sharing a melon and eating it with relish.

The hair on my sister's forehead was sticky with sweat stains, and when she saw him rushing into the door, she hurriedly handed over a melon that she had eaten twice. He took it and took a bite of it. Uncle Shan asked, "Severn, are you looking for something?"

He took a mouthful of melon and said eagerly that I was looking for my mother, and Aunt Shan turned her head to hear his vague answer clearly. Say no, your mom wasn't in the office early today. Did we all come back and she rushed back again?

He grabbed a melon and rushed to the office, and the only thing that answered him was the Iron General who held the door.

The boy finished eating the melon and walked home, rubbing his hands naturally on his clothes and pants while falling into deep thought.

Where's Mom? The friends relayed a number of thriller stories, saying that there was a terrifying cook with a fierce face who chopped human flesh into stuffed buns and sold them to everyone to eat!

His mind shook suddenly, and when he went out, he felt that his mother's shoes were just on his father's feet!

I was so anxious that I went up the stairs and fell violently, and I didn't care about the pain, and I rushed into the house. In a trembling tone that could be heard clearly upstairs and downstairs, he shouted Mommy.

Dad was finally enraged by him, and flew towards him with a slipper. In a panic, he looked carefully, it was not the red slippers his mother was wearing. It's Dad's own shoes, and the gray men's home slippers are right.

Dad was so angry that he saw that the slippers didn't hit him, so he came over and put on the shoes. He knew that his father would only be violent this time, and there was no strong reason to violence against him a second time. So he raised his head and asked eagerly:

Dad, where's my mom?

Dad put on his shoes and said in a casual tone that you listen to the lectures, complete your homework conscientiously, and unite your classmates to respect your teacher. When you get home, pack yourself, such as putting your school bag away. Wash your hands, help with the chores you can, or something.

We don't have only mothers in this family, it's good if someone is at home. When you turn a blind eye to your Lao Tzu at home, you know that your mother is howling. I'm not your dad or what? You're a dog thing.

Wash your hands and wash the juice from the corners of your mouth! Then get ready to eat!

He forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and completed the instructions with quality and quantity. Sit down at the dinner table and pick up the bowl, and ask again: Dad, where is my mother?

Dad put down the dishes and chopsticks, sighed and said that Mom and Dad had a quarrel today. It's not counting, it's a little bit of a dispute. Then Mom went back to Grandma's house, let's eat, son, and try your father's handiwork.

Whether Dad's craftsmanship is lacklustre or sauce and vinegar is indistinguishable, the impression is very vague. He scrambled to carry the suitcase, and wrapped his arm around her to make his way up.

She doesn't go.

His tone was helpless and angry, and he roared at her in a low voice: Why did you run away from home without making a sound? Death row prisoners are also given a full meal! You're just so silent and playing what disappears! Ha?

Running away from home is not home yet! Alone here stunned! Do you think you have a unique style? As the sun sets, the long skirt flutters and guards the riverside alone. Yo, it's picturesque! Do you really think you're the painting?

In the crook of her arm, she twisted her head and asked in a low voice: You went to my house?

I'll go...... I didn't go...... What's your home, my family...... All the company's products have been loaded into the cabinet and shipped to sea, how happy I am, I am holding a bottle of champagne like a fool and thinking about celebrating with you...... Wow, no...... I didn't go.

So how did you know I was here?

I didn't eat well at lunch. I want to have dinner with my stomach saved! I didn't expect the person who made dinner to run away, you can believe it! I've been hungry for you all day. I was having a snack on the embankment just now...... I always feel that the more I say, the more wrong I become, and the more I say it, the more wrong it is.

Sure enough, her anger value that disappeared instantly exploded. Forcibly breaking away from the crook of his arm, he twisted in the other direction. He also raised his head in anger and pouted.

Auntie, you give me a good word! What the hell is it doing?

The river breeze was blowing, and the skirt seemed to be hunting. He stood beside her, unable to wait for her answer. Under the pretext of bending down, he placed his huge head on her shoulder.

Her chin rested flat on her thin shoulders. Coquettish said Tingting, you are silent and sad, it is you who are sad, my stupid girl. How did my brother offend you, you have to draw a list of one, two, three, four.

Women, why bother yourself. let others be happy and happy, and torture their hearts like soup. Silly or not? Tell me, are you stupid or not? Ah...... Bigfoot stomped into the hem of her skirt.

I could feel her waist being pulled violently. He hurriedly fumbled, and whispered while soothing with his hands, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my feet are raised too high. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but my big feet really don't look very suitable for being coquettish.

Brother, she Shi Shiran opened her mouth. There is no expression on the face, and there is no change in the orientation of the body. This sound of brother is actually a little cold.

You say you say.

If I were her, would there be light in my eyes?

What?

I know you hear you.