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"You child, why did you fall asleep on the table..."

Sui Suinian's words contained concern, and there were also some complaints caused by concern. The middle-aged woman who was speaking was beautiful, but that layer of beauty was like a dusty glass mirror, hidden in life. It is difficult to be excavated in the hard work.

Ji Mo blinked, looked at her, at his mother, tears suddenly fell from his eyes, as if he was stimulated by something, a completely uncontrollable reaction.

"Mother……"

He has called many people "mother" and "mother", but only this woman is "mother".

It's a completely different feeling, maybe it was similar before, but it's really completely different, that kind of feeling makes people shed tears in their sleep.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? It's all right, I'm not late, today is Sunday, I don't go to school... What's the matter, what happened? Had a nightmare? What happened?"

After continuous questioning, the warm but somewhat rough palm was about to rub Ji Mo's face. After feeling the touch and the smell of oily smoke and vegetables mixed in the palm, He smiled suddenly, "It's nothing, Mom, I just had a dream, dreaming that I couldn't find my home..."

"You child!"

This made the woman believe her. She placed her hand on his head, touched it, and said, "You're so old, and you still love your family so much, what can you do when you go to school?"

"Yeah, I don't even want to go."

Ji Mo was attached to his mother's embrace from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't want to leave. He murmured that he really didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to be at home.

"That's not okay, how can you not go, you have to go to school, you will have a good job later, so you won't be like your parents..."

The following words are the expectations of all parents for their children, hoping that their children will become dragons, nothing more.

What I can't get, I hope my child can get it, and hope that his future will be better and smoother, and he doesn't have to work as hard as himself.

Ji Mo never felt that his parents were not good enough. They had done their best and gave him the best. Maybe all of this was not rich enough or enviable enough, but it already satisfied him. They were his Desperately trying to get back home is also what it’s all about.

Very tired, very tired, his soul seemed extremely tired. What he had experienced might not have left traces on his body, but his soul was still different.

"What's the matter, is it really just a nightmare?"

The woman keenly noticed that her son's behavior was wrong, and she raised her heart again, and looked at Ji Mo nervously. There was nothing in the bedroom that shouldn't be there, so, what happened?

I began to think back in my mind, whether or not what happened yesterday, but after much deliberation, it was as usual.

So, is it really a nightmare?

"Yeah, it was a very long nightmare, and I felt very tired after waking up..."

Ji Mo grabbed the woman's arm, like pulling a life-saving cable, afraid that if he let go, he would never see her again. If he could, he would like to keep watching, but this embrace made him just want to close his eyes and enjoy it. It seems that the warmth that can never be obtained again.

The belonging of the soul and the meaning of home are all different.

Ji Mo didn't know when he fell asleep. This time, he was sleeping on the bed. When he woke up, as if in a dream, he walked out of the room without his shoes on, and saw his father watching TV in the living room. Looking up, he didn't feel anything wrong, and soon turned his attention to the TV again.

The mother who poked her head out of the kitchen saw him and greeted him to eat, but soon realized that something was wrong with his sleepwalking expression, so she quickly turned off the fire and dragged him into the house, "Put on your shoes, put on your shoes , you child, how can you walk out without wearing shoes? Are your feet cold? "

"It's not cold, it's okay."

Ji Mo shook his head, looked at the woman again, looked at her face, seemed to be able to distinguish something from it, and then softly called "Mom" as if whispering, and leaned his head against her very fondly, rubbing against her face. Come on the palm of your hand.

"How old are you, and you're still acting like a baby!"

The woman smiled and blamed, she didn't really dislike it, but she didn't pay much attention to it, and soon went to the kitchen to get busy.

The aroma of the food swept over, Ji Mo sniffed the familiar smell of home in the air, and had the urge to cry again, he was definitely not such a crybaby before, but inexplicably, when he returned home, he always couldn't bear it. Resist the urge to cry.

The meal was no different from usual, but everything had a new meaning in Ji Mo's heart.

The next day was Sunday, and there was no need to go to school. Ji Mo stayed at home all day and had no intention of going out. He often did this, and the woman didn't find it strange. She also told him not to study all the time. He was too tired and moved around. , relax and relax the eyes.

"Okay, got it."

