But for you, lovesickness

The author has something to say: In fact, this article is not exactly divided into chapters from the previous article, because I didn’t write it yesterday, and I was eager to return to bubbling, so that’s it...

I have a feeling that the more I write, the more detailed it is, as if No.1 rewrote the text...!

I know what you want to see is the next chapter, the main characters are all finale, ha~

Before going to college, my brother and I only regarded our father as a serious injury and died of illness.

The mother didn't mention the specific reason, so it's not hard to guess that the father did it for his work and his anti-drug business.

My father died in the line of duty, and several elders called uncles and uncles whom I met in the police station came to the house several times after my father was buried.

I or my younger brother bumped into it twice.

They came to visit and sent a box of things along the way, but my mother refused to accept it.

The mother's refusal lasted for half a month. I heard from my younger brother that he came home one day and saw the familiar big cardboard box on the coffee table, the master bedroom door was closed, and his mother was not there.

He waited for me to come back, and the two of us turned over privately, and tears filled our eyes.

Inside the box are the old things from my father’s office, the scarves and gloves my mother knitted for him, the colored paper wishing stars I made a glass bottle of, the oil paint family portraits that my younger brother drew when he was a child, and the pens he is used to, and the big thick cowhide with frayed edges Ben... At the bottom of the box is a black wallet. Open it, and there is a family photo in the most conspicuous place.

My father hugged me with one arm and my mother with the other, and my mother held my younger brother in her arms. The whole family looked at the camera with bright eyes.

Things are different...

The truth that is printed on the lips, it is only through the painful experience that we cannot bear the consequences that we can understand the profound connotation.

After that, no one of my father’s colleagues came to my house, and because my mother refused, there was no sign related to my father’s police status.

He surrendered his gun and police ID.The mother was determined not to accept the honor or the pension in exchange for the father's life.He even locked his past medals and certificates in a box and put them on the shelf.

Father, he has lived in memories since then, silently on old photos, and vividly in my dreams.

After that, my mother, my brother and I gradually went back to work or school as usual, we hid our longing and pain from each other, and savored the passage of time lightly in the busyness and complexity or in the leisurely daze.

Just like many times before, waiting for those who have gone away to return home and reunite.

Maybe my mother, younger brother, and I all believed in our hearts that my father just went to a faraway place and couldn't come home because of his work...

Such lies are piled up layer upon layer in my heart, and the embankment is strengthened, lest my heart will flood... It's okay on weekdays, after all, I spend less time with my father, but I can't escape the sigh of missing my family during the festive season.

During my three years in high school, my mother changed the most, she had profuse hair, and she forced a smile but couldn't hide her sadness.

Once when I was cleaning the house, I helped my mother change the sheets and quilt covers, and found a single photo of my father under her pillow.

Wearing a straight police uniform, he is tall and straight, with a smile in his eyes.

I've seen that photo before, and it was on the nightstand in my mother's bedroom, neatly stored in a gold frame.

Now, the photo frame has been removed, the plastic edge has been sealed, and the position has been moved from the bedside table that can be touched to the mother's side...

With the edge banding, it is impossible to prevent the corners from rolling up, and the curling is out of shape...

Imagine my mother holding this old photo every night and missing my father sadly, tears overflowing uncontrollably.

The plastic sheet was slapped twice, I wiped the photo with my sleeve carelessly, put it back under the pillow, slipped to the kitchen, wiped my face, and continued to remove and wash the quilt cover.

……

I swallowed this matter and didn't say anything to Zheng Fan.

This is the journey that the mother insists on alone, and others, even the children, can't help much.

From my mother's tolerance, forbearance and infinite persistence, I saw the shining love.

I am grateful for my father in my heart, and at the same time feel sorry for my mother... She and her father have been married for 20 years.

My heart attack was so painful and depressing, I secretly made a decision: inherit my father's behest and stay with my mother for the rest of my life.

I didn't tell anyone what was in my heart until the end of the college entrance examination, when I got my grades, and when I filled out my application form...

At the end of the month, my mother was busy with work. Especially after my father passed away, in addition to controlling my siblings, my mother put more energy into her work.

I went to an Internet cafe to apply for a volunteer. It happened to be a weekend, and my brother Zheng Fan was also with me.

I made up my mind and directly chose the police academy in this city during the application period. The first major was anti-narcotics, and the second was criminal investigation.

Zheng Fan sat next to me and watched me operate the mouse without saying a word, but put his hand on my shoulder when I chose to save.

