On a cold and windy winter night, a sudden ** bell broke the silence of midnight and dragged a middle-aged man back to reality from his dream. The words on the other end were short and nervous, telling him only to go home and pack his things as soon as possible. There was no detailed explanation, and there was no time to ponder it, but a monstrous wave had surged in the man's heart.
He immediately came to his senses, his heart full of uneasiness. The world outside the car window is shrouded in rain and snow, but the air inside the car is frozen and heavy. He drove the car, and his eyes revealed a deep melancholy and sadness, as if he had already felt something. For people of this age, the most feared thing is to receive the ** from their hometown in the middle of the night, and that feeling can only be deeply understood by those who have experienced it.
Although he had already established his family and business in the county seat, his parents still lived in the countryside. Without hesitation, he and his wife quickly packed their bags and drove to their hometown despite the rain, snow and darkness outside.
During the long journey, he barely said a word, just silently endured the pain in his heart, while trying to stay focused to ensure the safety of his family. His wife sat in the co-pilot's seat, her heart full of apprehension, but she chose to remain silent and just quietly stay by his side, giving him strength in her way.
Their car traveled through the wind and rain, in the direction of home, with deep worry and grief, but also with tacit understanding and support for each other. On this way home, their silence became the most sincere consolation, and their hearts were always closely connected.