Story

They are a family of three.

After dinner, the wife and husband do their own things. My wife likes to talk on the phone, even if it is an overseas phone call, it is often endless because of the reluctance of her best friend. My husband likes playing video games, and it is said that he has set up a decent game team to sit together regularly to study strategies.

That year, my son was nine years old and in the third grade of primary school. He can't fully understand what mom and dad are busy with every day. He tried to win attention by coquetry, but in return, his mother responded loudly: Go and do your homework. Do you want to be trained in class tomorrow? ! Let's go

When he went to see his father, he saw his father smoking in the study with a sad face. The computer screen opposite him has already been shrouded in smoke. With this game, it is really a fairyland. And dad, as if he were a fairy, is practicing with great concentration.

Finally, he didn't open his mouth and shout "Dad". He closed the door gently and passed his mother's bedroom, only to hear her still on the phone. He shook his head and went back to his room.

(2)

They are not a family of three.

My son is fourteen years old and is in Grade Two. He didn't have the key point to enter the constituency. He often secretly takes his parents' money and goes out to smoke and drink with his so-called brother.

After being drunk, my mind was full of scenes of being beaten when I was a child. Some were beaten because I didn't eat well, some were beaten because I cried and asked my father to play with me, and some were beaten because I didn't want to learn the piano ... Numerous beatings made him hate this family.

He can't figure out why other people's parents can talk to their children well, but his parents never know what they are busy with, and have no time to listen to him or accompany him. If they are not careful, they will be detonated.

Chengdu was very cold that winter. He was drunk in the street many times and almost froze to death.

What makes him even more chilling is that mom and dad divorced in that extremely cold winter. He didn't choose to live with either side, and he didn't want to live in their wandering eyes and concerns.

The family broke up. He simply packed a few clothes, as well as the microphone and a small speaker held by the champion of the primary school singing competition, and threw them all into the bag. I didn't bring the mobile phone that dad bought him.

The door was locked with a bang, and he didn't know where to make a living.

(3)

Three people.

In the years after he left, his mother was often awakened by nightmares. The images of beating and scolding children keep playing in my mind. She cried again and again, then searched every room frantically, shouting her son's name and praying for God to send him back soon.

She will also run to the railway station and bus station and stay for most of the day, holding her son's mobile phone in her hand and chanting his name in her mouth. On several occasions, she was thought to have been taken to the police station by traffickers, but she did not excuse herself. She just looked at the police in a daze with tears in her eyes. Where is the 40-year-old woman? The corners of the eyes have climbed up wrinkles, and the white hair on the temples is countless.

People who don't know why think she has gone through something.

Before the Spring Festival of the year when he left home, his father was hospitalized due to work-related injuries, and he was disabled in the third degree. Although it does not affect his daily life, he can no longer earn money by working. He leads a life of early retirement.

Their son didn't run far, just in Sichuan Province. He once said to his friend, "Mom and Dad will be old one day. They only have my only child. I can't ignore them. "

He went to the restaurant to wash dishes, he went to the hospital as a nurse, and he dated his girlfriend. Later, he cheated all the 20 thousand dollars he had worked so hard to save, left a note and left politely.

He looked at the note, and his hair was crying. He misses his parents madly, but he can't think of a reason to contact them. He wrote down his home address and telephone number on the wall of the rental house. The wall blackened by smoke stains is like a mural of a thousand years ago, full of stories.

Write every day, write every day, all over the bottom, write on the stool. It seems that every time he writes, his heart can relax.

(4)

A disaster.

On May 12, 2008, the chandelier on the roof faltered and crashed with a clash. He just got off the night shift that day, slept soundly and didn't notice anything wrong. A few seconds later, the chandelier fell to the ground. He suddenly sat up and thought, "Is it an earthquake?" He got up to get a microphone and a trumpet. This is his treasure, because in his impression, only that singing contest, his parents accompanied him. He will remember it all his life.

He doesn't know what brought him out of the rental house. Standing in front of the ruins, he was very scared. He misses his home and parents. He couldn't wait to fly back to Chengdu at once.

That day, mom and dad were watching the news and saw the Wenchuan earthquake. Their hearts ache inexplicably, as if their son were going through all this.

(5)

They are a family of three.

On the day of the earthquake, he didn't leave immediately, but chose to be a volunteer. He rescued many people from the ruins with his hands, many of whom were children from nearby schools. They were seriously injured and were still crying for their parents in a coma.

On the second day of the earthquake, his parents also volunteered to contact relevant organizations to come to Wenchuan. My mother had the experience of being a doctor and pulled many children back from death. Every time she goes to the operating table, she silently prays that her son has not encountered this disaster.

During that time, aftershocks occurred frequently, and everyone was exhausted and worried. Their meeting was unexpected. Early that morning, a large number of new relief supplies arrived and there were not enough people. Young and energetic, he volunteered to help in another area. The person in charge of registering items in another area is his father.

Maybe he will never forget that moment. The second time he and his father's eyes were so intensely intertwined, the first time was a singing contest twenty years ago.

They have been very busy and don't have too many greetings. Dad gave mom a message, and mom didn't have time to change her white coat. They don't bother him either, just pay more attention to him when he delivers a box of goods for registration and tell him to pay attention to safety.

And his tears have long been like a flood, and he can't restrain them when he turns around.