The Spring Festival is approaching, and the atmosphere is warm and busy
I also bought my ticket home in advance with anticipation and excitement. Thinking that I could surprise my parents, I decided to give each of them a red envelope of 2,000 yuan. As a reward for my hard work over the past year, it is also a small thank you for their nurturing grace.
Finally, on a sunny morning, I dragged my luggage on the train home. The carriage was bustling with children, adults talking and laughing, as if the whole world was full of joy and anticipation.
After a few hours of driving, I finally returned to my familiar hometown. As soon as I got out of the car, I couldn't wait to rush home, imagining my parents' surprised expressions when they saw me. However, when I opened the door, I realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Mom and Dad sat on the couch and looked at me seriously. My heart pounded, and I thought: Could it be that something is happening?
"Son, you're back. Mom forced out a smile, but her eyes were full of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
"Well, Mom, I'm back. I cautiously answered, and at the same time took out the prepared red envelope from my pocket and handed it to them. "This is a red envelope for you, I hope you like it. ”
Unexpectedly, my father's face turned black all of a sudden. He stared at me and said sternly, "What do you mean? We worked hard to raise you, and you will send us away with these two red envelopes?" How much money have you made this year?"
I was stunned, I didn't expect such a reaction at all. I tried to explain: "Dad, it's not like this, this is what I specially prepared for you, it's a little bit of what I miss about you......"
"Feelings, is this the little money that is called the heart?" Dad interrupted me, and his tone became more stern. "Look at other people's children, give tens of thousands of dollars to their parents during the Chinese New Year, what about you?
I felt aggrieved and sad, and I felt like I had been poured a bucket of cold water. I thought they would be happy and moved, but I didn't expect them to be so disgusted and dissatisfied.
Mom didn't speak, just sighed silently, her eyes full of disappointment.
At that moment, I suddenly felt like a superfluous person, an unwanted being. The warmth and joy that I had hoped for disappeared in an instant, replaced by endless embarrassment and loss.
I silently put away the red envelope, with mixed feelings in my heart. I don't know what to say or what to do. I just felt empty in my heart, as if I had lost something important.
"Since you're not satisfied, I'll go back to the rental house first. I whispered an answer, then turned and left the house.
Walking through familiar streets, I felt like I had arrived in a strange world. The originally lively street has become deserted at the moment, as if even the air is full of oppression and heaviness.
I went back to my rental house and sat quietly on my bed alone, staring out the window at the sky. I don't know how I got like this, how I became so incomprehensible and accepted.
I remember when I was a child, my parents always loved me so much. Whatever I do, they support and encourage me. But now, they have become so strange and indifferent, as if there is an insurmountable gulf between us.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do or where to go. I just felt lost and helpless, as if the whole world had lost its color.
In this way, I spent the Spring Festival alone in a rental house that should have been full of joy and reunion. Whenever I hear the sound of firecrackers and laughter outside, I can't help but think of home, that once warm and familiar place.
As time passed, I gradually came out of my loss and confusion. I began to reflect on myself and began to understand my parents' thoughts and feelings. Maybe they don't really hate the fact that I give too few red envelopes, but they have higher expectations and requirements for me.
I also began to understand that family affection is not simply giving and receiving, but requires understanding and tolerance from both parties. I need to work harder and keep improving myself so that they can really be proud and satisfied with me.
After the Chinese New Year, I packed my bags and boarded the train back to the city again. I know there's still a long way to go, but I believe that as long as I keep trying, one day I'll find my own piece of the sky.
And that Spring Festival, although full of regret and loss, became an unforgettable experience in my life. It has made me cherish my family and friends even more, and it has also strengthened my beliefs and goals.
Perhaps, this is the price of growth. We are always torn between gains and losses, constantly groping our way forward. But no matter what, we can't give up the love and pursuit of life, because only in this way can we truly live a wonderful life of our own.
At the end of the story, I stood on a bustling city street, feeling this familiar and strange world. I know that my story continues, and I will take this experience and insights with me to the future.
I hope that this story can resonate and think about everyone, make us cherish our relatives and friends more around us, and let us be more determined to follow our own life path. If you like this story, please like and retweet it so that more people can see it and feel its power and warmth.