Ye Ling was born in a very ordinary working class family.
His parents were ordinary workers in the small town's factories.
At that time, there were many workers.
Before this, a large number of workers were laid off and many factories closed down.
Fortunately, Ye Ling's parents were able to keep their jobs.
Therefore, although their family was not considered rich, they did not have to worry about food and drink. They could be considered a happy family of three.
The days passed peacefully and warmly for many years. Ye Ling's parents were very good to him. Although they were not rich, they would try their best to satisfy their son's needs and never made him feel inferior.
After entering high school, Ye Ling became rebellious and sensitive due to a series of changes in his mentality during his growth period, commonly known as puberty.
In the beginning, he was not as obedient to his parents and teachers as he was when he was young.
Sometimes, he even deliberately went against them, admiring their angry or sad expressions.
Ye Ling's parents were not well-educated and did not understand that education was actually a complicated thing. They could only suppress their son's rebellion with simple and crude force or verbal scolding.
They didn't understand why the obedient and sensible child would change overnight.
As time went on, the relationship between the parents and children became worse and worse.
Both parties lacked communication. The more they did not communicate, the more they did not want to communicate. They fell into an endless cycle.
Sometimes, when they were in a cold war, the family could not speak for a few days.
Without proper guidance, Ye Ling's life had fallen.
After that, she became more and more distant from her parents.
Although his parents tried their best to ease the relationship with their son, it did not help in the end.
Ye Ling remembered the day his mother was diagnosed with cancer. That was the first time he saw his father cry.
The strong and resolute man held the medical record, tears flowing non-stop.
That day was also the first time Ye Ling had quarreled with his parents before meeting them.
He remembered that at his mother's funeral, his father was so sad that he fainted. After he woke up, he had changed a lot.
He didn't like to talk, and his spirit became listless.
Her back bent down, and her hair turned silver.
He had actually aged a lot.
His father, who did not like to talk, became even more taciturn. Without his mother to mediate, the father and son were basically silent at home.
After a long time, Ye Ling could not stand the atmosphere at home, so he left.
Ye Ling's recollection came to an abrupt end. He felt his eyes heat up as if something was about to pop out.
In fact, there were no children who did not love their parents, and there were no parents who did not love their children.
It was just that both sides had used the wrong method at a special time.
If only Ye Ling had been less stubborn during puberty and had been more understanding towards his parents.
If only parents could not be so domineering and listen to their children's true thoughts, put down their airs as elders, and get closer to their children's hearts.
Then everything would be different.
Before he knew it, Ye Ling had already walked to the door of his house.
It was a tube-shaped apartment building from more than twenty years ago, a staff dormitory allocated by the factory.
There might be more than a dozen families living on the first floor.
Each room was only about 50 to 60 square meters in size, but there were many families of three stuffed inside.
There were piles of junk in the corridor. Some families with better environments even had air conditioner cooling cases hanging outside.
There were often black water stains on the ground that could not be wiped clean.
The corner of the wall was damp all year round, and the shady place was covered with moss.
There were also green vines winding up the walls. Once it was summer, the entire building looked gloomy and green.
Ye Ling still remembered his childhood.
Every household built their kitchen outside.
Therefore, every time it was time to cook, the corridor was filled with cooking fumes.
The aroma of the food could even float a few meters away with the wind.
Some children could smell the aroma of their own home cooking and would automatically go home to eat when it was time.
Ye Ling was the one whose parents would shout at him every time, only to be dragged back by his ears.
Her memories drifted far away. When she looked up, she had already walked downstairs.
When he habitually reached into his pocket, he remembered that he used to hang his keys on his belt buckle in high school.
Ye Ling's hands were still shaking when he took out the key.
Although she had thought of her parents several times in her memories, she felt a little timid when she really wanted to see them.
Was he afraid of facing the past, or was he afraid that he would not be able to suppress his emotions when he saw his familiar parents?
During high school, his relationship with his parents was already very strained.
It was almost to the point where he did not speak much.
He inserted the key into the lock with a trembling hand and turned it to the right.
"Kacha!"
The old iron door creaked and slowly opened.
A faint warm yellow light shone out from the door and hit Ye Ling's face.
The familiar smell of porridge assailed his nostrils. In the past, studying in high school was tough. Almost every night after self-study, his mother would cook him some supper.
Sometimes it was a bowl of egg noodles, and sometimes it was plain porridge and side dishes.
All kinds of emotions were mixed up.
Ye Ling felt a lump in his throat and tears were about to fall.
He sorted out his emotions, pushed the door open, and walked in.
"Mom, I'm back."
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