The teenager boarded the school he most desired, and his parents were very happy and bought him the latest mobile phone.
He has his own WeChat and added some friends, of course, his parents are no exception.
I wonder if the temptation of the game is too big or how to get it, he is obsessed with the game. He was restless during the class and was drowsy until the bell rang at the end of the class. He must be the most awake. He rushed out of the classroom without looking back, looking for a "treasure place" for him to play games.
Gradually, the content in the circle of friends gradually changed from life to games and bars.
One day, as usual, he opened a circle of friends and found a name. A name he hadn't seen in a long time appeared in the comment area. "Mom: It's better to have less contact with these things." When he saw this comment, he was furious and set up his parents to establish the circle of friends together, which means that the son circle they saw in the future had only one bar.
He drinks and plays games every day. One day, the silence of the bedroom shattered by a ringtone. He looked at the phone. It was his father's call. "Hey, Xiaoming, please send a few circles of friends to your parents! Your mother has been dazing at the bar in your circle of friends recently!"
The mobile phone in his hand landed on the table and made an unwilling noise, and he cried.
The people in the school were very surprised, and Xiao Ming, who was playing games day and night and was in a bar, disappeared. A brand new, hardworking Xiao Ming appeared in the classroom. His parents' mobile phones also became colorful again: green in spring, red in summer, yellow in autumn, and white in winter. The exchange of information in the circle of friends has also become more numerous. In the circle of friends, it became a warm current and shuttled between his and his parents' hearts.
Everything is on track.
The final bell rang, and the teenager entered the examination room with a smile. He opened his pen case, and others found that the pictures on it, from the portraits of the game, in reality his idols became a family portrait. A simple family portrait, which looked simple but meant so much to him, filled his face with the word confidence.
The prodigal turned back, not too late, everything was too late.
Degradation, or sublimation, may be only in one thought.
Parents are like dark matter. Maybe they are not here, but their attraction to us is still there.
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