wait

wait

Waiting may only be exchanged for loneliness and loneliness, to let go of the past, to accept a love, in order to get more relaxed.

When I was very young, my parents divorced. Over time, I forgot my father's love, but my heart still complained that I didn't retain my father. So, I waited day and night, waiting for the return of my father's love.

However, what I am waiting for is a strange face. His face is always full of false smiles, accompanied by vertical and horizontal gullies, and often asks me questions and lengths. In my eyes, his every move is nothing but the fox is hiding his jealousy.

A few months have passed, my waiting has crossed the winter again, and the sun has wiped out the only remaining desolate.

The failure of several exams in succession, even if the spring is bright outside the window, my heart is still dull. Once, he came to me, handed me a pen, and smiled and said to me: "Is it okay?" I stunned. He seemed to have less permission in his eyes. The ice in his heart was Move slowly, but I didn't answer him...

Waiting still didn't stop, but time became urgent, and the life in front of me didn't make a difference. Walking alone on the way home, watching the mother and son are happy, I can't help but feel a little bit bleak.

Looking around, in the daytime, a figure stands at the crossroads, standing with his feet and feet, his hands hiding behind him, his face smiling and coexisting, it is him! I was a little excited and waved his hand to know that he had waited for half an hour, and this was just for me.

Take the powder in his hand, heavy, giving a feeling of practicality and happiness. Just like sending carbon in the snow, the fragrance of the powder is entangled and intertwined with white air, piercing my heart and healing the sorrow in my heart. His smile appeared again in front of me, and the vertical and horizontal gullies seemed to be more brilliant in the new moon. At that time, I called his uncle for the first time, and thanked him, and watched his back gradually drift away...

I began to accept this love, and began to learn to let go of the pain in the past, let it pass in the past. I slowly and slowly learned that the uncle's care is the long-awaited love that it is deep and not unassuming.

The wind in the early spring hit my heart, and the long wait has long since ended, so I can afford it...

Third day: 嗣sisi