It’s Colder Today

There was no sound in the room. He couldn't even hear his own breathing. He didn't know where he should go, so he finally bought a plane ticket.

Went to Singapore.

The plane landed in Singapore at one o'clock in the afternoon. When I looked out the window on the plane, I felt that the sky was very blue.

He didn't bring any luggage. He didn't look like someone who had just gotten off the plane. He looked like the bus had arrived.

Mom arrived more than forty minutes later than the flight time. The reason was that her sister had to prepare a gift for him when she went out. There was a little traffic jam on the road, so she was late.

A little kid, no longer than his legs, was holding a small pink plastic bucket, holding his mother's hand, and hiding behind her mother with some embarrassment.

"Youmi, this is brother." Fang Rui bent down and pulled his daughter from behind to the front, "Didn't you say you have a gift for brother?"

My brother didn’t shout, probably because he had never seen him before. The gift was a small pink plastic bucket she held in her hand, which contained her toys and snacks.

Mother and son had not seen each other for many years. Wei Congying sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window at the clean streets. He felt a little haggard. As a mother, after all, mother and son were once connected by an umbilical cord. How could she not notice that something was wrong with her son.

But when I asked him, he refused to say anything.

The age difference was too big, and Wei Zongying couldn't get along with the child in front of him, who could be his daughter no matter how many years younger he was.

Fang Rui's remarried partner went on a business trip to Japan, and a guest room was cleaned up at home. Wei Zongying was walking in the yard while cleaning.

There was a swing in the yard that looked like it belonged to his little sister.

The lawn did not hide the sound of people's footsteps. Wei Zongying turned around and saw her walking over carrying the small bucket she said was for him.

Wei Congying squatted down and gave her a tired smile: "What's your name? Youmi?"

She nodded.

Wei Congying asked again: "Do you know who I am?"

She still nodded.

Wei Congying stood up and put his hand on the swing rope: "Want to play?"

She didn't speak, but nodded. She still felt strange to him, but she was very curious about him.

Youmi sat on the swing, holding the swing sling with her little hands, waiting for Wei Cong to push her.

It's easy to build a relationship with a child. She's willing to call her brother when she gets off the swing.

Fang Rui saw that Wei Zongying didn't bring any luggage, so he planned to drive him to a nearby shopping mall and finish dinner outside.

The bustling commercial district is built on the south bank, with green plants and steel forests intertwined together.

It never sleeps here.

Fang Rui bought a lot of new clothes with Wei Songying, and the three of them had dinner in nearby Chinatown.

When I was going home, I passed the sculpture of a lion's head and a fish's tail. My sister was sitting in a children's chair, sleeping with her head tilted. She was obviously asleep, but she was still holding on to a fruit lollipop.

"Did something happen?" Fang Rui didn't believe that he was just here for fun.

Wei Zongying looked away from the sculpture with a lion's head and a fish's tail: "Nothing."

"Don't lie to mom." As soon as Fang Rui finished speaking, a voice came from the back row.

A childish voice sounded: "Mom and Dad said we can't lie."

He rarely felt this kind of family atmosphere. Hearing the child call her mother, Wei Songying felt even more melancholy. This was once his mother, his mother alone.

Seeing that his son still refused to talk, Fang Rui didn't ask again.

After arriving home, Fang Rui gave the child a bath. Wei Congying took out the cigarettes from his pocket, opened the door and went to the yard. He sat on the little sister's swing that was a little out of place with him, smoking cigarettes one by one and watching. On a well-maintained lawn, after putting out the cigarette butt on the lighter, there was nowhere to throw it, so he had to throw it back into the cigarette case.

After Fang Rui gave Youmi a bath, told stories and put her to sleep, she went downstairs and didn't see her son. Then she went upstairs to the guest room and found that Wei Congying was not in the room either.

Looking out the window, I saw a lonely person sitting in the dim night.

Putting on his outdoor slippers, Fang Rui gathered his coat and walked over.

Looking at my son who is skilled at smoking, I haven’t seen him for many years and it seems that he has really changed a lot. Fang Rui walked up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder: "Do you want mom to push you?"

He is no longer a child, so Wei Cong should refuse.

Seeing his refusal, Fang Rui pulled his daughter's wooden horse bench under the tree and sat down next to Wei Songying: "I still have something on my mind. Although I may not be able to help you solve it, you can feel better if you tell me."

"The bet was lost." Wei Zongying said, "The bet was wrong."

Even though what he said didn't match the preface and the follower, Fang Rui still guessed: "Is it related to the person he likes?"

Seeing that Fang Rui had guessed it, Wei Zongying lowered his eyes, put his feet on the ground, and gently swung the swing. He was not an irritable or explosive person originally, as long as he did not meet his father head-on. However, in the face of all this, his mother's concern did not make him feel happy or comforted.

It's a complaint.

It was because he complained that they didn't love him that he fell into the trap so easily when Shi Yun showed those emotions and made peace with himself.

Fang Rui said nothing when he complained.

After her son finished yelling at her, she took a while before speaking again: "Go take a bath and have a good sleep."