Yu Yi suddenly opened her eyes, but no one called her. She suddenly woke up. She looked around the room and felt uneasy when the wind blew. Outside the window, a bird is singing softly, and rays of sunlight are swaying on the light blue wall through the glass. Where's mom? She jumped from the bed board to the ground, ran barefoot to the living room, ran to the balcony, ran to the roof, ran downstairs and ran to the bathroom. Everything is empty, everything is quiet. Finally, she pushed open the door of the kitchen, which was also deserted and had no heating. Her heart is pounding. Last night, mom obviously slept with her. My mother has been sleeping in Ai Yu's room since my father left. For almost three years, my mother has been lying in bed with her eyes open all night, sometimes holding Ai Yu tightly in her arms, and sometimes holding Ai Yu's finger. Last night, my mother's pointed chin touched Ai Yu's shoulder from behind. As she breathed, she fell and fell, making Ai Yu itch. Ai Yu giggled and her mother giggled with her, which made Ai Yu feel indescribable relaxed and happy. Soon, she was confused. She vaguely felt her mother's fingertips sticking into her thick hair, felt her mother kissing her ears and heard her low sobs. I want to turn around and put my arms around her mother's neck. But somehow, although she thought so, she was still, sleepy and choppy, so she had to give in easily. Sweet sleep is like a big cream cake, and Ai Yu is deeply immersed in it. In the dream, dad stood far away and asked her, "Xiaoyu, is pomegranate delicious?" "Dad, what did you say? I can't hear you, speak louder! " "Light rain, is pomegranate sweet?" "Dad, the pomegranate tree you planted never bears fruit. I didn't even chew half a pomegranate peel. How do you know if they are delicious? " I shouted with a smile. "God, hasn't the pomegranate tree borne fruit yet?" Dad touched the back of his head and smiled foolishly. Ai Yu giggled. But she didn't finish laughing. Her eyes suddenly opened, and she was so anxious that she could hear the snapping sound when her upper and lower eyelids were quickly opened. Where's mom? Did she leave without saying goodbye? Did she really go to firefly valley? "Mom-"Ai Yu's breath is like a frightened little beast, scurrying around the room, eagerly looking for warmth and dependence. No, it won't. After shouting for five or six times, Ai Yu felt very funny, which was too alarmist. Mom may have gone shopping, shopping, visiting or walking ... no matter what she did, she will come back later. What kind of mother leaves her daughter behind? The worries in my heart receded like a flood, and Ai Yu felt hungry. She began to cook breakfast for herself. She cooked a large glass of milk and accidentally spilled some when she served it. Fortunately, she didn't burn her hand: she fried two poached eggs, one too tender and the other too hard, but both were delicious. My father's favorite breakfast is also eggs and milk. My mother hasn't eaten breakfast for many years in order to lose weight. For this reason, my father has told my mother more than a thousand times. Now my mother is very thin, but she still doesn't eat breakfast, and sometimes she doesn't eat dinner. Eggs and milk have come down, but my mother is still missing. Ai Yu must go to school first. This is the first time that she went out without saying goodbye to her mother. I stayed at school all day. Ai Yu listens carefully in class, does his homework and plays with his classmates after class. After school, she rushed out of the campus with the bell. She ran with her arms swinging like a deer. I didn't even know my shoelaces were loose. I stepped on them and my mouth fell off. My front teeth are still strong and not flying. The schoolbag was thrown two meters away and fell into a puddle on the roadside. Ai Yu ignored the pain and ran away with his wet schoolbag. She had never been so eager to see her mother's face, just a second ago. However, there is still no mother at home. Ai Yu searched every room in this two-story building, but there was really no mother. She stood on the stairs, her mouth slightly open, and the house became so big, so empty and so disturbing. She sat down, hugged her knees, bit her arm with her teeth and endured the tears in her eyes. Mom, really, have you left? No, no, she'll go home! When I finish my homework, my mother will come back, Ai Yu said to herself. So, she opened the bag, and more than half of the books in the bag were wet. She wiped them one by one with a dry towel. Wipe it clean. Do your homework one by one. When I finished writing the last word, it was already dark, and there was still no thin shadow of my mother at the open door.
