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ate bread for seven whole days. The body becomes as hard as bread. You can smell the fragrance of flour in the air.
Get used to getting up at 6:40 in the morning.
Wash in the bathroom.
I don't like turning on the lights. Don't want to look in the mirror. Creates a glossy finish.
The pajamas were casually thrown on the bed. Open the curtains and let the sun shine in.
Pedestrians downstairs in twos and threes.
There was no notification tone of the arrival of the courier on the phone. I thought that I would no longer have to go through the convenience store at the gate of the community and walk in to pick up the express delivery full of guilt.
The two-year-old mobile phone not only consumes too much power, but also has hardware problems. Are you struggling every day which mobile phone software to uninstall so as not to make your phone so stuck?
Clothes are drying on the balcony.
A scooter has become the best use for drying shoes.
? Change your clothes for work and set off for work.
Buy breakfast on the roadside.
Food slides down the throat into the stomach.
A dirty river flows under the bridge.
In September, the sweet-scented osmanthus has already bloomed.
Because she was born in September. Her mother named her September.
September is recording her daily life every day. Since she has memory and can write. The thick notebook is full of dense words.
She lives with her mother on the outskirts of the city.
Going to school, graduating, and working without leaving home for 40 kilometers.
Her hair is very long.
I am very envious of the girls on the street who can dye their hair into colorful colors.
She likes fluffy curly hair.
She wants to get a new phone.
But when she comes home from a busy day. I saw my mother, who was unable to take care of herself because of an illness, and the cramped room.
She didn't have the courage to realize these fantasies.
Every day when I get home, I have to wipe my mother's body. Clean up the urinals and excrement basins placed under the bed board.
Sprinkle the scent of vanilla in every corner of the room.
Even if I work late, I still go to the vegetable market to buy fresh vegetables. Prepare dinner with care.
She and her mother depend on each other for life. Life is tight. calm.
Never thought about falling in love and getting married.
I want to take good care of my mother.
The mother is lying on the bed. His mouth was dry and he couldn't speak a word.
Occasionally she would mention that people often sell candied haws at the door.
That was a long time ago.
Mother's memory only stays in the house that was not demolished.
Dad didn't come back as promised.
He married and had children in another city.
The mother lived with her in the house left by her grandmother.
September's handwriting is beautiful. Perhaps it is the good gene inherited from my father who loves to read.
She met her father three times in total.
Once was when she was born.
Once was when my grandmother passed away.
The last time was when Dad came back to pick up the luggage.
When she was young, she didn't know what happened between her parents.
Mom squatted on the ground and cried. I cried so much.
"If you have the ability, you will never come back." This is what the mother said to the father.
She was afraid that her father would really not come back. I followed my father and ran a long way.
Dad bent down and looked at her tenderly.
"September, would you like to go back?"
"No Dad. September wants Dad."
"Be obedient. Dad will definitely come back. There is a little problem with the relationship between mom and dad. We all need to calm down for a while. Believe in dad, he will definitely come back."
This lie sustained her for a long time.
?From five to 23 years old.
Dad never came back. He was worried that he didn't know that the old house would be demolished and he couldn't find his way home, so he deliberately left her contact information around the old house.
But no one ever called her.
She misses him.
I really hope that someone can share the pain of the other half of her life for her.
The mother became ill when she was 16 years old.
She was in class at the time. Called to answer a phone call.
The hospital issued a critical illness notice.
She stumbled all the way to the hospital. Sweat mixed with tears slid down his cheeks.
The mother's life was saved.
But paralyzed on the bed forever.
To take care of my mother. She can't go to school. After graduating from high school, I went to find a job near my home.
While repaying the hospital's debts. While saving money for the mother's medical treatment.
I thought about asking my father for help.
But she couldn't find her father's contact information.
I don't even know which city he is in.
Fate tore a hole in her sky. She can only swallow the wet reality, close her eyes, and live better and better.
After September used up the last battery of the mobile phone, I remembered that I forgot to check the balance of the bank card.
It's her birthday in two days.
It's not a special age. Even with only her mother's company, she still wants to have a special and meaningful birthday.
But because she is poor, she must restrain her spending.
You can have no cake, but you must cook some delicious meals to reward yourself for your hard work.
There may be no words of blessing, but you must be happy.
She is studying a book on computer flat knitting machines.
A thick book.
Perhaps it has something to do with her work. Her job is nothing more than packing clothes. It has nothing to do with computerized flat knitting machines.
Maybe it's just because this book was published by China Textile University.
Her father graduated from that university.
She looked quickly.
The brain forms a special memory layer.
? Needle bed, kicker plate, yarn threading device.
? Tuck the circle, take off the circle, and move the bed.
Any pattern can vary from 1 by 1 thread.
The beginning of the 1.5 special idling is the best.
The selector has eight contacts.
Under the action of the triangle, it can be completed, the needle does not come out, the loop is tucked, and the loop is removed.
What can I do after reading these?
She still does work that has nothing to do with computerized flat knitting machines.
Have never envied anyone.
She was carrying a battered canvas bag. There was a little pocket money in the bag, that's all.
A colleague complained to her.
"Xiao Zhang and I made an appointment to visit the newly opened supermarket in the afternoon, but we haven't seen anyone yet."
She smiled slightly when she heard it.
"Just listen to something."
Just like what my father said back then.
She shouldn't have taken it seriously. I wanted to say that a man's words should not be believed.
I don't think it's appropriate to say it. After all, I couldn't bear to say anything.
It shouldn't be so hurtful.
She was walking on an uneven road. Without the house her grandmother left behind, she and her mother would not have been able to survive. And she will still live on the house her mother left behind.
Everyone will disappear. Complete the reincarnation in the world.
September is the day when sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom. And her heart was filled with melancholy.
People who long to see will eventually come back.
Have hope and hope in your heart.
Just like when I was a child on a snowy night, squatting in front of the window and watching the snowflakes outside.
Dad will be back. she whispered. Stepping on the white snowflakes, take her away. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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