Listening to the familiar ending song, Asamiko was already in tears.

"It's so boring." Hu Tao curled her lips and expressed disdain for He Chen, but turned her head and hurriedly rubbed her red eyes.

The only two people in the family who did not shed tears were Ling Yan and He Chen.

"It's very good." Ling Yan commented with a smile, "The song is also very nice."

He Chen smiled. This song was sung by three starring Noh Lan, Li Youyou and Hu Tao. Yeh Lan's singing skills are worse, in order to achieve the best effect.

He Chen found a cigarette and a lighter from under the coffee table, and then walked to the balcony.

He Chen suddenly had the urge to smoke. He never smoked, nor could he smoked, but in order to entertain guests, his family also prepared cigarettes.

Looking at the quiet community, He Chen lit a cigarette. He smelled it gently, and it seemed quite nice. He took a sip and the choking smell rushed into his lungs. He Chen coughed hard.

I heard that this cigarette is quite expensive, but He Chen couldn't feel it at all.

After coughing a few times, he coughed up a few tears, but He Chen felt much more comfortable. He gently lifted the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers. He Chen smiled and suddenly felt someone hugging him.

Without looking back, the familiar fragrance was already telling He Chen about his master's identity.

"What's wrong?" Yi Jingge's voice floated over, and she hugged He Chen with all her strength.

"It's okay." He Chen said with a smile, then twisted the cigarette butt that had just taken a sip on the window ridge and threw it out of the window.

Yi Jingge rubbed He Chen's broad back hard, slightly expressing his dissatisfaction with He Chen's nothing to him, but he didn't ask more questions.

"If you want to cry, just cry." Yi Jingge suddenly said.

"Tsk, I was moved by my works and cried. I felt that I was crying with embarrassing look. I was unhappy. Do you want to see how I cried? There is no way." He Chen said jokingly.

Yi Jingge was angry and opened her mouth to bite He Chen's back. However, it was difficult to put the mouth in that place. After knocking it a few times, she couldn't bite it. So she stood on tiptoe and bit He Chen's shoulder. It was very light, and she said it was "biting", but it was "kiss". A "clang" suddenly came from the living room.

She said in a muffled voice: "You fool others in your works, don't suppress your feelings, face yourself calmly, cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, why are you talking about right and wrong?"

"I was laughing, didn't you see it?" He Chen said with a loud laugh.

Cry. He had already cried a long time ago.

Now he just wants to laugh.

...

Cao Jun looked at the ending of "We Still Don't Know the Name of the Flower That Day", and listened to the ending song that he had heard countless times, his eyes were dull and his mouth was smoking.

The animation has been over for a long time, but he still stays on the animation page. Before the playback and the song stops, he drags the progress bar and retreats to the beginning of the ending song, repeating this way.

Listen over and over again, let the strong smell of smoke fill your chest, and after smoking one, take another one, and the ash and cigarette butts that had already sprinkled on the ground.

There was no sign of his expression of enjoyment at all. He was just repeating the action of smoking mechanically.

It was not until he could no longer take out a cigarette from the cigarette box that he seemed to come back to his senses. When he saw the time, he had just repeated an action like this. He listened to the song and sat without any sense of it for several hours.

The message prompt of the DM number in the lower right corner of the screen flashed anxiously. Cao Jun glanced at it and said that it was a friend in the game who asked him to play the game, but he couldn't wait for Cao Jun to recover. It seemed that he was already violent.

Didn’t you tell them your phone number?

Cao Jun thought to himself, picked up the phone on the table and looked at it, and complained in his heart: It was automatically turned off again, and this system is just unreliable.

But, fortunately, it was turned off.

Cao Jun thought about this and impatiently turned off the DM number directly.

Then he dragged the progress bar to the starting point. He lay on the bed beside him, crossed his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes, and listened to the op, listened to the voice, listened to the ed, and "listened" the whole story.

Those scenes that were deeply immersed in my mind emerged with the familiar sounds.

When the world returned to tranquility, before we knew it, a line of clear tears had already left the corner of Cao Jun's eyes, and tears were like a flood that broke the dam, flowing more and more.

My body began to tremble, and my silent crying slowly turned into a cry mixed with sadness and regret.

If only I could understand it earlier...If only I could see this story earlier...

A seven-foot man, crying like a child on this summer night.

The computer host was still buzzing. Cao Jun was tired of crying, and fell asleep like a child. In his dream, he seemed to have returned to 8 years ago, when his mother was still there and they were still a complete family...

Before he knew it, Cao Jun showed a long-lost happy smile.

