supergiant age

Chapter 874 The little feet in memory

I don't know when it started, Wang Zhihao felt that Chinese New Year was getting more and more boring.

When I was young, Chinese New Year was the winter vacation. I had few things but I ate everything with great gusto. No matter how few program channels were tuned, it was the Spring Festival Gala.

Gradually growing up, the original winter vacation in January turned into a one-week long Spring Festival vacation, and then dragged my tired body during the New Year, scrambling for hard-to-buy bus tickets, and hurried back to another city to reunite with my parents and reunite.

During the dinner, he had to face the nagging of his family members, the care of the seventh aunt and the eighth aunt, and slowly, he began to feel that life became a bit burdensome.

The home that was originally a safe haven in life has also become a place that scares and escapes him.

The year is still that year, neither early nor late, as promised, you can't pass it, but it always comes.

Faced with the urging of his family to go home, he hesitated for a long time, and finally prevaricated by not being able to buy a ticket, so he was free and easy in his own den.

Except that watching the Spring Festival Gala alone was a bit deserted, everything was fine.

On the computer screen, today's Spring Festival Gala program is being broadcast live.

Wang Zhihao was a little bored watching it, and just about to turn off the live broadcast, he remembered a magnetic and warm singing voice.

"The old tree in front of the gate grows new buds, and the dead tree in the yard blooms again. A lot of words have been half-survived, hidden in a full head of white hair..."

On the screen, Yi Shuihan bowed his head and sang softly. The singing sound easily entered his ears and lingered in his mind. He stopped turning off the live broadcast and listened attentively.

The singing of the Spring Festival Gala is still going on, and there is only the singing that can almost penetrate the hearts of the people in the silent room.

"The little feet in my memory, the chubby little mouth, I gave him my love all my life, just for that parent.

Where has the time gone, I am old before I feel young, I have had children and raised daughters for a lifetime, and my mind is full of children crying and laughing..."

Wang Zhihao froze there for a moment, Yi Shuihan's singing was like a small boat, taking him across the long river of time, back to the time when he was a child.

How young and beautiful they were at that time, but they devoted all their love and time to themselves.

From babbling to toddler, from eyes full of warmth to face full of concern.

They love in every possible way, exhort them thousands of times, and work hard ten thousand times, so that they grow from a baby who has just fallen to the ground to an adult who can be independent...

Wang Zhihao suddenly remembered that on his father's birthday this year, he called him, but his father replied that he forgot and was still working.

At that time, he still laughed at his father's forgetfulness, but in retrospect, he remembered that his father remembered his birthday when he was at home.

Maybe many things are not so important to them after he left home.

It seems that everything is centered on him, and now that they can't even see themselves during the Chinese New Year, will they forget more things...

Thinking of this, he burst into tears. He silently turned off the computer, and turned his head to look at the dusty suitcase in the corner.

It was still the small dark room, Zhou Zhuo, whose eyes were gloomy and struggling, froze there the moment Yi Shuihan opened his mouth.

Listening to the stern young man on the screen singing "Where did the time go, I haven't had a good look at you yet, my eyes are blurred, I've spent half my life, and in a blink of an eye there are only wrinkles on my face", Zhou Zhuo broke down in tears.

It's been three years, and he hasn't gone back for three full years!

Before that happened, what annoyed him most was his parents' nagging and discipline; he felt that everything his parents did was wrong; he would rather drink all night with those cronies than say a word to his parents.

But only now did he realize that he was wrong, and he was wrong too badly...

One night just three years ago, Zhou Zhuo, at the instigation of three cronies, robbed two women in partnership and snatched a mobile phone and less than 100 yuan in cash.

After the incident, the other three were arrested by the public security organs one after another, while Zhou Zhuo has been on the run.

For more than three years, he dared not return home, and even kept his name incognito, cutting off contact with his family.

In order to survive and hide from the police, he can only find workplaces that do not require an ID card, and do the hardest, most tiring, and cheapest work, and he dare not stay too long in each place, for fear of being exposed accidentally. identity……

And it wasn't until this time that he, who had gone through a lot of trials and hardships, realized that there was no one in this world who loved him more than his parents...

Their nagging and discipline is their deepest expectation and love for you; what they do may be wrong, but everything is for you.

After three years away from home, he has experienced many vicissitudes, but he knows that his parents are getting old...

His father is disabled, and he relies on his mother to do part-time jobs for his livelihood. Not only has he been unable to take care of his parents for so many years, but he is also terrified of his own mistakes every day... He doesn't want to continue this kind of life!
Zhou Zhuo wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth, and finally made a decision.

In front of the TV, countless viewers stared blankly at Yi Shuihan who played and sang on the TV.

Every lyric that popped out of his mouth can easily hit their soft hearts, move them, and make them sentimental.

The gentle melody slowly flowed into the hearts of the audience, and the plain but touching lyrics coupled with Yi Shuihan's sincere performance easily resonated with the audience, and the deep call for family love instantly penetrated into the heart and lungs.

But as the host said before, when they are busy, they tend to miss a lot of things and inadvertently ignore a lot of emotions.

Busy with study, busy with work...at parties, in meetings...we always have endless reasons to perfuse our parents' love for us.

But what did our "busyness" get us?

Most of them are still ordinary workers.

How much time can we take up if we ask for a vacation and go home once?

It's just for those vanity's reputation and desire for money, abandoning our parents' expectations for us to go home again and again.

There are tears in the eyes of countless young people. They feel guilty for not being able to accompany their parents often.

Their parents worked so hard to raise them, but now they grow up with little companionship.

Flying all over the world, only the deepening wrinkles and white hair remain in the depths of memory...

Countless people called the elderly at home before the song was finished.

"Dad, Mom... We will take Niuniu back to see you tomorrow, no, we will drive back now, you wait for us..."

"Dad, Mom, I miss you, I'm sorry..."

……

Those middle-aged people who rushed home to stay with their parents stood up and hugged their gradually thinning shoulders with their broad shoulders.

Those teenagers and girls who have not escaped from their parents' wings also threw themselves into their parents' arms with tears in their eyes.

At this time, the phrase "Mom and Dad, I love you" doesn't seem so difficult to say.

Among the warmth of thousands of families, only Yi Shuihan's singing echoed.

The little feet in my memory, the chubby little mouth, I gave my love to him all my life, just for the parents...

(End of this chapter)