"Zhao Mosheng, do you know how to be ashamed!" Yi Chen finally couldn't help but scold her, but his ears crept up to a reddish color.
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Smiling, eyes open, the finish line is empty.
A sudden dull pain hit her heart. The clearer the details, the more obvious the dull pain. Tears first fell one by one without warning, and then gradually she could not restrain herself. Mo Sheng sat on the ground and buried her head in tears.
From now on, there will be no Yi Chen at any destination.
The terminal station of the train is Y city.
After returning from C University last night, Mo Sheng fell asleep very early. I woke up at four o'clock the next morning and couldn't fall asleep. I stared at the ceiling for a while, got up and cleaned up and went to the train station.
This is the first time she has returned to Y City since she returned to China.
The train arrives at City Y at 11:00 noon. It is raining in City Y, which is much cooler than City A. The cold wind blows and makes people shiver for a while.
Standing on the steps of the train station, fingers tucked into the thin clothes, Mo Sheng raised her eyes to look at the city that raised her, her heart was dazed, but she felt like sadness and joy.
"Miss, come to travel, do you want to stay, the lowest price in the city."
"Do you want a tour guide, Miss, the National Day is cheap..."
When crossing the square, she met many people who were doing business. Perhaps the look on her face made her look less like a local and more like a strange tourist. Mo Sheng laughed bitterly at herself.
Fortunately, the location of the bus stop has not changed, and the bus route has not changed, so it was easy to find it.
It seems like someone said that to really understand a city, you just need to take the bus a few more times, because it will take you through all the vibrant parts of the city. Mo Sheng looked at the pedestrian, vehicle, street shop outside the car window. The drizzle was drizzling in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was just like her current mood.
"Qinghe New Village is here. Passengers arriving at the station, please prepare to get off."
Jumping out of the car, an old house appeared in front of you. After all, Qinghe New Village has a history of more than ten years, and Mo Sheng grew up ignorantly here. I never thought that one day, standing downstairs in a familiar place, my heart would be full of misery.
This time, I came back to find my mother. Mo Sheng and her have not been in contact for more than seven years, and I don't know that she still doesn't live here.
It was raining heavily outside, Mo Sheng rushed into the corridor wet and wet, knocked on the door, but no one came to open it.
Are you out? Or has it moved
I waited at the door for over an hour, but no one came back. The clothes on his body were wet and wet, and his toes were freezing cold.
Mo Sheng suddenly remembered that it seemed like this happened once when she was a child. She ran back from school in the rain and no one was at home. She waited at the door for more than two hours before her father came back with a briefcase.
I still remember how my father was very distressed at the time, he held her tightly in his arms, and said repeatedly, "Dad is not good, father is not good, Xiaosheng spanks father's ass!"
As long as the middle-aged daughter's father is with her, he is like an old urchin, leading her to play pranks everywhere. He doesn't have the slightest prestige of Mayor Zhao, but he is too busy and has limited time for his daughter. Many of Mo Sheng's classmates envied Mo Sheng's father being an official, but at that time little Mo Sheng wrote in his composition: My wish is that my father will leave work on time every day, and no uncle will come to my house to talk to my father every day.
But as long as there is time, the official father will spoil Mo Sheng, not like her mother at all... In my memory, my mother has always been deserted, and she seldom smiles towards her daughter...
"Xiao Sheng!"
The cry of surprise jolted Mo Sheng out of her memory. "Aunt Huang."
The middle-aged woman standing in front of her was a neighbor of Mo Sheng's family. Her husband was her father's former colleague of the city government, and he had close contact with his family.
"Xiao Sheng, when did you come back? Come in, come in quickly, let's see how you are drenched." Aunt Huang greeted her as she opened the door.
After wiping it with the towel, it finally felt a lot more comfortable, Mo Sheng said uneasy, "Aunt Huang, does my mother still live here?"
"It's still here, otherwise where can you go, you child, you haven't heard from it for so many years, leave your mother here alone."
It wasn't that she didn't want to give the news, Mo Sheng felt a little sad. Seven years ago, when she just learned of her father's death abroad, she called home immediately, but her mother said to her very calmly: "Don't call again in the future, and don't go back to China, your father ruined me. For half my life, I can finally live quietly now, and I don't want to see anything about him again."
Then hung up the phone, and then dialed the phone, but it was already an empty number. Later, from Uncle Li, her father's old classmate in the United States, she learned some secrets that she still can't believe...
Mo Sheng did not answer Aunt Huang's complaint: "Is your mother healthy?"
"I haven't heard anything bad about your body. It's not a coincidence that you came back. She just went out with the tour group organized by our community today, and it took five days to come back. You should stay at Aunt Huang's place first."
Are you traveling? Mo Sheng never thought of this answer. It seemed that she was really doing well, Mo Sheng lowered her eyes, smiled lightly, stood up and said, "Aunt Huang, I'm leaving."
"Don't wait for your mother to come back?" Aunt Huang said in surprise.