Gangcheng is a small town, and the streets are not complicated or too much. Yu Qing's steps are neither too fast nor too slow, but he quickly finished visiting several streets that must be passed home. Many familiar shops are still there, and many familiar shops have disappeared. The only thing that remains unchanged is the name of every street he can still call out. He once jumped past every street, and still remembered the stories about him that happened on each street, of course, they are stories that only he remembers.

As he got closer and closer to the place called home that he had not entered for two years, he couldn't help but feel more and more uneasy, and his pace couldn't help but slow down. He began to think in his heart. After seeing his mother, the first sentence was "I'm back" or "Mom"?

Yu Qing knew that this might be a timid feeling near home.

A bright green umbrella stopped in the drizzle. Yu Qing raised his eyes and looked forward. There was a turn not far away. Finally, he arrived. As long as he turned around, he would reach the place where he grew up, the first and last haven of life.

It is not because there is a house there, so it is called home, but because his mother is there, so it is called home.

He took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm back, finally back, haha..."

Although the surrounding streets have really changed a lot, from the structure and the environment, Yu Qing still felt a little familiar from this little strangeness. Just this little bit made him feel kind, and the feelings that were close to the countryside were slightly reduced.

Finally, he did not have gray temples, and there were no children who didn't know the returnees. Thanks to the change of time, he had not completely changed those familiar places. When he returned to this city, he was not at a loss.

In the drizzle, Yu Qing seemed to see his smiling mother who kept reminding him to take care of himself, eat more and sleep more. He tried hard to recall, but found that although he had only been two years, he could not remember the appearance of his mother who had taken care of him for more than ten years. The only thing he could remember was the short black hair of his mother since he had been remembered.

Yu Qing smiled on the corner of her mouth. When she was a child, her mother often asked him to pick her white hair with 50 cents per dollar. She was also clever in taking a nap for her mother, and ran to pull her grandfather's white hair. She held her hand and ran to her mother for a reward, but she only had a while of melon on her forehead and her grandfather's beard-blowing stare.

Inexplicably, I remembered a nursery rhyme I often heard when I was a child. I hummed it unconsciously. Following the light melody, Yu Qing took a step forward, rotated the bright green umbrella in his hand, and watched the rain accumulated on the umbrella be thrown out.

When he turned the corner, he saw several lush trees. Although in winter, these trees were full of leaves and mixed with yellow leaves, because of the haze in the drizzle in winter, these trees were more verdant than before, either tall and graceful, lying down or enchanting. Behind them is a row of the most common tube buildings in the Harbor City, and his house is in this row.

Yu Qing is not very clear about the exact name of these trees of different shapes, but they carry his whole childhood. When he was a child, he would play various games under the trees with his neighbors all year round. Occasionally he would climb up the flower tree to pick white flowers and tie them into a bouquet. The petite self was like holding a marshmallow to hand it to a girl with a good impression, and said glutinously: "Hey, let me, we will be friends in the future!"

Thinking about it now, Yu Qing just burst into laughter.

Every year when the flowering period comes, these trees are full of white flowers, very light, and will fall in the breeze and sprinkle all over the ground. At this time, he likes to step on the ground covered with white flowers with barefoot, jumping and jumping, feeling the soles of his feet are cool and soft, very comfortable, just like stepping on the white snow. This is a great pleasure for Yu Qing, who had never seen snow when he was a child.

It was also here. Two years ago, in the spring season when flowers were blooming, his mother stood under these trees and waved goodbye to him. She used her loud voice that she had been simmering for decades to tell him to remember to go home often, not to drink mineral water, and to drink more hot water.

And he...

And he...

I only remember that day, in the breeze, there were white flowers falling on the trees, like snowflakes. I watched them for more than ten years and had been with him for more than ten years. I stood in it and stood up in it. I couldn't see clearly what my expression was, but I finally didn't say anything to him.

He smiled with Lingyun's ambition and replied with knowing, and then he held his head up and turned around. In the light of his eyes, his mother's figure in the fallen flowers and the fragrance of flowers floating in the air were his last memory in the Harbor City.

Yu Qing's hand holding the wall around the corner slowly tightened, and he had not come back for two years.

He lowered his head silently, walked to the trees, looked up at the canopy, and the leaves were crisp and dripping into his eyes, but there were no white flowers that he loved most that he had. He found the place where his mother said goodbye to him in his memory, and looked around the corner like his mother.

The two places are only a dozen steps apart, and the full distance is less than ten meters, while the distance between him and his mother starts from here, but it is two years.

"sorry……"

The wind and drizzle were blowing across Yu Qing's face, and it was clear and cool, with water droplets on his face rather than tears.

He wiped his face, took a deep breath, and changed into a smiling face.

Mom, your son is back, this time, not leaving.

Yu Qing packed up and walked towards the middle of the row of tubes. His dilapidated home that he had lived in for decades was there.

There was a warm bed there for him to rest, an old pot that could make delicious dishes, and a gray-white rice cooker. When he got home, he opened it, it was definitely a delicious and steaming rice.

Yu Qing walked to the door, but found that the door was locked. He took it out in his pocket, and there was nothing but his mobile phone and wallet.

He knocked on the door a few times, screamed a few times, but no one responded. Yu Qing guessed that he might have gone out.

He looked at his phone in distress, hesitated a little, thinking about whether to call his mother? But he still wanted to see his mother's surprise look.

Maybe since she divorced that damn man, no one has surprised her in decades.

This should be quite a pity for a woman, and Yu Qing wants to make up for it.

He returned to the white trees in front of the house and stood at the place where his mother bid farewell to him.

Holding a bright green umbrella, I looked at the corner not far away. This is the closest way home. My mother has been walking for decades.

He would also go here if he wanted to go home, so he was waiting here.

I just don’t know when I will come back, so I can’t go there for two years and never come back.

He waited.

Under the white flower tree.
Chapter completed!