Chapter 46

Wenwen finally forgave me who made her sad and cry. She was willing to smile again, which was several days later.

At that time, until the first half of the school year was about to end, there was actually not much that happened to us.

For Wenwen and we all have the last second half of the semester.

She is about to face a series of high school vocational exams, and I will also face the choice of continuing to study or joining the army.

I remember that one day when the winter vacation was about to take place, when I came home from school, Wenwen happily told me that she received a call from her parents and was finally going back to Taiwan a few days before the New Year's Eve of the Lunar New Year.

After all, no matter what the Chinese say, they always hope to have a family member during the Chinese New Year.

Because the overall environment is getting worse and worse, and the country where the factory is located has been in turmoil once, it has been destroyed, so they have not returned to Taiwan this year and do not dare to return to Taiwan, because they are afraid that the unstable situation will suddenly break out and affect the company.

Usually, parents just write to me and Wenwen, asking us not to spend money indiscriminately, or what parents can say to their children, and asking us to take more blankets or quilts from the closet when it is cold.

And the reply letters were always Wenwen's reply letters. I don't know what she wrote in the letter, but I know that she must have never mentioned many things that happened to me, she was just simply acting cute and complaining to her mother...

In some aspects, even if my parents return to Taiwan, for me, it is just an empty family with two more people. I don’t think there will be much change. After all, they have not lived with me for several years, and perhaps their blood relationship still exists, but their intimacy is becoming weaker.

But for Wenwen, Wenwen has always looked very happy and is looking forward to it. After all, she hasn't seen her mother for almost a year...

No... Actually, I kind of hope that they won't come back. Just leave this to eternal peace and leave it to me and Wenwen...

Days passed day by day. Due to different education, I started winter vacation several days earlier than Wenwen, and I was really in a situation where I had nothing to do.

Because I work at a gas station, the webmaster will arrange for me to work around 10 days every month from 7:00 to 12:00 in the morning, so that I can still do my homework in the afternoon and go to class in the evening, so that I won’t feel bored in life.

But now it is on holiday, and I have lost the homework I have to write every day, so for several afternoons, I sat alone in the living room, listening to music unconsciously in both ears, but my eyes were staring at the second hand of the clock on the wall, feeling the slow passage of the river of time...

Sometimes, after the music is played, I don’t want to play it again or change the CD, but I just continue to watch the second hand continue to maintain the beating of the small grid, like the pulsation of the soul, quiet and full of vitality.

Some people say that God is fair because He gives everyone the same time. No one will have more time, nor will anyone have less time.

I was nineteen years old back then, sixty seconds in a minute, sixty seconds in an hour, twenty-four hours in a day... I have also spent more than 600 million seconds of my life...

Watching the second hand slowly jumping, like a silent lullaby, I felt that time began to settle in the house, like snowflakes, accumulated lightly and thinly. When spring comes, it will turn into invisible again.

I remembered that all the past between me and Wenwen, one by one, one by one, accompanied me on the stage of life and enriched my life.

At the beginning of her life, in the hazy state, when I was six years old, I still remember that my mother held my hand and said that she had a baby in her belly and wanted to give it to me, so that I would not always be alone.

For me at that time, I didn’t know what my younger brother and sister were, but I just simply knew that I could have a playmate with me and didn’t have to stay alone in the room to play with toys, and I felt very happy.

In the hazy, when my mother's belly was already very big, I once leaned on it, wanting to hear the sound of Wenwen still making in her belly; although I didn't hear anything after all, I still couldn't help but look forward to the arrival of my brother and sister.

When Wenwen came to this world from her belly, I saw her for the first time in the hospital. My mother, who was sitting on the hospital bed, carried her to me and told me that this was my sister.

For me, Wenwen was so young at that time. She only knew how to sleep and kept sleeping. She would occasionally wake up and cry a few times, and then her mother fed her milk.

At that time, I suddenly felt a strong sense of disappointment and thought: 'It turns out that my mother said that the sister is like this...' I can't play with me, can't talk to me, and can't do anything...

I began to not care about Wenwen's existence again, and returned to a lonely world that was not much different from usual...

Before he knew it, Wenwen began to look at the world with a smile, sit up, screaming at the words no one could understand.

At that time, Wenwen began to look like a big toy for me to play with. I always held her little hand and gently pushed her around, making her laugh happier.

Wenwen can stand up and walk and knows how to talk. She always pulls my clothes and walks around with me.

There were several times when I deliberately ran to chase her in the alley outside my home, running, running until Wenwen couldn't keep up and became farther and farther away.

But because I thought it was fun to make her run out of breath, I didn't want to stop.

Finally, Wenwen accidentally fell to the ground and looked at my back as she was leaving and began to cry loudly. It was only when I heard her crying that I stopped and looked back at her.

I quickly ran to her and saw her sitting on the ground protecting her knees with her hands, crying and crying at me for pain. I asked her to open her hands and see a whole piece of scratch, revealing pink flesh and blood, and unclean sand staining...

This is a sad and sad response. I always make Wenwen sad and hurt for my own happiness. I have never stopped until now...

But I know that one thing will never change.

I care about her...

I love her...

That afternoon, because of the last day of the final exam, Wenwen returned home from school very early.

I sat in the living room and looked at her. Wenwen just told me that she would go out to play with her friends, and then she entered the room.

I asked her loudly in the living room: Where are you going?Just came out of her room and answered: Ximending.

This also means that I will spend this evening alone at home.

Do I want me to ride you on a bike?

No, make an appointment with a friend to take the bus together.

Maybe it was because of many awakened memories these afternoons that I couldn't help but feel sad.

Seeing Wenwen changing into casual clothes and going out again, not living in the entrance hall and wearing shoes, I was worried and worried about dinner, so I should eat delicious food, don’t buy snacks or go out to run around again…

We are really more and more like couples living together, even couples. We can’t help but think of each other and have concerns from the bottom of our hearts when doing things.

The home where she is always full of indescribable warmth and consideration; her departure left me with the silence and coldness of time, making me feel even more lonely on the sofa...