With You

(No.8—No.12)

No. 8

My mother asked, is this the only thing?

I said, yes, that's it.

Just this mess, it's really not a big deal—then why did she not speak for half a minute? She paused again and said, let's hang up if there is nothing else. I said, oh.

If it was before, I must think she was pretending to be chic and stiff.

But now I am not sure. Maybe she really doesn't care at all, I don't dare to say that I understand her, just as I dare not to say that I understand my dad.

Before, I always felt that I was very similar to Mau Lilan. My parents are the same as her parents. Although they are divorced, they haven't remarried for seven years. My dad is reluctant to leave my mom just like Kogoro Moori likes his concubine, and it's the kind that the whole world can see. And my mother is really like Concubine Miles, excellent, beautiful, hard-mouthed, and strong, but from time to time she still remembers and cares about my dad's movements.

So I have always mistakenly thought that one day they will be together again just like in a cartoon.

Why separate? How did my dad’s kind of smiley darling boy confront my grandparents and marry my mother even at the risk of being swept out? My mother is only 1.6 meters tall. When I was two or three years old, my dad had tuberculosis. How did she move the gas tank downstairs by herself and said she was all right?

I have always felt that although I failed to prevent their divorce, at least for now, everything is moving in a good direction with my efforts. On the day the results came out, the three of us had dinner together at the revolving restaurant in Shangri-La to celebrate. I think he The two get along well.

It wasn't until half a month before enrollment that my father said to the opening song of "News Network" after dinner, "Geng Geng, you are admitted to Zhenhua, and I am completely relieved."

I was cutting an apple at the time, and asked, why don't you worry?

He hasn't spoken for a long time. I finally put down the knife and looked back at him, and found that he was also looking at me.

"Next Sunday, I will show you to see an aunt."

At that time, a little angel with bare buttocks and wings suddenly popped out of my mind. He slapped me with a bow left and right, slapped me while shouting, looking at God’s point, you **** wake me up!

Then I lowered my head and continued to cut the apple, and I was calm. I didn't cut my fingers, which was a bit different from what I did on TV.

I said: "Okay."

Actually, I really want to ask, Dad, is this your last aggressive approach?

No.9

I lay on the bed that night, tossing and turning, thinking about how I hit the scene.

Anyway, because of Kao Zhenhua, I have already taken the loan from Lord Yan. What am I afraid of, snarling, rolling, making trouble, yelling in grief, running away from home... In all TV dramas, single children face the rebellious behavior of their parents when they remarry. You can give it a try, and then shout to my parents like those fans who give idols a random mandarin duck score: "I beg you, let's be together!"

I didn't even feel sad or wronged. Because of this endless fantasy, I slept all night with excitement, and the waves in my chest surged.

However, the actual situation is that the lunch on Sunday was combined with my father's good temper and my soft temper. The atmosphere was warm and enjoyable.

That aunt is eight years younger than my dad and works as a nurse in the Third City Hospital. She doesn't look pretty, but her dress is decent, her voice is magnetic, and she has a small pear vortex when she smiles. She looks like a well-educated and smooth-tempered woman. More importantly, my dad seemed to be a different person in front of her.

Generous, domineering, cheerful and happy.

"Geng Geng, eat shrimp." She picked a bamboo shrimp and put it in my bowl. Then, my dad also picked a shrimp and put it in her son's bowl.

Seven years ago, her husband died in a car accident, leaving her to raise her two-year-old son. The work in the hospital is tiring and busy. In order to support the family, the day shift and the night shift never pick work, which is very hard.

I looked up at the little boy sitting across from me. His name is Lin Fan. He is in the third grade of this year. He is white and timid, as quiet and shy as a kitten. When he first met, he blushed and bowed to me at the urging of her mother.

He liked bamboo shrimp very much, but watching his mother's actions, he didn't dare to pick it up by himself, probably because he was told not to be rude. I put my own in his bowl, and said with a smile, my sister doesn't like to eat this kind of shrimp. Would you help my sister to eat one?

Then, my dad and the aunt both smiled in relief, as if they had gotten some important approval from me.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a little tragic. Yes, it is tragic.

My dad likes her. Or in other words, he who likes to be with her is relaxed and cozy, like a man in charge, who can do what he likes without being accused of being useless and unmotivated.

So, I lost even the last bit of fantasy. This is not a stimulating method, because his heart is no longer excited for my mother. But he has already waited, and he has no obligation to wait any longer. He is a father, but not just a father, he also has the right to be happy.

It’s just that I always mistakenly thought that they would put my happiness first.

No.10

So, I was finally willing to face reality. I am a child from a single parent family, and my parents’ divorce is not a joke.

