It was the next day that I set out from home to find Xin Yi. My originally impatient mood became willing to stay because of my parents, soft and quiet.

I felt my parents' desire to say something about what I was doing. I don't know when, my son had a mysterious color in their eyes. They no longer understood my whereabouts, and even began to understand me.

I read that they were not angry about this, only deep worries. At home, I was half drunk, held their hands, and told them in the gentlest and firmest tone that because of my childhood experience, I learned something that ordinary people could not touch, so I also had to take some responsibility and do something that ordinary people could not do.

"But don't worry, I'm very safe and there will be no danger. It's just that some things need to be kept confidential." I smiled peacefully, and when I finished this sentence, I shook my parents' hands vigorously.

I can only do this, and I realized that sometimes deceiving is a helpless thing. If you love someone, don’t deceive him (her), but sometimes when you love someone, you have to deceive him (her), I suddenly understood Uncle Xin’s mood.

"Can't even parents say it?" At this time, my mother asked. Although she had already felt much more at ease, the worries in her eyes had not yet dissipated.

I looked at her face. So many years have passed and I am no longer young. The fine lines at the corners of my eyes have loosened a lot of skin, which made me feel distressed. I couldn't help but let go, and gently sent my mother's slightly messy forehead to her to make it straight, then pretended to be nothing, and hugged her over, saying, "If I could say, what's the reason for hiding it from you and my dad?"

"Then..." Mom wanted to ask a few more questions, but my dad interrupted: "Son's affairs must be kept confidential, what have you been asking? Don't drag your son down."

I looked at my father gratefully. If he hadn't helped me with timely relief, I really didn't know how to continue? Who said that lying to the closest person is not a painful thing?

However, after my father said this, he was reluctant to speak. I looked at him inquiring, then picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it for him and handed it to him, and naturally handed the tea to him.

My father's eyes were full of relief, but my sadness was hidden here. Are these things that my son should do? But I did too little for them.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Dad became more natural, and then said to me: "I know you have a hard work and keep it secret. Dad has no problem, mainly because of your mother, you know, women's homes, and I like to talk. We don't have many, you are the only son. So, can you, can you..."

"Old man, why are you pushing me? Usually, don't you talk much? Don't you miss your son?" Dad was a little embarrassed when he said this. At this time, his mother started to complain to him in a stack of voices.

With very ordinary quarrels and strong love, I realized how hateful it is for me to escape because of my heart. The guilt spreads in every cell of my body, making me feel pain even in my body. However, I could only endure this emotion, and even my expression did not dare to change. I hugged all the two elders and said quickly: "I was too busy before, and now I will go home to accompany you whenever I have time. When I finish these things, I will stay by your side."

That night, I was crying quietly in the quilt alone. I had never come back to live in the neat room several times? But they were preparing for me, cleaning the floor without any stain, and all kinds of sadness were pressed on my heart and could only be released quietly at this time, but I didn't dare to make any sound.

But I didn't expect that my mother would enter the room at this time. I quickly wiped away my tears and pretended to turn over. I felt that she had repaired the quilt for me. I was angry but said with a spoiled look: "This child is so old, and she is still so churning when she sleeps." I touched my head again, and then left with satisfaction.

I always come to see how I slept in the middle of the night. After so many years of leaving, my mother's habit has not changed. I have already bit my hand and cried very uncomfortable. In this life, if I owe anything, it must be to my parents. I never thought that one day I would cry so hard.

Although I really wanted to accompany them, I left in the morning. My mother was very pleased that I could stay for breakfast. She made it for me specifically. She thought I didn’t have time to have breakfast, but my father kept saying, don’t hold me back.

Walking in the morning breeze, my eyes were still sour, but I didn't dare to look back, I was afraid that when I looked back, I would stand on the balcony and watch my departure back.

After sorting out my mood, I went to the familiar factory and mining area and went straight to the unit building where Aunt Xin lived.

Once upon a time, the bungalow yard we lived in had long been demolished. The things you thought would never change would always exist, actually disappeared faster than you thought, and it might not be enough to give you another look.

