Love is in the palm of your hand.

Love in the palm of your hand is like a butterfly with big wings, beautiful and fragile. When you inadvertently, a miracle happened. Love is always lurking around us. When you look back inadvertently, you will find that. It may not be earth-shattering, but it is enough to move you. Mao! Feng slammed the door again. He can't remember how many times he ran away from home. He didn't hate his parents, but fled, escaped from reality, and fled the world. Feng walked helplessly in the street, blinking, as if there was a loud noise, and they were about to fall. The sky is deep in You Lan, and people are afraid. The long street seemed endless, and Feng walked to the end of the street by dim street lamps. There is a coldness, but in his eyes, there is tenderness and fragility. He stopped at the crossroads. On the right is a busy street, on the left is a dark path, and the front is unknown. Heaven is on the right, hell is on the left, and the front is confused. Which one will he choose? He is afraid of splendor and loneliness. He chose the cold wind blowing in front, and he felt a little cold. He recalled the scene half an hour ago: his father slapped him hard and his angry eyes were bloodshot. His father is like a lion, panting. Feng proudly raised his head, without crying or fear, but slammed the door with a smile. He didn't know why he was laughing, perhaps to hide his vulnerability. He is afraid to see his fragile appearance. A car came in the distance, and the lights were dazzling. He suddenly braked and Feng froze. Suddenly, he felt a force push him away and the car drove far away. Feng suddenly looked up, and his father got into a taxi with Feng. In the taxi, it was very quiet, as if the world could not bear it. He went home. Father said: Because you are my only son. Your mother died because of me, and I can't let you leave me. Feng's eyes are full of tears: but my mother can't die in vain, I want you to pay the price! Father was not angry, but said quietly, Son, if I die and you can be happy, I will die in front of you at once, but it's for you. As he spoke, his father took out a handkerchief with money wrapped in it, which was borrowed by his father for a long time to help Feng collect his tuition. Feng cried, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He hugged his father tightly. At that moment, the love in his palm bloomed and blended with the air.