In summer like autumn

Wen Liping dug out many things, sorted them into categories and packed them one by one. Some were sent to Shanghai and some to the provincial capital.Ever since Wen Qiu was born, the mother and son have lived in this house. Over the years, they have been tidying up endlessly.Wen Qiu's bedroom was temporarily requisitioned, and there were so many odds and ends, there was nowhere to go.

This is not an easy job, but Wen Liping doesn't let Wen Qiu intervene.She squatted among a pile of sundries, sometimes she moved swiftly, and sometimes stared at an old object in a daze.The whole process progressed slowly, as if what she was packing was not her luggage but her 15 years.

Wen Qiu stood at the door, looking at his mother's hunched back, feeling a little uncomfortable.He wanted to chat with his mother, but he felt that he had nothing to say, so he simply went out to play with his old classmates in junior high school, leaving early and returning late, which was more regular than when he was in school.

This summer, Wen Liping and Li Cheng received their marriage certificates, and it was decided that Wen Qiu would go to Jiangbei City to attend high school.

For Wen Qiu's schooling, Li Cheng made a special trip to Jiangbei, asked an old classmate to help him, and sent Wen Qiu to Qiushi Middle School.It goes without saying that the rate of admission to higher education is high, and what is even more rare is the boarding system, which relieved Wen Liping's mother from the pressure of taking care of her grandson.

Li Cheng didn't mention how much money was spent or how much effort was spent.In the face of these sophistication of the world, he often looks confident, and seems to always have a way to solve the problem.Just after getting married, asking Wen Liping to send Wen Qiu away by beating around the bush was somewhat unreasonable both emotionally and rationally, so she had to use this method to somewhat compensate the mother and son.

The mountain of luggage at home was sent away little by little, like the sand in an hourglass. Every time it decreases, it means that the day of parting is getting closer.

The days passed by in such a muddle, and it was late August in a blink of an eye.After lunch, Wen Liping and her husband loaded the last things into the car, planning to set off early the next morning, sending Wen Qiu to Jiangbei first, and then driving to Shanghai.

Wen Liping and Li Cheng were sitting in the empty living room discussing the details of the wedding, Wen Qiu couldn't get in the way, and just read a book quietly by the side.

"You can figure it out..." Wen Liping handed the list to Li Cheng, and turned to look at Wen Qiu, "Xiao Qiu, your hair is so long, it's time to cut it. Or should I go?" Find a place to cut it after grandma's side?"

Wen Qiu snorted, casually put on a shirt that was on the armrest of the sofa, covered the vest on his body, sat on the small stool by the door and began to put on his shoes.

Wen Liping walked over, just about to reach out to fiddle with her son's hair, but Wen Qiu dodged it.It was only then that Wen Liping realized that she had neglected her son too much in the past two months.

Li Cheng took out his wallet, pulled out two pink banknotes, and asked Wen Liping to hand them to Wen Qiu.Wen Qiu didn't hold back, took the money, thanked him, and hurried out the door.

Next week is his 15th birthday, Wen Qiu wants his mother to at least spend his birthday with him before leaving.He had to be separated from his mother for three years in high school, and there were very few opportunities to get along with his parents after going to university and working. Wen Qiu always likes to think about things for a long time, so this year he especially looks forward to celebrating his birthday with his mother.

Wen Qiu is also looking forward to her mother's wedding.He heard that key high schools would often make up classes during the holidays, and they might not be able to go to Shanghai to attend the ceremony during the National Day, but he still hoped that his mother would speak up and let him at least help write an invitation or something.

Throughout the summer, Wen Qiu was full of anticipation.As a result, Wen Liping neither mentioned his birthday nor asked him to do anything for the wedding preparations.Until the day before departure, his mother just said to him: "Xiaoqiu, it's time to cut your hair."

Wen Qiu went out, feeling very disappointed at the same time.

He obviously has a complete family again, but Wen Qiu feels that his life has become incomplete instead.

Not wanted by anyone, like an abandoned child.

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