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Songcheng is not far from Beiyuan, and it takes about an hour by train.

Every time he came back here, Luo Wenjiao always felt an unspeakable gloom.

Walking out of the platform, it was raining sporadicly outside.A middle-aged woman with long curly hair waited early in the departure hall with two umbrellas printed with the advertisements of the pharmaceutical factory.

"Mom." Luo Wenjiao caught a glimpse of the woman, and walked over quickly holding the handle of the suitcase.

The woman's name is Yao Jun, she is tall and thin, with curly hair.Although Luo Wenjiao only told her that she was coming back one day in advance and told her not to pick her up at the train station, she took half a day off on purpose to go to work in the pharmaceutical factory in the morning, and rushed over without even having lunch.

"Little Tiger is back." Yao Jun smiled and her eyebrows crooked, and the two nasolabial folds became a little more serious, but it didn't affect her good looks at all.

Luo Wenjiao curled his lips, he was used to being cold outside, and almost forgot that he had such a nickname like Jiangzhi at home.

"Well, it's not that I don't want to use it." Luo Wenjiao said helplessly.

Yao Jun patted her son on the back unceremoniously, and said in her natural loud voice: "You won't come if you can't? Your mother asked for a vacation to pick you up. You don't appreciate it, you brat. Hurry up." Go home and eat, are you starving to death?"

Luo Wenjiao repeatedly said yes.

If there are very few people in this world who can control Luo Wenjiao, then Yao Jun is definitely the leader among them.Although Luo Wenjiao didn't see her very often, every time he came home, she would "greet" him so kindly, which made him feel both headache and helpless.

Luo Wenjiao didn't think about coming back.

After returning to school from the field after the game, he had a fever for two consecutive days, and now his throat is still itchy.

But when he thought that on New Year's Day this year, the school team training could not take time off, so he missed the anniversary of his father's death, Luo Wenjiao didn't wait for his health to recover, and quickly bought a train ticket back to Songcheng.

The day when mother and son get together is only once a year.

Back at home in the city, the furnishings didn't seem to have changed much.In a simple two-bedroom, one-living room, the furniture was neatly arranged, the black and white photos stood quietly on the table, and the photo frames were wiped clean.

Yao Jun kept catching Luo Wenjiao asking questions here and there, and at the same time took out two lunch boxes from the cloth pocket on the chair, heated them in the microwave for a while, and brought them to the table.

Surrounded by the familiar smell of food.

"I didn't care about cooking, I brought you a box lunch from the factory, let's make do with it." She handed over a pair of chopsticks, and started to eat by herself, "I'll go buy something in the afternoon, and I'll make it in the evening .”

Luo Wenjiao took the chopsticks and started eating silently without making a sound.

He has experienced this kind of lunch many times.He remembered that many years ago, his father was a firefighter stationed at the border and was not often at home. Yao Jun would always buy an extra lunch from the pharmaceutical factory and send it to his elementary school.

It wasn't until later that he went to Beiyuan to study high school and stayed at his second uncle's house, and the interaction with his mother became less.

"Huzi, eat more meat." Yao Jun picked out the few pork slices in the lunch box and put them in front of Luo Wenjiao, "How about your second uncle and the others, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Luo Wenjiao nodded and said succinctly, "It's okay."

"It's not a festival, why do you suddenly want to come back?" Yao Jun ate very fast, and the box lunch was exhausted in a short time. "Are you tired at school? Is there enough money?"

"Enough." Luo Wenjiao took two mouthfuls of rice, paused, and said, "I didn't come back during the Chinese New Year, and this time just happened to be free...Mom, I want to visit Dad."

Yao Jun's chopsticks suddenly stopped for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

"Okay, let's go." Yao Jun forced a wry smile on his face, and replied softly, "Go tomorrow, I won't go with you, the factory is too busy recently, so I can't ask for leave."

Luo Wenjiao stared at Yao Jun silently for a while, but did not speak.

She was obviously hiding some emotions, Luo Wenjiao could see it.The slender and slender hand holding the chopsticks was no longer as smooth and tender as he remembered, but was covered with calluses and many small wounds, which would be hard to detect if one didn't look carefully.

It was scratched by the carton of medicine packaging, Luo Wenjiao lowered his eyes, feeling a little sad.

Early the next morning, Luo Wenjiao got on the bus to the suburbs.

Although Yao Jun couldn't explain it, she woke up early on purpose and prepared a small bag of mooncakes that she made for Luo Wenjiao to take with her.

The early morning cemetery was very desolate. Luo Wenjiao entered through the gate, walked up a small hillside, and came to the area where his father's tombstone was located.

No. 17 in the third row, he remembers it clearly.

The flowers he placed in front of the cemetery a year ago had long been taken away. He squatted down, tidied up the weeds beside the tombstone, and took out a wet towel to wipe clean the black and white photos inlaid on the stone tablet.

