As a rebellious teenager, I have always envied those students who can go out to eat or stay at school by themselves. Because they can get rid of their parents' control and realize their dream of self-independence, as if they had to be big. And I, because I live close to home, can only go home for dinner at noon every night.
I've always been disgusted. You can't choose what you want to eat, and you have to face endless nagging and judgment from your parents at the dinner table. This is a sad thing. And my classmates, because they live far away, all live on campus, so they can eat in the canteen. Even, a few people together, mighty, smiled and went to the restaurant next to the school for dinner. In the meantime, you can order what you want to eat, and you can speak without fear, but you can't talk to your parents. . .
Finally, one day, I have a chance to eat by myself!
My parents' company suddenly became very busy, as if I had to 10+0 1 go home every night. Because I can't go home and cook for me, I can have lunch and dinner with my classmates by giving me 20 yuan for food every day. Hearing the news, I can't help but be overjoyed! Finally, I can join the "Eating Out Party"! Go out with classmates every day, have a happy meal and chat happily.
But, ah, fate is so ruthless, because something happened in the surrounding schools, and the school asked the boarding students not to leave the school after school in the afternoon. So, I'm the only one for dinner.
A person eats in a noisy restaurant, a person walks home through the night and the stream flowing out of the street lamp, a person passes by the unit room where there is a playful sound from time to time, and a person walks into the door of the black hole. . .
Loneliness is no longer a buzzword on the internet, nor are it two square words. . . Loneliness is like a heavy night sky, which covers my life lightly and domineering. No matter how busy the restaurant is, I am like an outsider, quietly eating my share of the meal and making way for my long-awaited family. Other people's parents nagged their children under the street lamp, and I listened to the wind quietly under the street lamp. . . Now that I think about it, are those people I envy sighing silently in my heart? . .
One day, the school asked for a medical examination fee, and after paying the money, my meal money was not settled.
Walking in the afterglow, I slowly walked on my way home. On the side are pupils who have just left school, chattering with grandparents and parents, jumping around excitedly. . . I suddenly have an impulse to cry. I silently walked downstairs under the magnolia tree, put down my bag, sat under the tree, breathed fresh air against the trunk, and looked up at the sky at 45 degrees. Watching the sunset gradually sink, watching the moon rise slowly, and watching the street lamps on the road light up one by one. . .
With a sigh, I looked at my watch. At 7: 30, I picked up my bag and walked upstairs. I opened the door, but I was frightened by the dazzling light! Looking up, mother is busy in and out of the kitchen!
"Come back! Today, the company has an early holiday, so I'll come back and cook you a big meal! I can't eat many good things outside these weeks alone ... "It's endless nagging again, but why do I feel so sweet? Put down your bag quickly, wash your hands and go to the toilet, suppress your feelings, eat quietly, and go back to your room with your bag. Close the door, but feel that the skirt has been slowly soaked. . .
The taste of home is very strange. Not a wanderer, I don't know its essence. Maybe I would despise this statement before, but after this time, my homesickness will be deeply engraved in my heart!