Chapter 2:

The next day I woke up at noon, because the boss who had been out for a week had granted me a day off. My stomach was so hungry, I got up and made something to eat, so I started to clean the room.
I sorted out Yi Tian's things. I bought them for him. He never used them. I was reluctant, but also knew that he would never step in here again. . Then I changed all the quilts, sheets and pillows in the bedroom, and finally cleaned the house again. Looking at the clean and tidy room, I felt much more comfortable.
It's almost time for dinner, and I'm ready to spoil myself and go out for a good meal.
Qinxiangyuan's hot pot has always been my favorite.
In fact, eating hot pot is nothing more than a hilarious. A group of people sat together, the thick soup was burning, and the steaming steam was flushing. Everyone you chopsticks, I chopsticks, rush into a ball and make a ball, laughter almost topple the roof.
It's a pity that I don't have a small group that accommodates me, nor a friend who can come out to drink with me. So I was sitting alone in the hall.
One person occupies a table and one person faces a hot pot.
Now is the best time for business, the hall is full of people. I glanced up and glanced around. Only my table was alone. I was a bit ashamed, and I could only look down at the phone frequently to make a look like someone was waiting. Actually, I know that I am so stupid, in such a big place, so lively and happy, who would pay attention to a stranger in the corner?
Sitting at a table next to me was a little couple. The girl muttered that the soup base was not spicy, and the boy asked the waiter to call a bowl of clear soup. He took out the dishes and chopped off the red oil and spicy seeds in the clear soup. Then he put it in the girl's bowl. You called spicy soup. You want spicy food. "The girl muttered," I just wanted to eat spicy food. "The boy pinched the tip of her nose petitely.
I stared at the boiling soup before me. When I was eating with Yi Tian, ​​I never looked after him alone. He likes it or I think it's delicious, and all of them are clipped into his bowl without leaving anything for himself. Once he got sick and said he wanted to drink porridge. He was asleep when I got over it. At that time, he didn't eat anything for a day. I awakened him, thinking about coaxing him how much to eat. He just brought the porridge over and slapped him over. The bowl was knocked over. It was blistered. With each step during that time, the trousers rubbed against the burned skin, causing pain and burning.
Suddenly someone grabbed me by the corner of my clothes. I turned around and turned around to see a little boy about three years old looking at me with big eyes. It may be that the lobby is a little hot, and the baby's red face looks like a big apple.
I bent my corner and teased him: "Is it okay for the baby to find his uncle?"
The baby frowned, thinking, to think of an "something".
A woman behind was chasing me with a bowl and I apologized as soon as I saw it, "I'm sorry, but the child is naughty and hasn't bothered you."
I smiled and shook my head. "The baby is cute."
The woman smiled at me, her face was proud of her mother.
The baby saw his mother coming and ran away with his calf. The woman chased back helplessly, coaxing in her mouth: "Hao Hao, take another bite, okay, you do n’t eat your mother and eat it, oh, my mother eats your meal!
I looked at the back of the young mother and listened to those childish and lovely words she coaxed the child, and I felt sore and painful in my heart. Clenching my teeth and squeezing the wetness in my eyes was too embarrassing and sad. How can I even envy a child of several years.
I didn't have a good meal, and I left the place almost in the end.
Waiting for the bus, there were only a few people in the car. I looked at those who were sitting in a single seat as lonely as me, and I took a deep breath and felt some comfort in my heart.
Unfortunately, I hope that people all over the world are struggling in pain, and when they see the happiness of others, they feel jealous. This ugly self makes me feel sick.
Leaning your head on the window, the neon lights flickered outside. The streets are still bustling and bustling, but my heart is deserted, silent as if standing water.
At a certain station, the bus stopped and a 20-year-old girl came up with a phone in her hand and said something. She looked around and sat behind me.
"Dad! I heard my mother say you've been drinking again!" The girl's voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the open bus, someone looked at her sideways.
The girl didn't pay attention to the sight of others, and continued talking on the phone. "What's the complaint! Mom is not for your sake!"
"Let me hear you drink again. I won't come back during the holidays, and I won't come back later! Go find another daughter!" Someone in the car laughed out loud. Although the girls were somewhat insolent, they could hear it. Very filial daughter.
"Huh, this is pretty much the same! Dad ... I miss your cooking ... uh uh, I want potato beef! Braised eggplant! Brine shrimp and cola chicken wings! ... uh uh, I have to do it for me when I go back Dad, I love you !!! "I was still training a minute ago, and immediately became my little daughter who coquettish my father. The people in the car all cast their envious glances. It can be seen that this must be a childhood Take care of the children who grew up in the palms.
I stared out the window with my eyes wide open, wondering why my vision was still getting blurred. I didn't dare to blink, but in the end tears smashed down. Clenching his teeth hard, he couldn't help crying.
Me, what I've been asking for in my life, but that's it, but that's it.
I also want to have my parents wait for me when I get home. When I am sick, I worry about my mother worrying about not sleeping in front of my bed. I want to climb the mountain with my father, watch the game and talk about life together. There were people sitting around, grandparents holding my hands, brothers and sisters who entangled me to play with them.
I love Yitian. Because he is so good, because he loves his parents, because he has a bunch of good brothers, because he has gathered all my yearnings and longings.
I just want to, I just want such a happy person. If I try to get closer, I can also contaminate some of his happiness, can I make my unfortunate life hopeful again?
The car was so quiet that I could only hear my cry.
I know a big man crying like this is really ashamed.
But my heart was really uncomfortable, all the indifference and strength that stood up tall collapsed in the tenderness of others. Because of seeing their happiness and smile, they became more aware of the fact that they were alone and unreliable.
I just, I'm just a little sad.