If love can be booked

As night falls, there are only a few stars in the sky twinkling with faint light. The dream, the dream in my heart, seems to be getting farther and farther away.

Under the quiet moonlit night, your deep and charming eyes, are they just for me to indulge in? Are they longing for love? The dream of my youth, a warm family, with you, me, and the children we have conceived together.

Home, for me, is always the place of my heart. It is not only a physical space, but also a warm harbor where the soul can rest. There, there will be no restraint, no sadness, and no unintentional thoughts of him.

Just a home, not a luxurious villa by the sea, not a cold home decoration, not a silent emptiness, not the silence of waiting for you at home. I just want a simple and ordinary home, with you, me, and our lovely children. Is it a handsome boy or a beautiful and lovely girl?

I was filled with homesickness. I didn't dare go home. I was in such a mess. I just wanted to tell my family that I was doing well. At least, I had a stable job and could support myself. I just wished they were well.

Family affection is the most unique and precious emotion in the world. It does not need to be maintained deliberately, and it will not be alienated by time or distance.

The night was deep, and the clock quietly pointed to half past ten in the evening. At this moment, perhaps they had already fallen asleep?

"Wan Ning?" My mother's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, like a spring breeze blowing past my ears.

"Mom, I miss you..." Just this simple sentence made me tear up. It's not that I'm too sentimental, but this strong emotion is so intense that I'm afraid it will be gone in a flash and I won't have time to control it.

"Silly girl, mom and dad miss you too." Of course they miss you, silly girl. They are afraid that you will be bullied outside by yourself, and they are afraid that we won't be by your side when you cry.

"Are you asleep?" I asked cautiously, my voice so weak as if I was afraid of disturbing the other person's dream.

"No, I'm watching TV and getting ready for bed." The mother's gentle voice came, seeming to carry a hint of weariness.

"When will you be home? Your father is on a business trip, and I'm alone at home, it's empty." I was alone at home, empty, without the warmth on my left hand side, and her small bedroom was also empty. For a long time, the only voice I could hear was her voice through the phone.

Time passed quietly, and she no longer followed her parents around like she did when she was a child, like a child afraid of getting lost, calling out "Mom and Dad" sweetly. Time flies, and she is now 25 years old, and it is time to get married.

She has grown up so quietly, like a bud in spring, growing strong without anyone noticing. As a child, she was full of curiosity and desire to explore the world, and her parents accompanied her warmly every step of the way. Now, she has moved forward independently, exploring her own path in life.

"Dad is on a business trip again?" I listened to my mother's story quietly, my heart full of longing for my family. Home is always the harbor of the soul; the love of my parents is always my most solid support. No matter where I am, that family love will always accompany me, give me strength, and let me move forward courageously.

"Yes, I went to Jiangsu to do a project." Half of my life has passed, and I am more and more eager to have someone by my side, because I am afraid that one day I will leave suddenly.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go back when I'm free." But when is it really "free"? How long can I deceive myself with such an excuse? Go home, I miss home and him.

The locust tree, your face, the last time, the warmth in your arms, the goodbye you said? In my memory, your seventeen-year-old face is still so clear. However, other than that, everything else about you has become blurred. Are you okay? Do you feel lonely and isolated?

Do you think of me occasionally? I do think of you.

The night is so quiet, I can’t hear you talking, it’s just that I can’t hear you.

There are a few stars dotting the night sky outside the window. Is one of them you? I have been searching for you for a long, long time.