There were two beds in the dark room, making the already small room even more crowded. The dim lights with uncertain brightness made the room look even more desolate.

A curtain separated the kitchen from the room. From time to time, a thick smell of oil smoke floated from the kitchen, making it difficult to breathe.

The quilts on the bed were neatly folded, and the washed clothes were placed next to them. Each piece was folded into a square shape. There were also a few uncovered books on the bedside, and you could vaguely see the notes on them.

, apparently the one who looked at it forgot to cover it.

There was a young woman sitting on the other bed, holding some needle and thread in her hand, as if she was sewing something.

The woman raised her head and looked at the swinging incandescent lamp, and couldn't help but frown. A trace of worry flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. The woman looked out the window and put the things in her hands away.

He put it down, as if waiting for something.

"Kaka!"

The electric fan in the house makes a harsh sound from time to time, but the wind does not feel cool at all when it blows on people. Instead, it makes people feel unusually irritated.

The woman wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the clock hanging on the wall every once in a while. She looked at it again and again. The minute hand turned little by little, making a "ticking" sound.

Seeing that the minute hand had turned a full circle, it was already ten o'clock before she knew it. The woman who was already agitated was even more worried now. She walked back and forth in the small room, thinking about something in her heart.

something.

After thinking about it, the woman got up and wanted to go out, but at this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the alley, and the woman's tightly knitted brows finally relaxed when she heard it.

"ah!"

A painful groan came from the corridor outside. The sound made the woman stand up again, put on the slippers on the floor and ran towards the door.

"What's wrong, Yang Fan?" Before anyone could open the door, the urgent and concerned voice had already reached the door.

"It's okay, Mom!"

The familiar voice came from outside the door again, with a slight tremor. Even though it was separated by a thick wall, it was still noticed by the slightly attentive mother.

The woman opened the door with a flashlight. In the dark alley, a boy squatted on the ground and hugged his knees tightly. Next to it was a pile of bricks. When he saw this, he knew that he must have accidentally bumped into them.

.This alley is so narrow to begin with, and there are all kinds of things piled next to it, such as boxes, bottles, and more importantly, a cart, which makes this already narrow alley.

It has become more crowded, and you may have to be careful even when walking during the day.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so careless?" When she saw her child being hit, the woman's first words were like this. Although she meant to blame, she was still more concerned because

Maybe every mother thinks that this is the only way to prevent their children from such harm in the future. Even so, the love and care is clearly evident.

The mother looked at the piles of objects in the shadows sadly, her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she sighed slightly, as if she had too much helplessness.

"Mom, okay, it's nothing serious. Let's go in!" The boy saw your mother's slightly angry expression through the faint light, and stood up strong despite the pain.

When the mother saw her son standing up, she hurriedly supported the boy, but still glanced at the iron door opposite with an angry look.

With the support of the woman, the boy limped into the room. The boy sat on his bed and placed a few books in his hands on the bedside.

"hiss..."

The mother wanted to roll up her son's trousers to see his wound, but it seemed to be much more serious than she imagined, and the pain was excruciating after just a slight touch.

"Mom, I'll do it myself!" the boy said with a trembling voice, as if he was enduring great pain.

He gently lifted up his trousers. When he was almost close to the place where he hit, his hands couldn't help but tremble. He slowly moved it up bit by bit. Unexpectedly, he already hit it a moment later.

It swelled up and turned purple; as I pulled it up a little bit, I saw even more frightening things. Blood actually came out of the wound, and a large piece of skin was broken. No wonder it hurt so much.

When the mother saw the wound, her eyes immediately became hazy, her heart hurt from the wound, and she couldn't hold back her tears, so they fell to the ground drop by drop.

"Oh, you are so old and you don't know how to take care of yourself in the future..." The mother sighed and shook her head. In the darkness, the boy did not notice that the mother's face covered with vicissitudes of life was drowned in tears.

Hearing Wuqin's sigh that contained sorrow, the boy felt sad. If he had been careful just now, none of this would have happened, and his mother would not be sad.

"Mom, I know, don't be angry, I will be careful next time!" The boy looked at his mother and promised her, but the pain in his knee was still so painful.

The woman took out a box from the table next to it, which contained some various medicine bottles. She looked at it and took out one of them, and then took out several cotton swabs from the cotton swab bag on the table.

.

"Bear it!"

The woman poured the liquid in the bottle onto the cotton swab and wiped the boy carefully, very gently, as if she was afraid of hurting the boy just because she exerted a little force.

As the woman wiped it little by little, the medicine seeped into his wound little by little, and the severe pain surged into his heart. But this time the boy did not make a sound, gritting his teeth tightly, his face

The expressions on his face were twisted together, and the veins on his neck popped out. His teeth made a clicking sound.

The woman looked at her son's wound that was still oozing with blood, and couldn't help but shed tears, one drop at a time on Yang Fan's feet.

A slight feeling of coolness surged into Yang Fan's heart. Looking at his mother, a trace of guilt flashed through Yang Fan's heart.

"Am I really right to do this? I'm afraid doing this will only make my family who love me more sad!"

He has walked this road for more than a day or two. Even with his eyes closed, he can probably walk through it safely. Although the things placed outside are messy, there is a path left in the middle.

With his experience these days, he was able to escape unscathed, but what happened today?

"Does it hurt?"

The lady's eyes were full of tears and she didn't dare to raise her head. She was afraid that her son would see her in such a fragile state.

"Mom, it won't hurt anymore, really! Don't worry."

The boy was very well-behaved. Although there was a sharp sting from the wound, he gritted his teeth tightly and did not make a sound in order to stop his mother from being sad. He was afraid that the woman would be sad again.

"Are you hungry? Mommy will make you whatever you want to eat!"

The woman put the medicine bottle and cotton swab in her hand, and couldn't bear to glance at the boy's knees. She felt that the tears in her eyes had already filled her eyes. She didn't want the boy to see it, so the woman turned her back to the boy.

Wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes with your hands.

"No, Mom, I'm not hungry. You've been tired for a long day, so you should sleep first!"

Looking at his mother's delicate back, he couldn't help but shed tears, but he stubbornly forced himself not to let the tears fall. Even if there was more pain and suffering, he would still face it strong.

right.

How could she, as a mother, sleep with the back of her son's knees like that? But now she could only do anything in a hurry. The only thing she could do was to prevent her son from seeing her like this.

The woman placed the boy's feet on the bed, and told the boy not to turn around, and not to blow the electric fan on his feet...

After talking a lot, he finally returned to his bed and lay down.

I picked up the book on the table, turned over a few pages, and then forgot about the place next to me, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I was thinking about.

The boy looked at the book next to him and then at his painful knee with a wry smile. Then he pulled the switch and the room suddenly became dark.

I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I was lying on the bed. I didn't know what I was thinking about. My mind went blank, and then one scene after another flashed through my mind.

A girl's figure appeared in his mind, and time seemed to stop at this moment. This figure filled his brain. Every glance and smile were deeply engraved in his heart, as if the girl was by his side at this moment.

Likewise, Yang Fan stretched out his hand to hug him.

It's a pity that all this is a fantasy. How can that figure exist? It's just the air that it hugs.

For some reason, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and fell on the quilt a little bit along his cheeks. As the tears fell, he slowly immersed himself in the memories of the past.
Chapter completed!