He Is Back

The middle-aged man with a bowler hat slowed down and finally stopped before the stone bridge.There were dozens of buildings situated on the other bank of this river.He couldn't help staring at a four-story house among them and didn't let it leave his sight.It was his home.

Memories flooded in.He was born and grew up in this house.He had a happy childhood here with his parents.However, his mother died when he was still young.His stepmother had become the hostess of this building and since then he had been began treated as a servant.He was forced to move to the basement and got only a hard brown bread to feed himself. Gradually he became taciturn and felt very lonely. His newborn brother became the favorite of his father. He believed he wouldn't belong to this family any more.The desire for his mother and the hatred for his stepmother rooted in his heart deeply.Therefore, he escaped from the house in the morning of his 12th birthday.

As a homeless man,he made a living wandering from place to place. He earned some money and began to wear suits instead of rags.One day,he heard in a letter that his father was dying.So he took the train leading to the small town whose name he had never forgotten.

Standing before the bridge quietly,he seemed to see a white rose burst into bloom beside him,which stood for remembrance.It was that building that used to his home.His mother liked to lean on the handrail next to the street lamp，holding him in a hug.Suddenly,the scene of good memories was broken. The sky turned blood red,reminding him of the sufferings.Strange fog blocked his sight.He once thought about revenge but now he had no idea.He only wanted to see some old things, and his dying father.