That's what encouragement means.

I was so sore and sore in front of my eyes that I didn't dare to look back at him. I waited silently until the application period passed. Looking at the rankings of the same volunteer, my heart sank, and I pulled him up and left.

On that day, my mother deliberately applied not to work overtime, and went home on time. The first sentence she entered the door asked me to fill in the report.

I said it straight.

During the financial boom in those years, my mother suggested that I choose a related major.I expected that my mother would object, but I underestimated her resistance to the relevant words...In a rage, my mother moved her hand to me for the first time, raised the bag she hadn't put down and threw it on my head.

My right temple was throbbing from the metal pendant on the zipper of the bag, and my heart was throbbing. I knelt down on the ground, looked directly at my mother, and stubbornly resisted silently.

She was so angry that the corners of her lips turned white, and she didn't say anything, even without changing her coat, she went straight into the bedroom and locked the door behind her.

Our mother and daughter are alienated from the Cold War, this is the first time...

Before the start of school, my mother secretly checked my luggage preparations, put the necessities I had neglected on the desk to remind me, but she still didn’t speak to me, and even rarely responded to my brother.

School started in a blink of an eye, I got up early, and cooked a meal for my mother and brother with a half-baked craft that I had practiced for a few days-rolling noodles.

I thought my mother didn't want to see me, so I put two bowls of noodles on the table, and when my younger brother went to call for my mother, I went out with my suitcase.

While I was waiting on the platform, my brother ran out.

He accompanied me to wait for the car, during which he only said a few words.

A quote from my mother: Mom forbids you to make your own decisions.

Another sentence is, Mom cried.

I looked in the direction of the car, and the wind forced back my tears.

My younger brother watched me get into the car. After the car started, the new phone in my coat pocket vibrated twice.

I took it out to read, it was sent by my brother, it was a very long paragraph.

I leaned out of the car window and looked back, but I couldn't see him or the stop sign, and I could still imagine his stubbornness standing in the wind and holding his mobile phone.

I read carefully what he didn't express, and turned it over and over several times.

From his comforting and caring words, I saw that he has grown into a stable boy.

Before getting off the car, I replied with a few short words, asking him to take good care of his mother and himself, and finish his studies steadily.

This counts as leaving home.

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I am silent and introverted, very wooden.When I was in middle school, I didn't have a few more words with my classmates and even the nearer deskmates.

Entering university, is it really the reason for the closeness under the same roof?My relationship with several roommates suddenly changed.

……

The first impression must be deep.

I took the key from the dormitory auntie and went upstairs. As soon as I stood in front of the door, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

A short-haired girl grinned at me. Her hair was shorter than mine, and her bangs matched her eyebrows.She invited me in, reported my family name, my name, birthday and horoscope, etc. In the end, she only asked me if I belonged to the third class.

Criminal investigation class three.

It is clearly written in the admission notice that the Public Security University majors in criminal investigation.

Mom intervened.

I know, I nodded resignedly.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Zhong Xin went to pack her things embarrassingly.

I feel depressed and uncomfortable, thinking of my mother's rejection of my father's old friend back then, and now, for myself, I have to bite the bullet and ask others for help. As for myself, I can only blame myself and be powerless.

At that time, I didn't know how to understand my mother's painstaking efforts, and I refused to admit that I was paranoid.

I sat down beside the nearby bed in a daze, and at some point, another person came in.

The girl was dressed extremely coolly, with short sleeves, shorts, sandals, and a large casual jacket.

She chatted with Zhong Xin for a while, sat next to me, put my shoulder on my shoulder familiarly, and asked me: "What's wrong? Are you homesick?"

I shook my head at her, bowed my head and stayed there.

"Let me guess what your name is..."

She guessed twice and guessed my name.

I just nodded, and she sat with me until the dormitory was full.

The excitement of what you said and what I said was low, so I let go of my thoughts and joined the "Acquaintance Meeting".

The eldest sister proposed to sort the intimate names by age.It was unanimously agreed that the initiator was originally the boss, and the others knew it later and could not change it, so they acquiesced.

I didn't know until I spoke one by one that the person sitting next to me was half a month older than me. Her name was Yun Yi, and the younger ones called her Third Sister.

On the other side of me, there was a girl standing leaning on the ladder, Xiao Wu Du Qing. She finished sorting the results, called her sister sweetly, and finally pestered the eldest sister for snacks.

