The floating world sinks slightly

Before returning to school in the afternoon, Mo's father handed Mo Chengshen two sealed round medicine bottles, one blue and one red.

"The red one, take it after breakfast every morning; the blue one, take it before going to bed every day. Both of them are taken with water, the amount for five days, you can eat it and understand."

Mo Cheng shook the two small bottles deeply, opened them and looked at them.They are all small white medicine bottles, the difference is that the red bottle is larger, with five whole pieces; the blue bottle is not so big, and each piece has been neatly cut in half, five half pieces.

So he knew it.But he still looked at his parents with a puzzled expression, this was not the answer he wanted, "What kind of medicine is this, can I read the instructions?"

"Son, this is a special drug from the hospital. There is no instruction manual or anything. The doctor told us about the precautions. And you, take the medicine on time according to the doctor's requirements. We will be fine soon. .” Mo’s father’s eyes were full of sincerity.

Mo Chengshen actually believed it at the time. He wondered if it was because he hadn't slept well for a long time and his brain lacked oxygen.

Then Dad Mo spoke again, "You live in the dormitory first this week, and your mother and I will go to the surrounding agencies to see if there is a better rental house, and we will move out and study when it is almost done."

"Okay, what are you doing as a day student?" Even though Mo Chengshen didn't like to pay attention to these things, he also knew that the rental houses around the school were not usually expensive.

"Okay, good boy, don't think too much." Mo's father patted his son's shoulder, "You see, you are almost in your third year of high school, and you will be going to college soon, and you spend more and more time with us two old people. Little. We, don’t we just hope that you can spend more time with us before you leave us. Besides, you don’t always complain about the bad food at school, how about your mother cook it for you now?”

Mo Chengshen thought again.That's right, it's just that, it's too much trouble for parents to go to work.

Mo's father laughed again, "It's okay son, your mother and I will take turns to accompany you, and there is no delay. Just get up a little earlier, but I'm sorry that you may have to use the microwave to heat up rice at noon, okay? ?”

Naturally, there is nothing wrong with this. What is there to be dissatisfied with being able to have your parents by your side all the time?

Mo Chengshen nodded in agreement.

Of course, it's not that he can't understand the purpose of his parents. They have lived together for so many years, and the two elders' thoughts are actually very easy to understand.

It's just that Mo Cheng is too lazy to think so much, it doesn't matter whether it's this way or that way, since they have arranged everything, they simply follow it, and they won't harm themselves anyway.

It was not until many years after Mo Chengshen graduated from high school that Mo’s parents and mom showed him the boxes of the two medicines. The one that was taken in the morning was called escitalopram oxalate; the one that was taken in the evening was called mirtazapine. flat.As for the function of the difference, he also checked Baidu specifically, and sure enough, it was as he expected.

But everything has passed, and Mo Chengshen, many years later, already has another support by his side.

When he took out these dust-buried objects locked in the old days to dry, he inadvertently remembered everything his parents had concealed from him back then, and for those good intentions, he also expressed his deep understanding and gratitude when he grew up .

At night, when Mo Cheng returned to his dormitory, he swallowed his medicine deeply, and had a rare good sleep.

Mo's father and Mo's mother were really fast. When they came to see him on Wednesday, they told him so that he could apply for the day pass as soon as possible.

Alright, Mo Chengshen replied.

So he first went to the Academic Affairs Office to get the form, and after filling in all the information, he asked the class teacher to sign, and then the dormitory manager to sign, this and that, and it was a long time.

But luckily everything is done.On Friday, Mo's father and Mo's mother came to pack his things.

After cleaning up this time, it is probably true that it is gone forever.

There is nothing to be sad about, Mo Chengshen told He Tanwen, Qin Jiaoyang and himself that he could still go back to see them from time to time.

Don't lie to yourself, I'm afraid he won't come back, he is very sober.

However, this dormitory has been staying here since he started freshman year of high school.For nearly two years, how much this small house has carried, his laughter, his sweat, his prayers, and his green years.

At that time, Song Duo hadn't left yet, and the dormitory was still lively; later, Song Duo left, but there was no shortage of warm moments here; now that he's gone too, what will happen to the rest of the people? Yes, continue to live like this.

Mo Chengshen walked out of the dormitory building with three steps and turned his head. The door downstairs was open, and he still looked like the greedy monster with his mouth wide open when he first came here.

The floor of the new home is not high. It is on the third floor. It is said that Mo’s parents and Mo’s mother specially picked it. The house is very simple, with no cabinets, TV routers or anything. All the furniture is about two broken beds and a bad table. Just a stove and a range hood.

Now that I haven’t graduated from high school, the house is not very easy to rent. Let’s just live in it. I’m sorry for you. Every weekend, my parents will take you home.

Home, he likes these two words.

With a father and a mother, no matter where you are, it is home.

Well, Mo Chengshen looked at the knife-like grooves on his father's face and the fine lines crawling out of the corners of his mother's eyes, stretched out his hands, hugged them tightly, and burst into tears.

He is so happy now, really.

I don't know when, the father who used to be tall in my memory has been bent like this, and the mother's plump body also looks emaciated.

Maybe they haven't changed, the person who has changed is himself.

He's grown taller, older, and more mature.

It's his birthday at the end of the year, and he was looking forward to this commemorative day so much, but at this moment when he held his parents in his arms, he suddenly became uncertain.

When that day really comes, does it really mean that he is really an adult?