Ji Mo responded easily, the open door was facing the living room, he was sitting at the desk in the bedroom, he could see the scene of the living room when he turned his head, the small room was not far apart, the woman was watching TV , but turned the sound very low, fearing that it would affect his study.

It's not a very depressive kind, she will laugh along with the plot on the TV, and eat melon seeds on the coffee table, her movements and demeanor are all relaxed.

In my own home, this is the way to be unrestrained.

Ji Mo would laugh just looking at it. After calming down all night, the sense of surprise at returning faded away, only to find that everything was no different.

The mother who was infinitely beautified in memory is obviously not a goddess-type role, but this more real feeling obviously makes him feel at ease.

This is what it feels like to be a wanderer at home.

Inexplicably, there is also some novelty. Some of the knowledge I am learning seems to have been forgotten a lot, but I read it again, and I can still remember it. No, it’s not that I remembered it, but my memory has indeed improved.

After confirming that he would not cross again suddenly, Ji Mo went to school normally on Monday. As a student, he still had to go to school when he was supposed to. He also thanked himself for his good habit of clearly writing the class number in the textbook.

But after entering the classroom, it was still a joke. After Ji Mo entered with a familiar student who greeted him, he naturally followed him and sat next to him. When the other party's real deskmate came, Ji Mo suddenly realized My seat is not here.

"Sorry, I'm sitting in the wrong seat."

No one laughed at Ji Mo, but they felt a little strange. This kind of mistake is a little unbelievable no matter how you think about it.

Returning to his seat before class, Ji Mo's deskmate gave him a strange look.

Teacher, it looks like a new feeling.

After class, the teacher naturally put away the lesson plans and left the classroom. Ji Mo subconsciously followed him a step away. He just woke up and took back his steps. He didn't need to actively get closer to the teacher. He hoped that he could gain by his attitude. Good impression, learned more skills.

Those skills...

Ji Mo frowned slightly, he took a paper cutter and walked on a page of paper, and soon, a hollowed out paper sculpture silhouette appeared in front of him, vivid, as if it would tear out of the paper in the next moment.

"Wow, you did this, you are so amazing, how did you do it? This page is not broken."

The deskmate was amazed, as if he had discovered a new world, he pulled Ji Mo's notebook, turned over the thin page, and looked at the next page. There was no backing board, but the tip of the knife had no A little trace fell on this piece of paper.

Everything is just right, strength, direction, turning... When the opponent uses the knife, it seems to be using his own fingers, without any hesitation and pause, so smooth and free.

"What else can you do? When did you learn this? It's amazing!"

This kind of handwork that might be classified as a small skill was extremely incredible in the eyes of the tablemate. He looked at Ji Mo as if he didn't know Ji Mo, "Why didn't you say that you know how to do this?"

It is not a skill suitable for showing off, but this skill itself is full of the beauty given by the time lock, no one can say that it is not beautiful, even if it looks a little old.

"It will be before."

Ji Mo said this, he didn't know how to deal with the enthusiasm of his deskmate, he had already forgotten the name of his deskmate, this kind of dazed presence, like a background board, was obviously not vivid enough to make him remember countless springs, autumns, colds and heats.

The tablemate was amazed for a while, but he didn't express any more enthusiasm for learning. Obviously, there are certain things that can only be seen.

Ji Mo didn't care, he wasn't a person who was willing to share anything, relatively introverted, he was just an ordinary person in his daily life, he wouldn't get special attention, nor would he be particularly loved or hated.

Life seems to be on the right track because of this. Ji Mo is trying to adjust his pace and mentality, hoping to re-enter his study and life, but he soon finds that he and his classmates are out of tune.

His mentality is old.

Even though the appearance is still the same as before time travel, his heart may never return to that young and ignorant state, just like the skills he has learned will never return to the state he has never learned.

Do you get good grades in the exam, go to a good university, graduate, go to an ordinary job, and live an ordinary life?

The handicrafts cannot support himself, not because he is not good enough, but because he does not have enough fame and cannot earn a price that can earn back his time.

Is this my life?

In the middle of the night, Ji Mo pushed open the window, and outside the window of the bedroom was the thick shade of trees. The branches that once provided shade in summer looked like a dense blockade in the night.

Real life didn't bring him much satisfaction. Except for the satisfaction of his nostalgia for his family, all the real problems seemed to make him feel that he was out of place.

Is he really back?