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I got into the study at the right time and ran to my father to tease my sister. My sister is very funny. She grins all day long and smiles when she sleeps. We all say that my mother laughed too much when she was pregnant, so she was raised so dull.

I put my finger under her short and fat neck and scratched it, and she giggled. Her eyes narrowed like a crescent moon, and the fat lotus root joint calves kicked hard. With this kick, the milk in the stomach overflowed and flowed to the belly pocket.

My sister's little mouth seems to be still evoking the fragrance of milk. Dad raised his eyelids and looked at his mother, as if to say, "See? The child is full and plans to breastfeed.

Mom didn't look at my father, but directly made a mess with me: "Tiantian, why are you messing with your sister again?"

"Oh, Hua Xiaochi!"

I walked over and shouted at my sister. The girl was scolded and smiled happily, and the milk in her mouth was about to spray.

"Why do you eat or sleep all day long, sleep or eat? Are you a pig or a human? Come on, brother, I'll take you to exercise to promote digestion!" As I said, I took my sister away from my father's hand.

This girl is getting worse and worse. It doesn't matter if she is fat now. Don't grow crooked in the future. It's not good to become the first fat man in our family and destroy our excellent slim genes! However, she can't blame her for her weight. If she wants to complain, she has to blame my parents.

The business is not a very busy cycle. Dad likes to keep Xiaochi by his side when working in the study. Sitting in a wheelchair, he put Xiaochi on his lap, hugged her soft body with one hand, turned over the information with the other, bowed his head from time to time, and rubbed her little face. Afraid of hurting Xiaochi's skin, Dad shaved his beard very clean, and there was no scum at all.

In fact, my father is very focused on his work and can't be distracted at all, but he still insists on doing so. Ask him why?

"It's too shameless to look at it all the time. It's too little to see it at the point. It's better to keep her concern."

Xiao Chi has become his father's weapon. Because Xiao Chi is here, my mother always has to run to the study from time to time. She is in charge of the floral garden undertaken by her father and has also learned some gardening in the past two years. In fact, there are several gardeners in the garden. My mother doesn't have to go to the ground, but she likes it.

She always wears comfortable casual clothes, wears an apron, and her long hair is casually tied into a fluffy bun with a headscarf. When I came to the study, my mother took off the apron and gloves she wore when cutting flowers and grass, but over time, she still carried a fresh earth fragrance. My mother is still the same as before, with a small body, just like her name, pocket.

When my mother walked into the study, I saw that Xiao Chi was intact and was not forgotten. In the face of my father's "what's the matter", my mother found all kinds of excuses, such as Xiao Chi's time to breastfeed, change diapers, time to go to bed, and so on. Therefore, Xiao Chi is always very busy.

Mom only mentioned it once in a reluctant tone: "You're busy, or I'll bring it later."

Dad replied in a casual and non-negotiable tone, "Don't talk about this matter."

Mom said "Oh" gently without arguing. Dad paused for a moment and said in a slightly blunt tone, "Unless you are next to me."

"Eh?"

"Come here." Dad ordered.

So, sometimes the study is also a bedroom, and being optimistic about my mother and Xiao Chi are the greatest pleasures for my father after work. My grandmother and I sometimes squeezed in the crack of the door and secretly looked inside. We saw my mother holding Xiaochi in her arms and patting her to coax her to sleep. My father leaned next to my mother, leaned his chin on the neck of my mother's collarbone, and couldn't take my eyes off her. I grinned, and then my grandmother would poke me on the elbow. "Kid, what else are you looking at?"

"Oh, oh!" I realized it and understood what grandma meant. I pushed the door open and went in: "Cough, it's my turn to bring it!"

I didn't notice that my parents had brought their faces closer when I opened the door and were scared by my surprise, like two fish in the water swimming separately.

"Xiao Chi can see it. Why did I come in like seeing a ghost?" I took Xiaochi away and didn't forget to mutter. As a result, I was scolded by my mother: "I'm daydreaming in broad daylight. It's all nonsense."

"That's right." Dad helped next to him, and then continued to scold: "Kid, if you want to come in next time, either early or late, don't pick the middle."

I made an "OK" gesture to my father, and then slipped out of his mother's speechless air with a red face. Then, what about the two people who were interrupted by me in the middle? Hey hey, I don't think I need to talk about it anymore.

But this time, I showed up at the right time, because it was time for my parents to prepare lunch. After I took Xiaochi away, my mother pushed my father into the kitchen. In those years when my father was away, my mother was alone in the United States. She also learned to cook and cook by herself. She has made a lot of progress, but her knife skills can't be compared with her father.

My mother made some space in the garden to grow vegetables. The soil here is particularly fertile. All kinds of fruits and vegetables are easy to grow. My mother always inadvertently can open a large area, and it is fat and big.

Mom often shouts to cut the vegetables into shreds, because when she says so, Dad will put down his work and come to look at her. Over the years, my father's legs have slowly recovered a little. Now he can stand up freely and start to learn to walk by himself. Mom is very careful when she cuts shreds, but because she is careful, she cuts very heavily every time. From that sound, you can hear that the person who cuts vegetables is still very strange. Dad couldn't stand it, so he stood over with a wheelchair, bent down and said to his mother, "I'll do it."

