June is our farewell song

When Yang Hao returned home, it was a mess.

Because the door was pushed open, two people in the house looked over at the same time. When the man diverted his attention, the woman took the opportunity to slap him in the face, and then successfully snatched a box into her hands.The man howled in pain and rushed over. The woman dwarfed, slipped past, and then rushed straight to the door. Yang Hao subconsciously avoided it and watched his mother leave the house with a palm-sized wooden box in her arms. In the snowy world, only a lonely figure is left.

The man angrily hammered the wooden table at hand. The old table was in disrepair and a small hole was opened. The sharp wooden thorns penetrated into the man's rough palm like a needle, causing him to grin, blow his beard and stare in pain. , after pulling out the thorns in his palm, he raised his hand and wanted to slap the boy standing at the door, but after thinking about it, the slap failed in the end.

"Why did you just let her go like that?" the man asked him, but Yang Hao didn't answer with a look of disgust.

"You kid... Oh, forget it." The man waved to Yang Hao. The boy took off his coat and put it on the shoe rack. Then he closed the door and stood on the side, looking straight at him, "Go, go to the kitchen. Let’s see if there’s anything to eat. She’s really a crazy woman for doing this on New Year’s Eve…”

Yang Hao walked into the kitchen and saw two apples and three steamed buns placed on the stove, as well as a plate of green vegetables and a bowl of poached eggs. There were four or five of them, drizzled with soy sauce and glowing brown.When I opened the refrigerator, there was nothing inside, just a plate of cold tofu. It looked unprocessed, had no color, and was pure white.

"Hey, what are you dawdling about?" A man's restrained but impatient voice came from outside, "Hurry up and take it out, anything will do. In this Chinese New Year, the family needs something, right?"

"Well... coming right away." Yang Hao's eyes flickered over the plates of "vegetables" one by one, then he put the poached eggs and apples in the refrigerator, took the steamed buns and vegetables and walked out.

"This, this, what are these? Is this all?" The man had a look of disgust on his face, looking at the vegetables and steamed buns, "Oh... I knew it was all her intention. Forget it, go out and buy some. , no, let’s go out to eat. With this damn weather, I don’t know if she will come back.”

"I won't eat. You can go alone." Yang Hao thought about what happened on the bus when he came back. He shook his head, took an apple, walked into the room alone, and locked the door. He lay down on the wooden bed covered with light blue sheets, folded his hands under the back of his head as a pillow, and looked up at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling with its lampshade half-cracked.

After waiting for a long time, there was no one knocking on the door, and it was getting dark outside.He sat up from the bed. His stomach began to hurt because of hunger. He picked up the apple and took a few bites.

"Bah, bah... cough cough."

It's so sour, not the kind that's uncooked, but the acid that overflows from the inside out after it's ripe. The flesh is soft, the skin is bitter, and none of the delicious essence of the apple is left, leaving only the most annoying thing. part.

Just like my own life, I didn't see any of the beauty of youth that others said, only the bitterness and plainness of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. I always heard people say that life can't have ups and downs, but what's the point of living without ups and downs.It is better to gain everything and then lose everything than to rot and stink in the shadows all your life.

During the Chinese New Year, I only had one apple to eat.If the man hadn't come back, my mother would have prepared more things, right?Thinking of this, Yang Hao couldn't help but feel a little angry.

There was the vague sound of the TV outside, and the sound of bottles and tables clashing. Yang Hao lay on the bed and vaguely smelled the smell of braised duck wings and duck neck, and the aroma of seaweed and peanuts.His saliva was secreting vigorously and his stomach growled unsatisfactorily. The boy lay on the bed and covered his head with a quilt. The smell of hay seeds and cotton covered other smells, and his pounding heart gradually calmed down. down.