The next day, Cao Jun got up early in the morning and cleaned the room he almost never cleaned inside and out.

Piles of garbage were cleaned out, which allowed him to find things he had treasured a long time ago. They were all worthless toys, but they carried his memories. There were also a long-distanced and dirty photo frame, which contained photos of his parents taking him on a trip when he passed the class in elementary school.

Cao Jun's nose felt a little sour. He wiped the photo frame carefully and brightly, then placed it on his computer desk. Looking at the photo, the corner of his mouth suddenly showed a smile exactly like him in the photo.

The new room made him feel as if he had returned to the past in a trance.

He felt extremely unfamiliar with himself over the years. He couldn't understand why he was so confused over the years.

Looking back over the years, his trajectory has become similar to Mrs. Ren, and he has gradually changed from a "child from other people's home" to a typical negative textbook for a neighbor and a school teacher.

He can only play games, hang up with friends, complain about the darkness of this society, and then continue to live in this "darkness".

My childhood playmates have already parted ways and have never contacted each other again;

My childhood dreams have long been thrown away in the garbage bins;

He has long forgotten his parents' teachings and expectations.

My father had already gone out to work, so he cleaned the house inside and out. In his father's room, there was a photo frame on the bedside table, and the photo inside was his.

Cao Jun hesitated for a moment, lifted the photo frame again and stood on the bedside table.

While washing his face, Cao Jun looked at the young man in the mirror with messy hair and a rude face, both familiar and unfamiliar.

If you didn't see that story?

Cao Jun thought so.

My mother died of cancer, which was a huge blow to him who was just in elementary school. Seeing his mother being tortured by illness day by day, he felt extremely heartbroken, and he was so scared that he had the deepest fear of death.

If his mother is gone, what will he and his father do?

Such problems lingered him every day. In his little house, even with thick cups, he still felt cold.

I heard that sick people will suffer a lot, but he never saw the pain in his mother. At most, he just gritted his teeth and frowned when he was asleep.

Every time my mother sees him and his father, she always has the most beautiful smile. In his eyes, there is no more beautiful smile in the world than the mother's smile at that time.

He knew that his mother was patient, just as he was patient and crying, his mother endured pain.

He didn't dare to cry in front of his mother, so he could only rack his brains and try to make his mother happy. He bullied her for her, hoping that her mother's illness would be cured.

My mother said that as long as he can study hard, her illness may be cured.

So he worked harder in his studies, from first place in the class to first place in the grade.

However, my mother lied to him, but her mother's illness did not recover and she died.

Light disappeared from his world from then on.

He no longer wants to study, so what's the use of learning any better? His mother will not come back anyway.

He went to bed in class, was absent, read novels, was late and left early, and skipped classes in a fight. He did everything he never did before.

The teacher enlightened him with great sincerity, and his father asked him to kneel in front of his mother's face and beat him angrily.

But in his opinion at that time, they were all liars. Since it was useless, why did they still lie to themselves?

In today's terms, he hated this world. After reading the novel "Rebirth Stream", he even considered the method of rebirth. However, after trying it a few times, no method succeeded, and instead allowed him to stay in the hospital for a long time.

He felt that the whole world was a liar.

Fortunately, China has nine years of compulsory education, and even though he handed in a blank paper, he was still able to go to junior high school.

But in junior high school, he still did his own thing, like a gangster. He naturally had no chance in high school, so he finally dropped out of school.

Play games every day, or have dinner and drink with friends.

As for money? Of course I asked my father for it.

My father is tired and stops beating him.

The once warm family became extremely cold. My father said that as long as he did not commit a crime, even if he was living like this, his father would support him for the rest of his life.

If he hadn't seen that animation, he might have really been like this for the rest of his life, time stagnated in the happiest period of elementary school, and lived in memories and resentment for the rest of his life.

In front of the mother's portrait, Cao Jun knelt down and kowtowed three times.

My father was back, and at some point, a lot of silver threads appeared in his father's hair.

Cao Jun felt sad and wanted to cry, but he stopped. He laughed. It was not too late now...

When my father saw Cao Jun, who was wearing clean clothes and shortened his hair, his father looked a little dazed when he saw that he was completely refreshed.

Seeing Cao Jun coming, a hint of sadness flashed in his father's eyes and said mutely: "I want money again? How much?"

Cao Jun shook his lips, lowered his head, and said, "Dad, I'm sorry!"

"What are you saying, I'm sorry..." My father seemed to understand something, and smiled, and a hot stream of surprise and satisfaction suddenly emerged in his heart.

"I was wrong."

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