Dad stood on the kitchen table and cut potatoes, and his mother stood beside him. Dad is very skillful in cutting, and his arms are hardly too large, so it's easy to do it.

The mother held it, and her arms slowly turned around his waist, hugging his father from the side or back. Fortunately, it is not hot in July in Australia. If it enters summer in two or three months, it is estimated that the sweat of the two people will drip into the dishes!

In fact, with his father's current leg strength, it is not a problem to stand and finish a meal, but he still let his mother help him like that. He felt that his mother might be tired, so he flirted with her: "What's nervous? Relax."

"I'm not for you, but for my lunch with my child."

"Are you still stubborn?" After saying that, Dad broke her body and put it in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her.

I didn't peek, but sometimes the two people are really not easy to worry. Several times the smell of burning has spread to my room. When I came out, I saw that the two people were still sticking together like meat and cutting boards. I really don't know whether the IQ of the person in love has decreased, or the sense of smell has become dull, or I don't have to breathe at all when I kiss. In my opinion, all three are!

Dad's leg injury was caused by a car accident many years ago. After he fell off the cliff, he was rescued by the residents of the mountain tribe. Dad was seriously injured and in a coma for a long time. When he woke up, he had to rely on a wheelchair. The doctor said that my father had a serious crushing fracture and a broken ligament. It took a long time to return to normal walking.

That's why my mother and I waited for 5 years to see the traces left by my father in C City. Seeing the last photo with the word "Zhen" left by the coffee shop, my mother was sure that her father had not left.

My mother and I have suffered a lot in those five years of waiting. We also expected that if Dad was still there, he might also suffer all kinds of hardships, but later, after knowing his experience over those years, we were still heartbroken.

My mother really saw my father a year after I came back from City C with her. The waiting of that year is much more than the waiting of the previous five years. I can see my mother's changes every day, like getting out of the cold chrysalis and receiving the baptism of fresh air.

That year, Uncle Vivian and Aunt Hu Yue were ready to get married. At that time, Vivian and Hu Yue had been in love for several years, but Vivian did not propose for a long time, and his mother was worried for Hu Yue. Aunt Hu Yue just said that Vivian was doing a very important thing, a very important thing for him. When she finished this, the two of them would start to prepare for marriage. In fact, Aunt Hu Yue urged her to get married a few years ago, but later she changed her attitude. In the face of Vivian's extraordinary frequency of business trips and haunting whereabouts, she did not complain, but also supported him abnormally, and had a lot of determination to wait for him.

The year after my mother and I came back from City C, we finally heard the news of their marriage. The wedding was not held, but many good friends in the circle were still invited. Vivian likes to shoot films. He works with several partners to create wedding videos that belong to him and Hu Yue. It is said that he captured Aunt Hu Yue's heart with a confession video.

In her toast to the couple, the mother mentioned, "From the beginning to the end, accompany each other". Aunt Hu Yue cried with her mother in her arms, and finally the makeup was spent on her mother's dress.

Aunt Hu Yue rarely is so pretentious, and that is the first time she hugs her mother. Even when her mother wanted to leave her to develop in the United States, Aunt Hu Yue didn't cry so much when she sent her on the plane.

Aunt Hu Yue almost cried out of breath. Her mother gently turned her body and asked her to lean on Vivian's shoulder. Vivian gently patted Aunt Hu Yue and finally calmed her down.

"Thank you, pocket." The corners of Vivian's eyes were wet.

My mother didn't notice the strangeness of this scene at the wedding. She only regarded it as a sentimental picture of the wedding. It was not until soon after the wedding that she found the secret behind Vivian that she understood why Hu Yue cried to her that day.

It was the day after the wedding. Hu Yue asked her mother to help her sort out the wedding videos and photos. On that day, Vivian and her father's other assistant, Han Lu, were there. When my mother was sorting out the video, she accidentally saw Vivian's latest edited film and knew that they had been making a natural and humanistic documentary.

At the instigation of Hu Yue, my mother opened the film to watch. Uncle German dog once mentioned to his mother that his father made this kind of documentary when he was in South Korea, and his father had a preference for integrating the natural element of the valley. Over the years when I couldn't find my father, my mother has read several documentaries made by my father. Because of my love for Wu, my mother has also dabbled in documentaries on related topics.

When I saw the title of the film edited by Vivian and the opening speech, my mother's heart trembled. Looking at the camera from black and white to color in the first act, the story slowly unfolded, and my mother subconsciously had a hunch. The editing, radio, perspective and lens of the whole film seem to be the same as the film my mother has seen.

It was not until she saw the name of the producer and producer that my mother understood in a trance why the film was filled with her familiar taste from beginning to end.

That was taken by my father in the years of his disappearance. The documentary shoots several stories of a tribal nation in the southwest valley. The film takes mountains as the main scenic element and records the local valley from spring to summer, from summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, and finally standing into a solemn iceberg.

The streams and rivers in the valley, grass and trees flow freely under the camera, blooming naturally, as soft as the lives of the people recorded in the film, and as beautiful as their hearts. All the silence and noise, joy and sadness are condensed in the script, until the ice and snow melt in the long current of day and night, and the next spring will be ushered in.

The title of the film is "Return", and the speech is, "If the person waiting hasn't come yet, it's because he is still on the way."