Stepping into a familiar city, the bustling crowd at the railway station in the middle of the night falls into Yang Peiqing''s ears, but it becomes the most wonderful music.
My heart has settled down in the train station at three in the morning. This is the familiar feeling of my hometown. Yang Peiqing looks around with a smile on her face. Everyone''s expression is anxious or plain, which is the composition of her life.
I don''t know when, Yang Peiqing has been used to this is his hometown. That remote and prosperous Kyoto has long become a dream, disappeared in the moment when he fell on the cliff.
Today''s train didn''t tell their parents, because they were afraid that they would come to pick them up in the early morning. So Yang Peiqing simply went home by himself. The taxi driver was tired at night, but his eyes were shining.
He excitedly told himself that his son was going to marry a wife and was a good girl in a big city. He wants to make more money so that his son can buy a house in a big city. Have a big fat boy early, and then he can be a grandfather.
Yang Peiqing listens quietly with a smile. She doesn''t speak because she knows that what the driver needs now is not a person who can discuss with him. He just needs a listener.
In this lonely night, sharing his joy and happiness. Yang Peiqing touched the bag in her hand, but she also felt happy.
Walk to the familiar dark corridor above, is still the old voice control light, heard his own footsteps will quietly light up, light up the way home.
She carefully went to the door of her home, with the iron door unchanged for thousands of years and the familiar old rusty milk box at the door, even if there had been no milk for a long time.
Yang Peiqing took out the key, light handed, afraid to wake up their parents. She came back late at night, just want to return to this place as soon as possible, but without notice, is to let her parents have a safe sleep.
Gently put the key into the keyhole, Yang Peiqing did not have time to turn, the handle moved. The door opened from the inside, looked up in surprise, and saw that mother Yang was quietly looking at herself in her pajamas at the door.
"You child, why are you back now? Don''t talk to mom and Dad! How dangerous a girl is at this late hour Yang mother looked at Yang Peiqing pulling the suitcase, tired face, can not help but nag.
Like many times before, she has not opened the door yet. Mother Yang will always hear the voice in advance and open the door for herself. Familiar with many young night, a moment of influx of Yang Peiqing''s mind inside.
She was silent and even greedy listening to Yang''s mother''s nagging. For many years, what she missed most was her mother''s nagging.
It turns out that no matter how far the children go and how long they don''t come back, the parents can still open the door when she turns the key.
"Ma." Yang Peiqing gently called, successfully stopped Yang mother''s nagging.
His daughter came back covered with wind and frost and called herself softly. Mother Yang''s voice suddenly stopped. After that, he said slowly, "just come back. It''s so cold outside. Come in quickly. Mom will make food for you."
"Ah She gave a strong response.
"Wife, how can Qingqing come back so late? Don''t be surprised. It''s so cold to open the door in the middle of the night! " The familiar sound is also bringing the dim sleepiness to approach gradually from the bedroom inside.
Yang''s father was wearing old white pajamas, and his mouth stopped when he saw Yang Peiqing, and his eyes lit up instantly.
"Qingqing, why are you back now?"
Yang''s mother looked back at Yang''s father, as if with discontent. "I said Qingqing was back, I could hear the footsteps! You don''t believe it! Almost let our daughter open the door by herself. What are you doing? Not yet. "
"Well, you are a God. Sleep can also hear the footsteps, Qingqing ah, why don''t you come back with dad? Dad has a car now. Go and pick you up
Yang''s father came over and took the suitcase in Yang Peiqing''s hand while caring.
Something is coming out of the eyes, and the familiar chanting of the old parents is in their ears. This kind of being cared by others, no matter how late and how cold it is to come back, it''s good to still have someone waiting.
Do not want to cry out, she has never been such a hypocritical person. "Mom, I''m hungry. Dad, I''m cold. " With the voice of her little daughter.
"Well, mom will cook food for you now. You sit down for a while
"Oh, look at my father''s brain. I''ll turn on the heating. Go to the room quickly. Take off your shoes and bubble your feet. Cold starts from your feet."
In the middle of the night, the light of the Yang family lights up again, busy for this rare only daughter.
Sometimes I worry about my parents'' tiredness, but I might as well ask them to do something for you. It''s enough to make them feel like you still need them.
