曾几何时,我认定自己需要的爱必定犹如绽放的烟火——轰轰烈烈,光彩夺目。然而,后来我才发现身边的爱却犹如那傍晚在墙角盛开的鲜花,是那样悄无声息。爸爸并不是上海人,在上海也没有买房,外婆对此十分不满。但由于考虑到我的将来,他们便决定将我的户口挂在外婆家。顺理成章,我和外婆一起住,而爸爸在外租房住。或许是耳濡目染,或许是长期不见,我和父亲的关系十分陌生。父亲每个月都会来看我一次,似乎从来没有多过一次。然而,每次来看我,他总是拎着大包小包的东西,似乎想要 Once upon a time, I decided that the love I needed was like a blooming fireworks - spectacular. However, I later discovered that the love around me was as quiet as the flowers blooming in the corner that evening. Dad is not a native of Shanghai, Shanghai did not buy a house, grandmother is very dissatisfied with this. However, considering my future, they decided to hang my account with their grandmother. As a matter of course, I live with my grandmother, while my father lives outside rented accommodation. Perhaps is the monasteries, may not be long-term, my relationship with my father is very strange. My father will come to see me once a month, as if never more than once. However, every time I come to see him, he always carries the parcel thing, seems to want