The man in the photo was wearing a uniform, with a heroic and tough face.Luo Wenjiao's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Yao Jun's, but his outline and temperament are inherited from his father, with sharp edges and corners, calm and calm.

There was almost no difference between that face and Luo Wenjiao's memory, it hadn't changed at all.

He thought that if there was no snow disaster on New Year's Day five years ago, his father would be older now.

According to the uncle on duty at the gate of the cemetery, few people have come here recently.

Luo Wenjiao put down the flowers he had bought, and placed the mooncakes that Yao Jun asked him to bring neatly in front of the tombstone. He stood there for a while, and then left quickly.

He really didn't like the deserted atmosphere here.

While standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus, the phone in my pocket started vibrating again.I took it out and saw that it was indeed the extremely boring message sent by Xie Cheng in the group chat called "Brothers Alliance Outside the Popular Idol Circle".

A selfie with the school cafeteria in the background came into view, Xie Cheng and Jing Qing were sitting side by side, in front of them was the new dish for check-in today, looking carefully, there was sometimes a small silhouette in the corner of the photo, rushing towards Xie Cheng rolled his eyes.

The corners of Luo Wenjiao's mouth curled up inadvertently.

But soon, that smile was like the wind passing through the hall in summer, and it disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace of it.

He's always been good at keeping things quiet.

Looking at the news that kept popping up in the group, he clicked on the dialog box, chose a sweaty emoticon that came with the system, and sent it.

There was an immediate response to the private chat on WeChat, but Shi Que's message was sent within a few seconds.

"Is it better?" With the addition of an emoji of a puppy poking his head, it is somewhat similar to Shi.

Luo Wenjiao's expression softened a lot, and he typed back: "Yes."

There was no reply from there, Luo Wenjiao waited for a while, suddenly felt that his reply seemed too simple, and he had nothing to say anymore.But he couldn't think of anything to talk about for a while, so he could only open and close the dialog box, and read it several times.

When the bus pulled into the station, he turned off his phone and got on the bus helplessly.

After that, Luo Wenjiao stayed at home for another weekend.It is rare for Yao Jun to rest at home for two days. Apart from nagging, she is busy in the kitchen every day.

Sometimes Luo Wenjiao would go out and wander around the city for a while when she got annoyed by what she said.

On Sunday afternoon, while Luo Wenjiao was packing his luggage, he absent-mindedly listened to Yao Jun's words about eating well when going out.Yao Jun has been at home by herself for a long time, and when she encounters someone who is talking, she will inevitably be a little bit verbose.Luo Wenjiao didn't dare to be annoyed, he just listened silently and kept it in his heart.

"Son." Yao Jun had just stuffed two packs of nuts into Luo Wenjiao's suitcase, and then changed the subject, "I will be a senior at the beginning of school. After graduation, what are your plans?"

Luo Wenjiao buried his head in folding his clothes, "I don't know yet, if you can't get a job, find a job."

Yao Jun nodded, thinking about something in her mind, "You usually play basketball, you must be careful, don't get hurt again. I watched the video of your game two months ago, and you played very well. If you want to keep fighting, you can fight, and you don't have to worry about money, your father still has a lot of pension, and I have saved some..."

Luo Wenjiao smiled wryly.

Over the years, Yao Jun has been saving money on food and expenses, and will call him a lot of living expenses every month.But Luo Wenjiao knew that the wages she earned in the pharmaceutical factory were not much at all.

"Mom, when I graduate, you should quit this job, it's too tiring." Luo Wenjiao was silent for a while, lowering his eyes.

"That's not okay. If you resign, you won't have a pension. Thanks to the panic." Yao Jun waved her hand, and couldn't help but start nagging again, "Don't worry about me, you should settle down quickly and find another girlfriend , give birth to a big fat boy, I don't worry about it, or I always worry that you are outside alone, alone, and no one to talk about what's on your mind."

A fleeting gloomyness flashed across Luo Wenjiao's eyes, and then he snorted softly and said calmly, "I'm not alone."

Yao Jun had a look of disbelief, and chattered endlessly: "Who knows why you have always been a boring person? Logically speaking, based on our looks, there must be groups of little girls rushing to come. When I told the people around me, they all thought that you were too cold and difficult to get along with, so they shouldn’t introduce your daughter to you. You usually talk to your friends more often, and smile more. You talk about things like this Does it make sense?"

Luo Wenjiao really wanted to say no, but he said helplessly, "Okay, I know."

He never said anything more, whether it was about himself or about Shi Que.He always felt that there should be no more troubles in Yao Jun's already difficult life.

On Monday morning, Luo Wenjiao boarded the train back to Beiyuan alone.

Pedestrians come and go at the station, and the whole world seems to be boundless.The summer wind rises and falls from time to time, blowing Luo Wenjiao's young heartstrings.

going back.

Go to the place where he is.