It was a winter night, the sky was completely dark, and the road was eerily quiet. The occasional cry of an owl on a tree branch, or a wing "flutter" of a turtle dove, will give people the creeps. I did not eat at lunch with my father, his fierce face made me lose interest in this home, so I thought of running away from home, and left this disgusting home in a huff. Where exactly I was going, I had no goal in my own mind.
A beam of light cast in the distance made me alert, I remembered the villainous robberies in novels and TV dramas, after all, I was still a minor girl, so I hid behind a tree by the roadside and quietly observed. An old man was dragging a car slowly, and an old woman in front of him used a flashlight to light his way. I was relieved to go out, but they were startled, it turned out that they were in front of the market town to sell baked sweet potatoes home. The old woman saw that I was alone, she clutched my hand for fear that I would run away and asked about the situation. I answered her questions truthfully, she did not say anything more, just took out a hot roasted sweet potato from the stove and shoved it into my hand. I said no, but my stomach was hungry and I was just saying that I didn't have any money in my pocket.
"Little girl, eat, I think you are also hungry, this sweet potato is for you, do not pay!" The old man said gently. "Thanks!" I didn't finish my words and gobbled it up. They saw me eating "bar-bar-bar-bar" look greedy, the old couple laughed. I licked my fingers on the mashed potatoes, while constantly thanking, then the old woman spoke: "You ate one of my sweet potatoes and thanked me a thousand times, then your parents raised you for more than ten years, you should have eaten how much of their food, how just for a sentence of unpleasant words to leave home, do you think it should be?" I froze, staring blankly at the old woman, chewing on this simple but powerful words, just now also indignant heart suddenly became guilty, I was speechless, just lowered the head of the still remaining anger.
"Little girl, go home, your parents will be anxious, maybe they are looking around for you." The oldest man said to console me. "Let's walk together for a while, we'll give you a ride when we get home later." The old woman took my hand and walked back.
The night was deeper, and I helped the oldest master push the car back, the cold wind blowing in my face, and not so harsh. The owl's occasional cry was no longer so sad, and the turtledove's "fluttering" seemed to be using its warm wings to shield its children from the wind and cold. I listened to the sound of the wheels of the car, which intertwined with the whistling of the north wind, as if playing a marching song to go home.
"Xiao Cui! Xiao Cui -" (pseudonym), in front of the familiar shouts, I know that is the mother and father tearing up the lungs calling. The hot tears could not be suppressed from the eyes out, could not help but responded loudly: "I'm here -"
"I'm here - - "I responded in unison with the oldest man and the old woman.
Walking home, it was as if I had grown up all of a sudden. This winter night deep path ah, it left my beautiful memories, left my deep growing footprints!