Zhong Xin, who was the youngest but steady, booed beside him, and the others laughed along with him.

The next day, the eldest sister Lin Shan fulfilled the wish of the two younger sisters by placing a pile of dried fruit snacks on each of our desks.

……

From big to young, we have very different personalities, but it seems that there is something pulling us. From stepping into a door, we get close to each other and share the same spirit.

The bed allocation is also very interesting, because Zhong Xin and I arrived first on the day of the report and grabbed the adjacent lower berth.

Later, the third sister didn't tidy up her things and just sat with me.The eldest sister and the second sister arrived next to each other, and there was only one lower berth. Lin Shan boasted that it was her first month's birthday, so she stopped Cheng Xin and took the initiative to go to the upper berth... the last girl, Wu, snatched the upper berth inside.

After the sisters got married, the roommates chatted about the family, the alma mater, and what they had seen during the summer vacation.

After eating the first "reunion dinner" together, we came back shoulder to shoulder, and the second sister reminded us to pack our things quickly.

My third sister and I withdrew from the topic and looked at each other. Only then did I remember the most important thing at the moment, and stood up awkwardly to look back at her, "Sorry third sister, for delaying you."

"They're all sisters now, why are you being polite?" Yun Yi was sitting next to me, crossing his legs alternately, when he saw me bend over to untie my shoelaces and pull me up, he pretended to be angry, "What are you doing?"

"I'll go up." I pointed to the upper bunk.

"Little girl, you're plotting something wrong." Yun Yi deliberately teased me, raised his chin and motioned behind me, "Did you see, it's all because of my sister."

I turned around to see that Lin Shan was making a bed on the upper bunk, and Zhong Xin grabbed Du Qing's plush rabbit and laid it on the side of the upper bunk to make her laugh.

Yun Yi let go of my hand, took out the sheet and quilt cover from the opened suitcase and stuffed it for me, pointing to the upper bunk, "Xiao Yangyang, it's time for you to honor your sister, and behave well."

I shook my head, dumbfounded by her, took off my shoes and climbed up, spread out the bedding issued by the school, spread the sheets and quilt covers, and went down to ask someone to go up.

Based on the principle of reciprocity, Yun Yi insisted on making the bed for me, and then went to put the clothes into the closet.

On the first night in the new environment, because I missed most of the day, I was very busy.

I tidied up my things and leaned against the desk to take a breath. The second sister put down her "Dream of Red Mansions" and urged me to wash up.

When I came out, the third sister was playing with her gadgets in front of the desk. I looked closer and saw that she was playing with a purple wind chime decorated with shells and pearls.

She heard the sound and turned to me for help.

It was the thin threads that were entangled together. I told her truthfully, you go to wash up first, this will take time.

She patted me on the shoulder solemnly, got up and took the toiletries into the bathroom.

I sat on her seat to find the crux of the tangled thread, and Zhong Xin came over to help.

After that, Yun Yi came out of the wash in his pajamas and rushed to lift it up to see that there were still a few knotted buttons on the top of the wind chime, and the shell and pearl returned to their original freedom, barely finding some radiant appearance.

Lin Shan urged us to go to bed earlier at the right time.

Yun Yi carefully placed the wind chime on my desk, and pulled me and Zhong Xin to the bed and sat down.

"Good night, little ones." She stepped up a step and winked at both of us.

Saying goodnight to each other, I turn off the lights nearby, lie in a brand new environment that will accommodate me for a long time, look around in the dark, and close my eyes lightly.

Because I feel the warmth and being needed, the first night in the new environment is relaxed and down-to-earth.

·

I never thought that a dull person with a heavy heart would open his heart to someone who is "not relatives or relatives".

But I did, with a heart to heart, because those new roommates were nicer to me.

As close as sisters.

I don't think I can find a better word.

Perhaps the calmness of mind is directly proportional to the age. The three sisters above are more stable than the other.

The kind that makes people yearn to depend on.

And the two little sisters below, one is delicate, the other is mischievous, childish in nature.

Every individual works hard to integrate into this small family, and gives their sincerity without reservation, and then gains double warmth from it.

Together, the sisters encouraged the retreating Xiaowu at the beginning of the military training, took care of the third sister who had a stomachache, and me who had a stomachache...

The word "home" was drawn bit by bit.

People in the family support each other.

At the same age, girls get along more delicately than siblings.I am greedy for such warmth, and try my best to love it, love my sisters and sisters.