Children from single-parent families should understand that in this world, you can live without anyone, because everyone's happiness is not tied together.

So I did everything I could to make the aunt and my dad feel that I wanted them to get married.

Only the little boy sitting opposite Lin Fan blinked his eyes and looked at me, not knowing what he wanted to say, then lowered his head and continued to gnaw his bamboo shrimp.

He is still young, so he is easier to accept and get used to a new family than I am.

"Geng Geng, I heard your father say that you are going to Zhenhua to report next week?"

dedicated. I just recovered. Does this aunt know the meaning of the name she calls? This name has been imprinted on my body since I was born. No matter whether the two people have a red marriage certificate or a green divorce certificate, they cannot be changed. I am like an abandoned monument, or a contract terminated early. Party A and Party B are heading towards the sky, each side.

After returning home, sitting in the living room, my dad waited awkwardly for my evaluation.

However, in fact, what was going around in my mind was a trivial question.

After the mother and son moved in, can I start my new day by lying on the sofa in the living room with my feet in my pajamas every morning without brushing my teeth or washing my face?

They don’t mind, but I can’t shame.

No.11

With such a complicated mood, I walked into Zhenhua's school gate in a daze.

On the day of registration, peoplemountainpeoplesea. Many students were accompanied by two or more relatives. In addition to their parents, grandparents and other vigorous younger generations may be included. The name is: on-site inspirational education.

I refused the accompany request of my parents and my mother respectively, and took my camera and ID to run to see the ranking list, and by the way, I took pictures of the crowd. I bring my camera wherever I go. I used to be Samsung, but now it’s Sony. I bought it during the holidays. The latest model with 8 megapixels is a prize for Zhenhua.

A long time later, a group of younger generations called non-mainstream emerged suddenly. They also carry cameras or mobile phones with camera functions at all times, and take pictures wherever they go, even the mirrors in public toilets. The difference is that I never photographed myself, but they only photographed themselves.

The red list is posted on the wall, and the main school and branch campuses are added together to form a spectacular row. I don't want to squeeze with them, so I stand on the periphery waiting for opportunities.

The autumn tiger at the end of August was really enough. I lowered my head to look for a tissue to wipe my sweat, and suddenly heard an uncle next to me shouting into the phone with a loud voice: "I saw it, just like Xixi’s mother and Director Li heard about this. There are indeed two top-level classes this time. Yes, two top-level classes, one and two, and Qianqian, Yang Yang and our family Xiaochuan are in the same class again!"

The uncle wiped the sweat from his forehead just like me, and continued to say to the phone: "The three of them are in the second class..."

Suddenly the person on the phone didn't know what he said that made him frown, and raised his decibels to the phone, yelling: "Who told you that Class One is better than Class Two? It's better to be ahead? Why are you in a hurry? !"

I snickered, and inadvertently glanced at the shy uncle in sunglasses with a beer belly. There was a young man standing beside him, tall, thin and tall, staring at the ground with a disdainful expression, especially when the uncle repeatedly emphasized the top class. , The corners of his mouth twitched mockingly.

It must be because I didn't get into the top class and I was so flustered, I thought to myself.

Then he raised the camera and quietly took two people with different expressions together.

No.12

Finally, the radio loudspeaker rang, asking all students to line up according to the class number, waiting for the class teacher to be selected for the lottery. The people around the wall were scattered all at once. I know that they have found their class a long time ago, but they are still looking for the whereabouts of other acquaintances. I took the opportunity to move to the wall and directly bypassed the first two top squads. Starting from the third squad, I searched for my name very quickly.

Because I was too focused, I didn't have time to look around, so when I moved to the top of the red list of Class 5, I smashed into a solid boy. My cheekbones hit his shoulders, and it hurt so much that I squatted down on the spot and wept tears. It's not that I'm squeamish, my physiological reaction is really uncontrollable.

It took me a long time before I raised my head with tears in my eyes, and the boy embarrassedly reached out and handed me some facial tissues. I quickly wiped my face clean, and after a closer look, it turned out that it was the boy I had taken into the camera just now.

"Classmate, I'm really sorry." He bowed sincerely, and his hairy inch shook.

"It's okay." I waved my hand and seized the time to continue watching the list.

Coincidentally, I was in Class 5. The name Geng Geng is written in the middle of the fourth line, which is easy to recognize.

What's more interesting is that the name on my right is called Yu Huai.

It doesn't look like it literally, but when I read it, it's brooding, a bit funny.

I just giggled and giggled myself, and suddenly found that the boys around me were also staring at the red list and laughing.

He was embarrassed by my stare, touched the back of his head, pointed to the red list, and said, "The person on the left of my name is Geng Geng, and he is connected with my name. It happens to be brooding."