C16 (1/2)

Looking at the old willow tree in front of me, that familiar fishing rod and the sound of studying, I wanted to enter, but my body was trembling.

Still, I walked in. I walked slowly, the feelings in my memory, though less than half a year away, were a distant intimacy that I wanted to imprint on my mind for the rest of my life.

As I was reminiscing, I was immersed in my thoughts when I accidentally bumped into someone. I came back to my senses and hurriedly apologized, ”Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, you didn't … Aunt Wang? ”You're Aunt Wang!”

Aunt Wang is the peasant woman at the village entrance, and her brother Wang is still my classmate. Aunt Wang looked at me and doubtfully asked, ”This little kid, you know me?”

She doesn't recognize me! I suddenly remembered that Grandpa Sun had erased their memories.

They did not recognize me, familiar people, strange feelings, this kind of intimacy, in this contradictory environment, seems a little lonely.

Unknowingly, I walked to the front of my house. Looking at my father who had yet to go to work, as well as my mother who was cooking breakfast, my nose soured and I almost couldn't hold back my tears.

”What's the matter with you? Where are your parents? ”

Just as I was about to open my mouth, I pause and call out for my aunt … Holding back the tears in my eyes, I sniffled, ”Auntie, I, I lost it …”

Perhaps the misery of my tears in my eyes moved my mother, who sighed, as if I were pitiful, and let me in.

”Have you eaten?”

Without waiting for me to shake my head, Mother brought me a bowl of rice porridge and let me drink it. Originally, it was her and Father's breakfast. Due to my arrival, Mother only drank some broth. Father looked at it lovingly before giving half of it to Mother from his bowl. Looking at their warm scene, my tears fell into the porridge. My heart felt very warm, just that there was a hint of desolation within the warmth.

After breakfast, Father goes to work while Mother washes clothes. I walk over, ”Mother … Auntie, let me do it. ”

The mother shook her head with a smile. ”You're so sensible at such a young age. It seems that your parents love you a lot.”

I nodded and felt like crying again.

When mother saw that I wanted to cry, she thought that I missed my parents. She hurriedly said, ”Have you eaten your fill? If you haven't eaten your fill, tell me. I'll cook for you again.”

I wiped my eyes and said with a grin, ”I'm full. Thank you Auntie.”

”Hey,” Mom stroked my head. ”I don't know why, but I feel very close to you when I see you.”

How can you not be friendly? I am your son!

I resisted the urge to tell her everything and relaxed my breath. ”Me too, how about today, you be my mother, just for this day!” I'll leave tomorrow! ”

Seeing my pleading face, my mother smiled and patted my head, ”Good, good, good. Today, you are my son...”

”Mother!” A mother cries out the words in my heart. My grievances and hopes, I couldn't hold it in any longer and threw myself into her embrace, wailing loudly.

Mother patted my back and kept saying some comforting words. After an unknown period of time, I stopped crying. Seeing that it was almost noon, I released my mother and said, ”Mother, I'll go cook. Father will be back soon!”

Mother had a look of astonishment on her face, but I didn't say anything more. I hastily ran to the kitchen and started busying myself.

When Dad came back, maybe Mom had already told him. I called him Dad, and he happily agreed. I cooked a table full of dishes that they all liked. Father and Mother sat on a chair and looked at the table. The doubt in their eyes was even more obvious.

Hurry up and eat! Mother, your body is weak. Eat more. Come, Father.

The meal didn't go well. On the contrary, the atmosphere was a little unusual. Father and Mother sometimes frowned and sometimes had a doubtful expression on their faces. It made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, after dinner, I said that I wanted to go for a walk, and my parents nodded in agreement.

”Say, why do I feel that the taste of this dish is very familiar …” Behind him, his mother whispered to his father.

”Me too. Whose child is he?”

I hurried away, and the longer I stayed with them, the more I wanted to tell them that I was their child, but I couldn't.

I went to Grandpa Sun's house. There was still that bench in the courtyard, and I thought I saw Grandpa Sun lying there in the sun again. He beckoned me over to tell me a story.

I touched the bench, my heart uncomfortable, Grandpa Sun, ah, if not for you, I would be living an ordinary life?

Walking to the small forest at the back of the village, the faint sounds of playing could be heard from the inside. It is Little Fatty and the rest's voice.