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A heart-warming hug and an affectionate kiss, wow, it's just enough to make a girl's heart explode.
"Le Le, wipe your saliva , it's almost all over the floor." Just as I was clasping my fingers together in front of my chest with a look of longing, wishing I could immediately get into the TV screen and become the heroine in a second, my mother brought a plate of sliced red-heart dragon fruit, put it on the coffee table in front of me, and said with disgust.
"Hehe." I wiped my mouth shyly at my mother, then stared at the TV and asked casually, "Hey, where's my dad? Isn't he coming back for dinner again?"
“Who cares if he comes back or not! If he doesn’t come back, we will eat by ourselves!” Anger instantly filled the mother’s face and her words became harsh.
I know my mother is unhappy again.
My name is Yan Zhile. A few years ago, I always felt that my family was warm and harmonious. I had a handsome father who looked like Andy Lau, and a gentle, kind and intellectual mother.
Our family lived on the third floor in a wealthy area of Baicheng and led an enviable life.
Until one day, the number of times my dad came home on time gradually decreased. At first, my mother would sigh and complain a few times, but over time, her patience was gradually stimulated to the bottom line, and she went from forbearance to tearing, to quarreling.
Since then, I always see my mother holding her phone, angrily questioning my father, and always repeating the same sentence: "What does she want?"
When they quarreled, the words were fierce, fierce, and ugly. At first, I would cry and try to persuade them, but it was always useless. My interruption would only make them add "the child will be mine after the divorce" to the quarrel.
Later, every time they quarreled, I would simply escape to the small park downstairs by myself, because only there with that person could I get a little happiness.
When I was young, I didn't know much and could only cry. When I grew up, I realized that "cheating" is like a trash can that can be found everywhere, dirty and smelly, but it will always exist in a corner. Looking through the hot Weibo, I saw that the news of celebrities cheating was a hot topic and everyone knew about it. I think that the reason why my parents quarreled back then was probably because of this!
Anyway, whenever my mother mentions my father, her face changes drastically. After dinner today, I simply stopped watching the TV series and went straight back to my room to prepare stationery for the next day's school.
When I pulled out the notebook I was carrying from the drawer, I found a four-string toy guitar . I was stunned for half a minute and forced myself to go back to that youthful and happy time.
During the days when my parents quarreled every day, I would always run to the small garden in the community and cry alone. There, I would often meet a little boy who was about my age. He would always hold a toy four-string guitar in his hand, lead a cute dog, and sit alone on the swing next to me for hours.
Sometimes, he would gently pluck the guitar in his hand, and the toy guitar would make a few clear sounds. My sadness and boredom would follow the notes floating in the air, getting farther and farther away until they disappeared.
After getting to know him, I learned that his parents were too busy with work to spend time with him. Often, for days on end, the only person he could talk to was the dog.
We, who were young and worried about our own things, naturally became "allies", and the small garden became our secret base. We often shared the fun and troubles, happiness and sadness of life together.
However, the good times did not last long. Due to my parents' job transfer, I needed to move to another city. Before leaving, I went to the small garden crying and told him the news.
"Why don't we exchange gifts as a farewell token?" the guitar boy suddenly suggested.
So, he gave me his beloved four-string guitar without thinking. I didn't prepare anything in advance, and after searching for a long time, I only found a small photo in my wallet. The photo was taken by my mother after I had my hair cut. Because my hair was cut too short, it couldn't cover the obvious black mole on my forehead, so I was pouting in anger.
My round face, short and messy hair, and overly obvious moles all make me look silly.
But I couldn't find anything else to give him as a gift at the moment, so I had to hand him the photo reluctantly.
Unexpectedly, he didn't dislike it at all. Instead, he looked at it for a long time with interest, and then put it carefully in his pocket.
"I wonder if he still remembers me now?" I muttered to myself as I looked at the small guitar in the room.
It is said that if you treat an item as a treasure and take good care of it, it will bring you good luck. This four-string guitar is the only memory item I have kept intact since I was a child. Seeing it always reminds me of that happy time. Maybe it can also bring me good luck!
"Guitar, guitar, I will treat you well, and you have to be my lucky charm." I imitated the scenes in the TV series, gently wiped the dust off the guitar, and then gave it a kiss and said.
After packing my school bag and clothes, I put the guitar into its dream box on the bedside table and vowed to treat it well.
That night, I had a super sweet dream in a fairytale-like dream. The boy who gave me the guitar turned into a graceful prince, like the male god in idol dramas, with a clean and fair face and a tall figure.
He came from a distance of tens of thousands of miles to meet me.
The journey is long, but I don’t ask when to return.