I don’t know how long it took, but I could only hear the continuous sound of firecrackers and fireworks outside gradually dying down. The sky was as dark as dried ink, and the sound of the TV outside the door no longer muffled through the wall. Come here, but the smell of braised food is still there, still so fragrant that it makes people drool.Yang Hao lifted the quilt, touched the door lightly, carefully turned the door handle, and secretly peeked out through the crack in the door.

The table in the living room was littered with some fast food boxes and beer bottles. There were two braised duck wings left in a portion, half a box of peanuts, and a pistol leg with only half left in it.It was past twelve o'clock, and a page had been torn off the calendar next to the table. January 24th was his mother's birthday, and it was also Yang Hao's own birthday.

I looked around the house, but the man still didn't come back.

She took that small wooden box and rushed out of the door. Where did she go?

Looking out from the balcony, almost every house was lit with warm yellow lights. On this snowy night, everyone seemed to be enjoying a warm reunion. Yang Hao reached into his pocket and touched a square hard object. , is the chocolate that my mother stuffed for me before going out this morning. It is said that my colleagues in the office brought it back from abroad. It has an elephant pattern on it, which looks far away from my own world.

Yang Hao made up his mind to reluctantly give this to his mother when she came back.Every year, boys only struggle with the issue of choosing gifts for their mothers. Yang Hao rarely does things for other people to spend money on. Even if he does things like sharing snacks, even if he does, it is just for coping. However, in fact, most of them Most of the time he didn't even have a chance to cope.

But until he cleared away the garbage on the table, ate all the remaining food driven by hunger, and then sat on the bed staring at the moon slowly sinking outside the window.The chocolates in his pocket were still there, and the man still hadn't come back.

The young man sat on an empty bed in an empty room, wrapped in a quilt in the sub-zero air without heating, staring blankly at the windowpane with a few scratches after a night of torture.

It wasn't until the sun rose completely that his eyes slowly became radiant.

She probably won't come back today.

He reached into his pocket and took out the square piece of chocolate. Suddenly he found that the elephant pattern on it had deformed and seemed to be protruding. It turned out that a drop of water had fallen on it.He wiped it with his hands, but couldn't wipe it clean. It was like the ceiling was leaking. Water droplets fell on the chocolate wrapper one drop after another. Even if he kept wiping, it slowly accumulated and eventually soaked through. The black inside the golden wrapping paper emerged a little bit.

At this time, there was a soft knock on the door. The boy sniffed hard and listened, but he only heard intermittent snoring from the next room.

Did you hear it wrong?That's right, my mother always carries the key with her... But in a situation like yesterday, when she left so anxiously and suddenly, would she really still carry the key with her...

Another knock on the door interrupted his random thoughts. He wiped the water from his face with the back of his hand and walked quickly to open the door.

After opening the door, he saw the girl he met yesterday afternoon standing at the door. Yang Hao reflexively wanted to wave to her, but at the same time he felt that doing so was too proactive, so he endured it. He knew her name, Chi Yu, but only That's all.He subconsciously looked away, but the girl seemed to sense it and jumped half a step in the same direction. When their eyes met in mid-air, the boy felt his heartbeat slow down.

"Happy New Year! Congratulations on turning one year older~"

"New...New Year, Happy New Year." The boy stuttered back, "How did you know today is my birthday?"

"Eh? Is today your birthday? Happy birthday to you too." The girl outside the door smiled, "I just came to pay New Year greetings. I didn't know that today is also your birthday. Well... I didn't bring a gift. …”

"No, no need..." So that's it, it's just a New Year greeting.

"Hey, just don't blame me. Friends should tolerate each other, but I will remember it from now on."

"Ah, um..." Yang Hao felt a little grateful when he realized that she regarded him as a friend.

"See you next time then."

"Wait, wait a minute." The boy stuck his head out and asked the girl who was about to go down the stairs, "How do you know where I live?"

"Hmm..." The girl glanced left and right, grinned, and didn't answer.

In fact, there is much more to say.

Yang Hao wanted to know what kind of night she spent seeing her for the first time after yesterday.

However, judging from the smile on her face, she must be doing well.