When I passed by the place where I once lived, I stopped a little. I had too many memories, but I could no longer find familiarity. I was a little stunned, came to my senses and lit a cigarette, looked at the unit building built on the original address, pretended to be nothing, and then left in a hurry.

When I knocked on Aunt Xin's door, I waited for a long time before I opened the door. Aunt Xin, who came into my eyes, was wearing a casual and old piece of clothing, with a little messy hair. I looked up at my face, which was much older than my mother.

My throat rolled, and I felt sad again. Aunt Xin was so beautiful when she was so stressful that she had always had no time to dress up, but she would have to clean herself up. Whenever I went to her house when I was a child, she always looked beautiful and clean.

It doesn't look like now, it seems that I have no intention of taking care of myself. Is it because Xin Yi hasn't come back for so long? Is it because she already feels like what? I dare not think about it, and I feel guilty inexplicably. Over the years, Xin Yi has been almost all the sustenance in her heart, but in Xin Yi's current situation, I can only hide it from her. Even if the truth is to be revealed, I can't face Aunt Xin with confidence, let alone her like this? I can only look at Aunt Xin, smiled reluctantly, and called her.

Aunt Xin seemed a little dazed. It was not until I called her that she suddenly came to her senses. The first move was to hold my hand suddenly, and she called me in a low voice excitedly and disbelief: "It's Zhengling, Zhengling, are you here to see me?"

I held Aunt Xin's hand and nodded, I didn't know what to say. Since I was a child, I grew up with Xin Yi. The two families live close together and have close relationships. I often walk around. With my intimacy with Xin Yi, Aunt Xin in front of me almost treated me as my son.

Although I have been making up news about Xinyi for her over the years, she has never been able to see Xinyi. Even I have not been able to see her often because of many things. How could she not be excited to see me?

"Come in, come in." After a simple conversation, Aunt Xin noticed that I was standing outside the door and quickly pulled me in. While she pulled me down, she was busy trying to arrange some food and drink for me, and she wanted to clean up, and for a moment she seemed at a loss.

I simply pulled her over and sat down. Just as she was about to say something, she stood up again and said embarrassedly: "Looking at me like this, I thought about cleaning at home, but I didn't even clean up. This sloppy look is so rude."

I glanced at the house casually, but it was so neat that it could not be cleaner. But the mop placed in the corner of the house proved that Aunt Xin was really cleaning. I said, "Auntie, this house is quite clean, why are you cleaning? Come and sit down, you don't have to be so particular in front of me."

At this time, Aunt Xin had already combed her hair and looked at me and said with a smile: "Are you okay to do this? It's weekends, if you don't go to work, just clean it."

I was silent, smiling reluctantly, but I seemed to be able to see Aunt Xin who had been caring and lonely, cleaning over and over again to keep herself busy. However, when I didn't know what to say, she asked me carefully: "Zhengling, is there any news about Xinyi when you come back to see me? When will she come back to see me? It's nothing. Don't tell her too much, I'm pretty good too. The important thing is that she can't bear it."

While worried, Xin Yi explained, pretending to be nothing, and looking forward to me, hoping that I could tell her more about Xin Yi in the next moment.

She never told me that if I want Xin Yi to go back to see her, I must miss her very much this time, right? Why do my parents always say similar things? And we often ignore what we have in the past? I have done too little, and in fact, I should replace Xin Yi to fulfill my filial piety, but I also have things that I must bear. If I sacrifice these and want to complete my own protection, can God give me a tragic result?

I was a little stunned. Aunt Xin called me carefully and worriedly, but still couldn't help asking: "Zhengling, Xinyi, is there anything wrong with Xinyi?"

I came back to my senses, laughed quickly, and said, "It's okay." But what should I say next? I can't say that Uncle Xin wants to see her, nor dare to talk about Xin Yi's situation. I thought about what to say all the way. At this time, I really faced it, but I didn't know how to speak.

However, I still have to say what I should say. I can only try my best to say: "Xinyi is really okay, and this time I am here to pick you up and pick you up and see Xinyi."

This is the best thing I thought of, and I still have concealment, but I have no choice.

I thought Aunt Xin would be very happy, and then asked questions. I was ready to deal with it, but I didn't expect that after hearing this, she stood in the room with a hint of sadness.
Chapter completed!