Double ten

Time flies, seven years later, G City.

At the press conference of "Picking Nightmare", Mu Feng, who is nearly 38 years old, felt very calm when he saw the crowd excitedly expressing their own questions and seeing those people frantically talking about letting him go.No matter how many words, no amount of attacks, how could they compare to the pain in his heart?

After his father left, nothing could change his mood anymore. His heart was like a pool of stagnant water, flowing quietly.

It has been more than seven years, after more than seven years of precipitation, who can understand the pain buried in the bones?He owes nothing to anyone, and owes nothing to anyone.

Leaving the noisy scene, he drove all the way back to the community to Room E1706 of Ye Apartment.Simple three-bedroom, one-living-room, one-kitchen and one-bathroom, with good lighting and dark colors designed by himself. In this part of the city, the current housing prices are not low. Fortunately, he bought it early and worked hard in the past few years. With his savings, he bought the only place to live in this city, 85 square meters, but he felt empty because he was the only one.

Walking into the bedroom, Mu Feng picked up the framed photo on the bedside table. It was a family portrait that he always took with him no matter where he went. In the photo, there were four smiling people, but now he was the only one left.

His slender fingers caressed the age-old yellowed photo, his beautiful big eyes were full of deep yearning, and he, who had already grown a head of broken hair, was more mature and stable, but more difficult to approach.

"Although he is very rich, his life is very unhappy." This sentence suddenly appeared in Mu Feng's mind, and at this moment, he understood it deeply.

When he saw the profile of Tuhao Weibo for the first time, he naively thought that there are so many good things in the world to follow, why would he be unhappy?Now he feels that the idea back then was wrong, and what the local tyrant said was right, very right.

The word happy contains too many things.Sometimes happiness is very simple. Some people are happy because they bought something they have been waiting for for a long time. Some people are happy when they meet someone they have missed for a long time. It has nothing to do with Mufeng.

Apart from money, now he really only has himself left. He is unhappy, has lost the most precious thing in life, lost the person he cares about the most in life, how can he be happy again?

People, what are they most afraid of losing?

Gently put down the photo frame, Mu Feng walked to the window and opened the black curtain. Outside the window, the lights and feasts were bustling, and it was the carnival time for people in the city after taking off their tiredness during the day.

"It's been almost eight years, it's time to go back." After a long silence, Mu Feng took out his phone and looked at the calendar: On October 10, he sent a text message and turned off the phone, turned around to pack his luggage, and drove away from City G overnight.

Just after he left for a while, a latest black Ferrari braked rapidly and stopped outside the community. The man who got out of the car went straight to his residence, but after ringing the doorbell N times and calling N times to no avail , sitting at the door, slumped, his well-fitting suit, and his stern and resolute face attracted frequent glances from the residents on the same floor, but he didn't know it. Looking at the photo of that person on the screen saver of his mobile phone, he whispered: "We'll wait for you." You come back." This, the man he carved into his bone marrow, no matter how long, he will wait for him.

With his mobile phone turned off, Mu Feng drove for six hours in a row. When the sun was shining brightly, he finally drove slowly into his hometown that he had returned to in countless dreams.Over the years, not only the people have changed, but also the scenery passing by outside the car has changed. There are more new houses, fewer green trees, more new faces, and fewer familiar faces.

Mu Feng parked the black Mercedes outside Mu's old house, opened the big rusty and yellowed lock on the old house door, walked through the living room full of dust and cobwebs, entered the kitchen, took a rusty sickle, sharpened it, and went out again Take out the prepared items from the back of the car and go straight up the back mountain.

Due to the tombs that have not been cleared for many years, weeds are overgrown, but they are full of vitality. The temperature in the south is warmer, and the weather in October is still green.

Mu Feng carefully cleaned up everything with a sharpened sickle, cutting off the surrounding weeds, leaving only two green bamboos planted specially on the top of the two tombs, originally two or three, but now two large clusters According to the local saying, the lusher the green bamboos on the tomb, the better, representing prosperity.

After arranging the fruit, pouring the wine, putting incense on it, and serving the steaming stewed meat, Mu Feng knelt in front of his parents' tomb and burned stacks of paper money, "I'm back, Mom and Dad." Thousands of words, entangled in the heart, seem to be like a world away, things are different.

Sitting there until the night fell, not seeing his fingers, Mu Feng reluctantly went down the mountain. He was about to go back to the old house to clean it, and he stopped not far from his own house.

Who knows who saw him first, and shouted excitedly: "Xiaofeng is back." The crowd in front of the car all looked at him.

Mu Feng walked over silently, ignoring these people, opened the door directly, entered, but was stopped by the villagers when he was about to close the door, "Xiaofeng, you are finally back, and you have not sold a letter in other places these few years. Come back, let everyone worry... You haven't eaten dinner yet, I happen to cook too much food at home, why don't you go to my house to eat?" Wang Dalang from the next room said with a smile.

"What good food does your house have? You haven't seen any meat in a week, just like you are so stingy." Liu Dahan, who was a few houses away, squeezed Wang Dalang and said him angrily, then turned his head and smiled Said to Mu Feng: "Xiaofeng, go to my house to eat, my mother-in-law cooked braised pork today, I remember you liked this dish very much when you were young."

"Go, go, get out of the way, my nephew likes to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, not braised pork, you all go away... nephew, go to my house to eat, today's ribs are enough." The first aunt, who has been with her for several generations, also said with a smile.

"Go to my place..."

"No, Xiaofeng has to go to my place..."

"How many generations have you been? Xiaofeng has to go to my house..."

"..."

Mu Feng looked at these unusually enthusiastic folks coldly, and was not honored by their invitation, "Thank you for your kindness, but I already have something to eat, please come back!" I don't want to waste time on these hypocritical people On the body, Mu Feng began to praise people.

"This... so, come to my house tomorrow if you have time. My dog ​​is left at home. You played with him when you were young." Great Buddha, please go to your home.

"Come to my house tomorrow. My house has planted a lot of peanuts this year. There are all dried and fried peanuts..."

"Come to my house, my house..."

"My house..."

"..."

There was another noise of scrambling for the first place, accompanied by the barking of a dog from an unknown family, which made Mu Feng's head ache. He didn't speak, but looked calmly and coldly at everyone, as if he had noticed his gaze, and everyone Only then did he stop talking, saying something like going to bed early, looking at the car parked at the door while walking, and reluctantly went back to his home.

Seeing all these people leave, Mu Feng, who was tired all day, felt even colder in his heart.The scenes from that year flashed before my eyes. At that time, they were not like this. They were not asked to do anything, even if it was just a nice word, not a single word.

Standing on the sidelines and swearing at each other, why are they so abnormal today?Heh, just because of a single word, Mu Feng sneered in his heart. Compared with the bustling city outside, this backward village is indeed not even a bird willing to stay.

After simple cleaning and washing, even though he was very hungry and his stomach ached, Mu Feng didn't have the strength to eat and fell asleep.

In the village tonight, except for Mu Feng who was able to sleep, the others must have never slept soundly.

It was ten o'clock in the morning the next day, and the door of Mu's house was still closed. The villagers checked it from time to time, anxious but continued to wait.

Mu Feng didn't know what was going on outside. He cleaned everything in the house indoors. Everything that needed to be swept and washed, nothing was left behind. Although he didn't live long, since he came back, he had to clean it again , You can feel at ease, and those who are not there can also feel at ease. After all, this is a home, and a home should look like a home.

At noon, the gate of Mu's house was closed, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, the gate of Mu's house was closed. After sunset, the gate of Mu's house was still closed. Some people couldn't sit still, and when one person knocked on the door, everyone else came too.