Only parents would rather be sent by you to bring you a cup of hot water when you come back in the middle of the night. Give you the warmest family love, in every moment.
As soon as Yang Peiqing woke up, it was dusk the next day, and her head was a little dizzy. Familiar with the small room, full of make yourself feel at ease."Qingqing, you wake up? Change your clothes quickly. Today your father said he was going out to eat Yang''s mother saw Yang Peiqing come out and said tenderly.
"Mom, why don''t you even cook when I come back? Abuse your daughter, abuse your daughter Yang Peiqing pretended to cry.
Yang''s mother can''t laugh or cry, "where is the abuse? Your father said it''s rare for you to come back and bring you a good meal. Come on, your father is waiting down there
"I think it''s good to eat at home. It''s so polite. All right, all right, I''m going to change! " Yang Peiqing should go back to her room to change clothes.
The next few days, are very calm with their parents. Grown up children, back home more like a guest.
Yang''s father and mother try their best to treat Yang Peiqing well. They seem to want to give her the warmth of their absence. Yang Peiqing smile, also in the heart to accompany their parents.
Compared with the tense life in school, it''s much more leisurely at home. I''m not a high school student. I''ve never had winter vacation or summer vacation homework. I''m bored every day.
This kind of time, but will miss the days of high school. That kind of atmosphere, which is full of tension and is on the verge of breaking out, is actually rippling in my heart with warm warmth in the future.
At the beginning, Yang Peiqing was admitted to Kyoto University as an excellent graduate with good grades. Besides, being with Qiao Dongrui was also a good story of the school. Little lovers together encouraged to be admitted to Kyoto University, envy others.
University vacation is always early, and high school trying to keep you in school is not the same, the university is like a small society. More or your own self-consciousness and efforts, the university head teacher for your future does not bear any responsibility.
When Yang Peiqing woke up one day, he was so bored that he decided to go to the high school.
Because he wanted to go back to high school, Yang Peiqing specially wore a younger, gray cotton padded jacket, jeans and Martin boots, with a fashionable ball on his head.
And Yang said a mother, also went out. No.11 bus, I''ve taken it countless times. Even after graduation, the bus is still running on time, full of passengers, school is still the peak.
The morning is just the big break time, the bus scattered sitting a few people, there are students wearing school uniforms and a tired face, there are also residents living near the school.
Yang Peiqing sat in the last row, watching the familiar scenery slowly past. In my heart, I was filled with emotion. I used to rush up and curse myself at school countless times. I was also in the empty carriage, full of nostalgia.
In the blink of an eye, two years have passed. This bus sent away a group of students, but also led a group of students. I used to think that I was the main passenger of route 11, but I found out after graduation. No matter whether you are in or not, there are still people waiting for school.
No one can always be young, but someone is always young. So we are proud of the best time, in fact, is the world''s most indispensable thing!
At the gate of the school, a security guard stopped Yang Peiqing. "What class are you in? Why don''t you wear school uniform? I''m late. Do you know? "
Maintaining the security of school attendance is still such a conscientious. Yang Peiqing looked at it, feeling nostalgic and smiling, "uncle, I''m a 2013 graduate. I want to go back to school."
The old security uncle squinted and looked at Yang Peiqing carefully, as if to see if she had lied.
"My head teacher is Miss Xia. I want to see her. Uncle doesn''t believe you can call. " Yang Peiqing doesn''t want to embarrass the security guards. Caution is his working attitude.
Security watch carefully, the girl is familiar with and his memory of a girl overlap. He also laughed lovingly, "Oh, are you the girl who was admitted to Kyoto University two years ago? Your head teacher is still talking about it! "
Yang Peiqing was slightly surprised. Although she knew the security guard, she didn''t have any special contacts. Thousands of students come here every day, and they have graduated for two years. Does the security guard remember himself?
"Uncle, how do you know me?" Yang Peiqing could not help but be surprised.
"Oh, promising child. You graduated, your name and photos are hanging at the school gate for more than half a year! I look at it every day, don''t you remember? Now your head teacher is still proud of you! Come and see her. "
With the words of the security guard, the deep memories of Yang Peiqing''s eyes surged up. I forgot that the university always specially praised excellent graduates, not to mention being admitted to Kyoto University.