With You

(No.220—No.222)

No.220

My birthday is December 21st, Sunday.

My mother took me to eat steak on Saturday night. I was curious and asked in every way. She finally agreed to let me taste some red wine.

"Just now the waiter said it's a good deal to buy one get one free."

My mother reluctantly agreed to let me give it a try, so I contentedly started to shake the cup like the people in the TV series, splashing my face on the first lap.

My mother's forehead was full of words "How could my daughter be so stupid, it must be because the maternity hospital gave me the wrong hug."

My mother wanted to drive, so she didn't drink, and we took the remaining bottle of red wine into the car.

"Mom, give me this bottle of wine!"

"You have something wrong, how old are you? You didn't have to think about it before asking this question? Do you think I might agree to you?" My mother's tone rose again.

But I am the birthday star, so I am not afraid of her.

"No," I shook my head and explained, "It's just a birthday gift. I don't drink it anyway. I can put it on the desk as a display. I usually imagine life in the upper class. I must be very motivated to study."

My mother was silent for a long, long time.

"Geng Geng, do you think that your father and mother have treated you mentally?"

"..."

When we walked out of the hotel, there was a heavy snowfall, and within only ten minutes, a thick layer had already accumulated on the ground.

My dad called and asked if we had finished eating. It's best to go home early. There will be more traffic accidents on snowy days. He told my mother to be careful.

"I want to stay with my daughter a little longer without worrying about it."

I was talking to my dad here, and when I heard my mom spit out such a sentence while driving next to me, I quickly covered the microphone and ended the call in a few words.

"My dad is also worried about our safety."

My mother sneered and snorted.

There were hardly any cars on the road, but my mother drove extremely slowly. My mother said that the reason for the empty side here is probably because there was an accident on the main roads behind, and the cars couldn't get through.

I did see through the car window that there were a lot of passers-by on the side of the road in the middle of the bus in heavy snow. Looking at the black and overwhelming formation, it is estimated that there have been no cars for a long time.

Suddenly I felt that I should do a good thing, so my mother asked her to park her car at a certain bus stop sign.

I pressed the car window, and a cool wind poured into the warm car.

"My mother and I are going to drive towards the West Bridge, do any of you live near there? We can bring two people over!"

I laughed into a flower, and everyone on the platform still looked at me with mental illness.

After waiting for half a minute, I had to close the window again.

"They won't believe you." My mother said quietly.

I stared out the window gloomily, and soon the bus stops were left behind by our car.

"Mom, do you think I'm a little short-sighted?"

My mother smiled, the kind of laughter from the nose, without speaking.

The car passed by the back of the church square, and the beautiful scenery flashed past the middle of the building complex. I screamed, and I couldn't see it in a blink of an eye.

My mother glanced at me, ignored me, turned the car silently, and drove towards the front of the church square.

She stopped the car and said, "Go down and have a look, it's pretty."

No.221

The hazy sky is more charming at night than during the day. I looked up and saw the city lights reflecting the sky into a beautiful dark red, and goose feather snow pours from somewhere unknown and falls into my eyes.

This old church was left by the Russians during the colonial period. It was so beautiful that it somehow survived the chaotic era that smashed everything. I lived near this church when my family was very difficult when I was young. At that time, the commercial area had not yet developed. There was only one "No. 1 Department Store" nearby. It was a state-owned shopping mall before the restructuring. Everything was sold in glass counters. When I was a child, I used to explore near the church with my friends. My parents were very busy and nobody cared about me. I remember that I almost shook the door of the back door of the church.

Maybe it's a mistake. In my memory, I am too good at mythical myself.

A few years ago, the city government finally put a lot of effort to rescue it from the encirclement and suppression of the business district, set aside a vacant lot, demolished it, and repaired such a square.

Surrounded by sixteen sets of orange spotlights at night, the endless dark red canopy above its head stands quietly in the snow, like a chaotic time and space with heavy snow falling in the middle of the high-rise commercial district. Will disappear.

It's not at all like the ugly ugly guy I remembered when I was a kid, she is so beautiful.

I looked up at the church sadly for a while, and then rolled in the clean and flawless snow like crazy again, very happy. My mother has been standing in front of the car and looking at me from a distance. She didn't scold me for making herself full of snow, nor came to play with me.

I was sweating profusely and ran back to my mother panting.

"You have to catch a cold tomorrow." My mother shook her head, but didn't mean to stop me.

I smiled, leaning on the body like her, quietly looking at the church, and then at her.

Mother was wearing a beautiful black cashmere coat and black leather gloves. Her hair was meticulously coiled and her makeup was very beautiful.

That's it. If I look like her, most of my worries may disappear.

But she was just over forty years old, after forty years old is fifty years old, after fifty years old is sixty years old.

Mom will get old too.

No.222

Looking at a **** next to the church, I suddenly remembered an event.

When I was three or four years old, there used to be such a snowy night. My father rode a bicycle to pick me up from get off work. At that time, my mother checked the accounts in a small business hall until late at night, and saw my dad and I appear at the door of her unit. She was very upset, complaining about my dad's mischief, and what should I do if my child catches a cold.

How could I remember so clearly when I was so young.

My mother's unit was quite far away from the rental house at the time. My dad was so tired and sweaty that he was riding his bike in such a cold day. I was sitting on the front beam of the bicycle, my mother was sitting in the back seat, and the three snowmen counted the dim street lights in the deserted night and trudged thousands of meters home.

When my dad rode up the **** by the church, he accidentally fell. Fortunately, there was a thick layer of snow on the ground. I wore a lot and rolled out like a meat ball, but it was unharmed. I remember lying on the ground, unable to get up because my clothes were too thick, watching my parents rushing towards me from a distance.

They called my name together: "Geng Geng, Geng Geng."

I thought it was fun for them to look anxious, so they giggled silly.

Suddenly some nasal soreness. We have all survived the hardest days.

Then we stopped being together.

In English class, Lai Chunyang told us a proverb from the English side: Toughdaysdon’tlast.Toughpeopledo.

Suffering will always end, and strong people will live forever.

The bad days will always end.

But many of the days that we thought were the worst, in retrospect, they might be the best days. It's just that the misery in the bad days has consumed a lot of precious tenderness. When the good and easy days come, we don't have extra courage.

I turned my head to see my mother. She didn't notice my gaze, but was thinking about something intently, looking at the direction of the church.

But I don’t know if we saw the same church.