Follow suit

The first time was with Dad Wen. He was three years old. After that, Dad Wen went to the city and never lived in the village again. The second time was after grandma’s funeral, when he was six years old. Grandpa and grandson, old and young, came here Thank you village head for your help.

Wen Chaoan still remembered that Xiao Xiao himself carried a big basket with heavy fruits in it. Along the way, his hands were pricked several times by burrs.

And now, he's back here for the last time—he has no relatives to look after from the village.

How cruel his fate was, as if being pushed and kneaded by a ruthless hand, there was no room for breathing.

There were footsteps outside the door, and many people came, including the village head and party secretary, Wen's father and mother who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and some uncles and aunts whom I didn't know.

Father Wen has seen a lot more vicissitudes than last time, while Mother Wen looked at Wen Chaoan with red eyes.

There were a few people discussing in low voices, but Wen Chaoan couldn't hear a word. He was half-wrapped in Wen's mother's arms, sitting in a daze, and his tears had flowed away when he saw his grandpa sleeping peacefully.

He just stared blankly at the base of the mottled wall, feeling a subtle pity in his heart—maybe I am like it now, how desolate.

I don't know how long it took, but they finally finished talking.

Wen Chaoan was dragged by Wen's mother gently and obediently, and he vaguely foresaw the fact that he was going to follow his parents.

At this moment, obviously there was nothing to be particularly sad about, but his tears seemed to be replenished suddenly, inexplicably and unstoppably streaming down, silently flowing all over his face.

……

A month later, Wen Chaoan completed all the formalities.

There was a small car parked in front of his house, and two suitcases of luggage were collected—he was about to leave the place where he had lived for more than ten years.

Before leaving, he bid farewell to his grandparents and went by himself. Mama Wen watched him from a distance by the side of the road on the ridge of the field, with a nervous expression, as if she was afraid that he would jump off the high slope next to him if he couldn't figure it out.

Wen Chaoan was amused by his own thoughts, he smiled bitterly, and quickly stopped, kowtowing a few times to his grandparents in a proper manner.

It was midsummer, and the wind in the countryside was mixed with warmth, and when it brushed against the cheeks, it was very light, with a touch of softness.

Wen Chaoan took one last look wordlessly, then turned and got into the car.

Mother Wen talked about his school in the car.

He started high school in September, so if there is no problem, he should be in the same school as Zhou Rong.

Mother Wen said: "An'an, you may feel a little uncomfortable when you just come here. If you have something to tell your parents in time, you can also ask Rongrong about some trivial matters in life. He knows all about it. The two of you arrange it yourself during the summer vacation. , Just talk to mom and dad, make more friends, and you won’t be so strange when you go to school. When you meet new classmates, talk to mom about school things, mom likes to hear it..."

Wen Chaoan complied obediently.

Mama Wen sighed secretly.

After getting along this month, Wen Chaoan is obviously different from the last time we met.

He used to be introverted, he was obedient and sensible, he didn't talk back or talk too much, and occasionally he made small movements out of timidity, which made people have a strong desire to protect, and wanted to ask him "Is there anything I need help with?" kind of.

But now it has become a little "different".

It wasn't obvious at first, but after a long time, I could hear some indifference.He agrees with everything he hears, has no objection to all the arrangements, behaves like a soulless robot, not far or near, but there is always such a layer of alienation there, giving people a sense of powerlessness that cannot be touched , but I couldn't find anything wrong with him, and when I thought about his experience all the way from childhood to adulthood, I couldn't help but sigh for him.

Mother Wen hated him so much, so she felt sorry for him even more. All these distresses turned into a rambling, talking all the way.

When she came to the urban area, she seemed to think of something suddenly, and said cautiously: "An'an, our family has changed to a new one. You and Rongrong live in a big room. The two of you usually have the biggest room, with a small sliding door in the middle. , if you don’t want to see him, lock it up and divide it into two rooms, and when you get back, mom will take you to see it.”

Wen's mother is a very good person. She hasn't really gotten along with Wen Chaoan many times, but she has been sincere to him for so many years. All the disgust and rejection that Wen Chaoan thought about are not there. She is a very gentle woman with a good body. The smell is the "mother's smell" in Wen Chaoan's imagination.

Wen Chaoan didn't know how mothers treated their children, but among the many people he met, there were very few who could compare to Mother Wen.

Wen Chaoan can understand the care in her words, but he still remembers what they said a year ago when they said they had a new house and would take them in.

Now that we have a new house, there are too many missing things.

Wen Chaoan would not blame them for anything, but he would feel sad.

Wen Chaoan's new home is very good. It is exactly twice the size of the one he lived in last time. It is more than 200 square meters. This level is above average in a big city like his, and it is higher than what he thought at the beginning of "sufficiency in food and clothing". A lot of taste.

Mama Wen showed him around and led him to his room. It was very big inside. The two rooms were connected, and there was a sliding door in the middle. It could be folded up and attached to the wall when not in use, so it didn’t take up space. The floor was slippery. The track is lovingly covered by a blue carpet.

There is a row of cabinets in front of the carpet, with TV sets on them, and a bed, a table, and a wardrobe in each room on both sides... In short, everything is available.

Standing inside, Wen Chaoan looked at the furnishings, suddenly feeling unspeakably depressed.

He was not around his parents since he was a child, and he didn't have any resentment towards them.

When he was young, he tried to comfort himself, probably because his family was not rich and it was difficult to raise two children, so he stayed in his hometown all the time, but now it seems that this is obviously not the case.

He subconsciously looked at the base of the wall of his new home. The wallpaper was light blue, which looked clean, fresh and warm, which was enough to prove his parents' intentions.

From this point of view, it seems that he doesn't even have the right to blame anyone. Everyone treats him very well, but his heart is empty, as if he has been dug out.

Mama Wen touched his head and said with a smile: "You and Rongrong haven't seen each other for a long time. I originally asked him to come back, but he just sent a message saying that he has something to do. He may not be at home for a few days. Wait He's back, let's play together again."

Wen Chaoan was really looking forward to seeing Zhou Rong, and they had a voice chat at that time, how happy they were in the group, but no one has contacted them in the past month.

Maybe Zhou Rong doesn't want to see me anymore.

Wen Chaoan smiled, his eyes were dry, that's good, there is some space, everyone has time to relax.

Wen Chaoan nodded to Wen's mother and said, "Well, thank you, mother."

"Good boy," Mother Wen said with a smile, "put your things away and see if there is anything missing, and tell me later, we just bought it together when we went to the supermarket these days. You must be hungry on the way, you go first Sit down for a while, mom will go and make you something delicious."

Mother Wen patted the back of his head and left.

She closed the door gently, and after a while, she heard a suppressed, small whimpering sound from inside. ?