If love can be booked

In the hustle and bustle of the city, I often think of my home far away. There, there are the laughter of my childhood and the ignorant dreams of my youth. Whenever night falls, the brilliant lights of the city form a sharp contrast with the loneliness in my heart, and I will deeply feel the longing for home.

The appearance of home is always so clear and yet so vague. I vaguely remember that the old locust tree in front of my house would bloom with flowers every spring, and the fragrance would spread everywhere. In the summer evenings, my family and I would enjoy the cool under the tree, listen to the cicadas chirping, and watch the sunset slowly set. At that time, I always felt that there was still a long way to go and the future was promising.

However, in order to follow his footsteps, I came to this strange city. The prosperity and busyness of the city made me gradually forget what my home looked like, but every time when it was late at night, the longing for home would surge into my heart like a tide. I missed the meals cooked by my mother, the warm smile of my father, and the changing seasons of my hometown.

"Mom, how are you and Dad doing lately?" Call home to let them know you're safe. Haven't you just realized now that parents' love is the most selfless? Sometimes, they call just to know how you're doing?

"Okay, we can take care of ourselves at home." My daughter grew up and lived far away.

"By the way, how is your work? Is it going well?" Their warm voices always come from the other end of the phone, asking about my recent situation. They don't expect me to make a lot of money, but just hope that I can live happily and work smoothly. I know that their hearts are full of care and worry about me, and all I can do is to reassure them.

"It's fine, my colleagues are all nice, you don't have to worry." She kept their worries in mind. I tried to answer in a relaxed tone, not wanting them to worry about me. However, I knew that no matter where I went, they would always be concerned about me.

"Where's Dad?" Sometimes, my mother would cry emotionally, and I always tried to hide my emotions. How long has it been? I forgot the feeling of being pampered.

"Shen Wanning." He called out 'Shen Wanning' through the microphone. He was always used to calling herself Shen Wanning, and she was also used to hearing him call her Shen Wanning. It didn't feel strange, but she felt that her name should be called like this.

"Dad, what are you doing? Watching TV?" It's past nine o'clock. It looks like they're going to sleep. They go to bed early because of mom's menopause.

"No, you're tinkering with the computer here with your mother." Computers are really hard to learn. I've been tinkering with them for almost two weeks, but I still don't understand them.

"Oh, how is it? Isn't it easy to learn?" Once, I told them that they could watch videos online after learning computers, and they kept thinking about it. Although they encountered many difficulties in the process of learning computers, they never gave up. I know that the reason they worked so hard was just to let me see them online and feel the warmth of home.

"It's not difficult. You can see us online in a few days." It's not difficult. Why haven't you figured it out yet? I just don't want to tell her that my computer is almost broken by them. I really need to ask someone in a few days.

"Okay." Whenever I think of this, my eyes always moisten unconsciously. In fact, I miss home, too. I really miss home. There are my dearest people, the most familiar smells, and the emotions that I cannot give up. No matter where I go, home is always the warmest harbor in my heart. I often feel exhausted and long to throw away all the troubles, return to you, and accompany you until you are old. However, there are always many ties in life that make it impossible for people to do what they want.

"By the way, how are you and that guy surnamed Chu?" He finally couldn't help asking, with a lingering sense of uneasiness in his heart. After all, from his perspective as an experienced person, the man didn't love her, but he was afraid that his daughter would be hurt by the situation, so after much hesitation, he decided to ask about the situation to make him feel more at ease.

"It's fine, it's fine." The daughter answered casually, but the unnatural tone in her voice still did not escape her father's sharp ears. Was this sentence a self-consolation for herself, or was it really as the literal meaning expressed that everything was going well? What was the real state of their relationship? Countless questions came to my mind, making me worried.

"Don't worry about me, Dad. I'm fine." Not wanting her father to worry, the daughter pretended to be relaxed and comforted him, saying that everything was fine and there was no need to worry. However, only she knew in her heart that the so-called "fine" was just a self-deception.

"Don't force yourself. I just want to see my daughter happy." As a father, how could he not see his daughter's stubbornness and stubbornness? How could he not understand her sensitive and fragile heart? But most of the time, he was powerless except for feeling distressed. He could only pray silently that her future days would be less difficult and more happy.

"Don't worry, Dad, as long as you and Mom are fine, I will be fine, really." Perhaps as she gets older, gets farther away from home, and experiences more, the daughter's understanding of family affection becomes more profound. The emotions that were once ignored or forgotten gradually become clearer and become a concern that she can never let go of and can never forget.

"Your mother and I are fine, take care of yourself." Whenever I say this, a complex emotion always surges in my heart. The children are gradually growing up, and I should let them fly freely, but occasionally I can't help but walk into her bedroom and sit quietly for a while, as if her once childish cry echoes in my ears: "Dad, Dad..."

"Well, then you guys should go to bed early." Lying on the bed, holding the mobile phone, thinking about his worries for a long time.

When we were young, we often complained that our parents were too busy and devoted all their energy to work, but we forgot that they worked hard just to give the family a better life.

As time goes by, we gradually grow up, learn to understand and tolerate, and no longer care about and demand too much. However, those beautiful childhood memories gradually become blurred under the erosion of time. We used to follow our parents' footsteps closely, running and shouting happily; and our eyes were filled with their kind figures.

After entering high school, I could only go home once a month to enjoy a delicious meal and have a good sleep.

When I entered university, I was getting farther and farther away from home, and I only had the opportunity to go home twice a year.

Now that I’m working in a foreign place, the number of times I can go home has become unknown.

Home? Maybe it's just a desire for a warm harbor and a sense of security. This is what he can never give. Dad said, don't force it, does he think he is not good enough?