After dinner, mother said to herself as soon as she was sure to come back. She opened the refrigerator. There is nothing to eat in it. I found a bag of instant noodles and put it in the pot to cook. I accidentally put a lot of vinegar in it. She cooked another poached egg, this time just right, golden and soft. She muttered, thin sweat oozing from the tip of her nose. Later, Ai Yu sat on the cold stairs and counted, counting to one hundred, counting to one thousand and counting to ten thousand. When she counted to111kloc-0/,she couldn't count any more. She wants to cry, and her nose is sour and painful, like an old onion. But she didn't let herself cry. She felt that as long as she cried, she accepted the reality that her mother had run away from home. Without her mother, this home is so desolate that Ai Yu is afraid. So she went out and stood under the pomegranate tree. Ai Yu leaned against the trunk and began to count again. By the time she counted eleven thousand one hundred and one, her legs were as weak as two pickles, so she had to sit down beside the pomegranate tree and count, as if counting big enough would count her mother back. The light in the room came out from the window and doorway and fell on pomegranate leaves, some of which were transparent and some were shiny. Five steps away, there is a stone road with pebbles embedded in the cracks. There is a small pond on the other side of the road, covered with red duckweeds and green duckweeds. When the wind comes, it shakes into soft satin. This is a small town. In recent years, the town has been gradually divided into the old city and the new city. The ancient city is full of blue brick houses. House after house was vacant, and people moved to the new town one after another. Because my father never wanted to leave the two-story building left by my grandfather, their family stayed alone and stubbornly-in fact, they never felt lonely. Dad bought a shop in Xincheng before and opened a porridge bar. Mom is the proprietress of porridge bar. Mom just collects money, and dad cooks a bowl of delicious porridge. At night, the lights and laughter of their home can warm an ancient town. However, Ai Yu is lonely now. A few stars in the sky, a shell-like gray cloud, covered most of the sky. The window is getting darker and darker, and the sound of insect wings rubbing against the stone road stimulates the eardrum in a low voice. I don't know what is cooing in the pond. Ai Yu had a few chills. Her eyes now look to the left and now to the right. Mom may appear in two directions. Mother likes to wear soft cloth shoes, and there is no sound when walking. If she wears a long skirt, she will float like a child. "Twenty-three thousand four hundred and sixty-three ... twenty-three thousand seven hundred and thirty-one ..." The more she counted, the louder her voice became, and tears kept rolling in her eyes. When the distant clock struck twelve, she stopped counting. I covered my mouth and tears swirled in my eyes. Whether you cry or not, mom won't come back tonight. She just cried. She has never cried like this. Her eyes closed, her face up, her hands clenched and her toes tangled. The despair in her heart turned into a crying force. The cry tripped and startled a bird on the pomegranate tree, chirping softly and flapping little wings in panic, not knowing what to do. But no one came to comfort her, only the wind across the alley brushed her tearful face. Ai Yu wondered how long she had been crying. All she knows is that her voice has stopped crying. She can't accept the fact that her mother left without saying goodbye. Although before, my mother told her more than once how much she wanted to go to firefly valley to be a firefly; But Ai Yu always thought that mom was just talking. How could she leave her daughter behind? Unexpectedly, my mother really relented and quietly left her in the middle of the night to be a carefree firefly. More than a heart breeds a trace of resentment. This resentment is like fog trapped on a hill-wandering, shaking, tangled and uncertain. She didn't want to cry, got up from under the pomegranate tree, walked back to the house, closed the door, locked it, set foot on the stairs, went into her room, locked it again, wiped her face with a towel, lay on the bed and covered it with a blanket. "I hate you, mom. I hate you, mom, I will always hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you ... "Ai Yu has been talking to the ceiling, his voice hoarse. The resentment in my heart is like a wave. She rolled over on the ground, covered her nose, slapped her feet on the bed board, picked up her mother's pillow and threw it out. My finger touched a piece of paper. A thin piece of paper. On the paper, I left my mother's handwriting-"Kohane, I am not a good mother. My heart is too painful and tired to bear. I want to be a firefly. I wrote a letter to your grandparents. They will take care of you soon. Don't be afraid, son. Forgive your selfish and cowardly mother. " "Mom!" Ai Yu took the letter, threw herself on the bed, sobbed and began to cry. Crying and crying, she cried all the resentment in her heart. With the disappearance of resentment, overwhelming loneliness and fear surrounded her angrily. She is the only 1 1 year-old girl in the room. She leaned the blanket against the wall and curled up in the corner of the bed. Every inch of air around her may bully her from all directions and squeeze her mercilessly. She was trembling and curled up into a smaller and smaller ball. In the dark corner of the room, the insects on the window glass are bumping unconsciously, and there are always many small broken sounds. In the silent night, these noises will be infinitely amplified, as if they would make the ears explode. Ai Yu thinks I should be scared to death before dawn. No, I can't be scared to death, she thought. If one day my mother doesn't want to be a firefly and comes home to see me go, how sad she will be. Not afraid is a person, and fear is also a lonely person. It's best not to be afraid. I must find a way to be brave. Dad once said when she was timid, you can be brave as long as you are willing to be brave. "Dad, Mom." "Ai Jianjian, Qin Ruocao." Ai Yu gently calling to the ceiling. When she called her father, his face was in front of her eyes; When I called my mother, her face was in front of me. "Dad, Mom, Ai Jianjian, Qin Ruocao ..." 2. A pomegranate flower.
Ai Yu doesn't know if she is asleep. If she is asleep, why can she hear a little rustling clearly? If she didn't fall asleep, why did she dream that her mother would never comb her hair well? That is half asleep and half awake. Half asleep, it's getting brighter little by little. The lonely night finally passed. But at the thought of many lonely nights waiting, Ai Yu's toes were caught in fear. She rubbed her red eyes and stared at the ceiling unblinkingly, and a word popped up in her mind-"orphan". My heart tightened and my nose was sour. I suddenly felt helpless, as if wandering in Amb Lee in thin clothes, and tears welled up in her eyes. No, I don't cry. Even if I cried, I was the only one. Ai Yu wiped the tears from her cheeks, sat up and hugged her knees. She must consider what to do next. What shall we do? Her brain is blank, like a vast desert.