In September, everything was as before except for the occasional sudden shower that disturbed the scorching sun in the clear sky.

On the subway, I saw a childish-looking boy carrying a backpack. His parents looked at him lovingly and held large and small bags in their hands.

I overheard their conversation, and their words were full of instructions.

It turns out that school started these days, and they accompanied the teenager to report to school.

I muttered in my heart, it turned out that it was the beginning of school season again.

What's different from the past is that I no longer have to go back to school to report.

I saw the young parents’ frost-white hair on their temples, their innocent faces, and their cheeks full of wrinkles as they kept smiling.

I couldn't help but think of the scene when I registered at university that year.

Although I repeatedly stated that I could report to school alone, I couldn't resist my parents' insistence, so I ended up going to school accompanied by my parents.

I remember that the sun was very bright that day. My parents were sweating profusely, dragging my heavy luggage, and accompanied me to go through all the admission procedures with heavy steps. They took the trouble to say those words of advice over and over again, and looked at me curiously with their eyes wide open.

Looking at the scenery on campus.

When I was in the dormitory, I chatted with my roommate's parents in non-standard Mandarin, talking about taking care of each other and getting along well, and then kept laughing.

When I was finally going back, my dad patted me on the shoulder, smoked a cigarette and walked away without saying a word, and my mom hugged me.

My nose felt sore, and I suddenly discovered that the years had already written vicissitudes on them. It turned out that my mother was so thin, and my father was not that tall.

In fact, I know that the reason why they insist on coming to school is to see the place where I will live, so that they can feel at ease.

I admit that the years in college were the most comfortable time I had spent in these years. I only knew my own pleasures and grudges. I was addicted to Nalan Xingde’s poems, read Haruki Murakami’s books, and became a fan of Jin Yong.

Young people don't know what it's like to be sad, and rarely think about the hard work of their parents.

When I was young, I tried hard to get out of school and get rid of the protection of my parents, thinking that this meant true independence and freedom.

It wasn't until I was really faced with the dilemma of life that I had to bite the bullet, and I realized that before that, my parents' rickety figures had been bearing all the weight for me.

If your life is particularly easy and smooth now, someone must be shouldering the weight you should bear for you.

The person who carries the weight for you is always afraid that you will be too tired, so he puts the most weight on his shoulders.

You can't see the darkness, not because the darkness has not come, but because someone is trying their best to block the darkness where you can't see it.

2 Brother Hao is the deputy general manager of the company. He learned from an old colleague that after getting married, Brother Hao arranged for his wife, Sister Zhen, to work in the financial department of the company. The couple worked in the same company and were very affectionate.

Just like his name, Brother Hao is outgoing and friendly to others. He is always extra patient with newcomers like us. And his biggest characteristic is his hard work and hard work.

When we arrive at the company at nine o'clock every morning, we have already seen Brother Hao busy in the office.

I don’t know what time he leaves every day. I only know that when we get off work at 6 o’clock on time, Brother Hao is still busy.

One time I worked overtime until nearly 11 o'clock because I was rushing to meet the company's project plan. This was the first time I worked overtime so late. When I was preparing to pack up and get off work, Brother Hao happened to come out of the office and saw that I hadn't left yet.

"Sheng, it's so late. Let me drive you back."

I chatted all over the place with Brother Hao in the car, asking Brother Hao about some work issues from time to time. Finally, when we were about to arrive, I couldn't help but asked Brother Hao, "Why are you working so hard?"

I think this is a question that most people in the company want to ask.

Brother Hao laughed a few times and said, "I have no choice, I have to support my family."

I forgot what time I returned to the dormitory from get off work that day. I only remember that the dim light and shadow of the street lamp stretched Brother Hao's figure very long.

Let's talk about Sister Zhen. Perhaps it is because of Brother Hao's popularity in the company that Sister Zhen is also respected in the company.

Different from Brother Hao's desperate drive, Sister Zhen always depends on her mood when going to work.

I never go to work more than three days a week. I show my face from time to time and then go back. Sometimes I don't even see him in the company once a month.

Sister Zhen's circle of friends has always been filled with food streets and various brand stores in various places. Today she travels there and tomorrow she goes to a certain scenic spot. She lives a free and unrestrained life.

When colleagues sometimes ask Sister Zhen, Sister Zhen always hums and says, "It's okay, you have Brother Hao here."

Unlike the dazzling sister Zhen, Brother Hao, who is in his early thirties, looks like a little old man.

Colleagues discussed privately that Sister Zhen had married a good husband, but they also felt sorry for Brother Hao.

At the end of the year, the department and Brother Hao went out to have a dinner together. They drank and exchanged glasses, and everyone took turns toasting to Brother Hao.

At the end of the drink, Brother Hao's face turned red and he looked dazed. He suddenly fell down on the dining table and burst into tears.

Everyone looked at each other in silence.