the most beautiful time

Chapter 48 You are here, we are so happy (2)

In the morning, she no longer wakes up in a hurry, and after preparing a meal for the whole family, she carries her exquisite brand-name small Kun bag on her back to catch the morning bus.At that time, my mother was still a cadre in the unit, in charge of the fifth and sixth people under her banner.Meetings, in her words, are also "very stylish".On weekdays, if the neighbors have troubles, she always uses her spare heat to solve problems for others, and thus earns a lot of popularity in the community, and she has a tendency to win the power throne of the aunt of the neighborhood committee.When relatives had frictions and disputes, she was definitely the hero who rushed forward and quickly settled the matter.Even if someone's kitten or dog had dysentery or fleas, she enthusiastically asked about it, and gave a good solution with an expert appearance.

But ever since she was "thrown out" by the unit and returned home, her life was no longer so vibrant. It seemed that in an instant, she was like a plucked leaf that quickly withered in the sun.In the morning, urged by her biological clock, she would still get up on time, cook for us, and then go to work after watching us finish eating, leaving her alone in Nuoda’s house with a table of leftovers.

I remember forgetting to bring my mobile phone, and returning home halfway, just opened the door, and saw my mother taking out all the photos of me and my brother when we were young, from the album, and gently wiping off the dust with a clean towel, Then put them back one by one.I laughed at her for being bored, but she ignored me. I said goodbye to her, and she habitually turned her head to say goodbye to me. Only then did I catch a glimpse that her eye circles were actually red.

I have encountered this kind of loneliness with nothing to do many times. Sometimes I would transfer our clean shoes from one end of the cabinet to the other, look at them for a while, and then feel uncomfortable, and move them back again.Sometimes I changed the names of the two puppies at home to my brother's and my baby names, barking vigorously.Sometimes, she made harassing phone calls to us, rang once or twice, and then hung up; when we asked her back, she was at a loss again and said, have I called you yet?
No one calls her past official position anymore, but she still regards herself as a useful leader. Once the neighborhood committee posted a notice asking everyone to run for the position of neighborhood committee director. She, who has always understood the inside story of the world and elections, suddenly became confused. , eager to participate in the election.I also downloaded a lot of speech knowledge from the Internet, and stayed up all night to write a passionate speech.He deliberately went to a crowded place in the park and practiced his speech loudly like Li Yang, the founder of Crazy English.On the day of the election, she invited a lot of people to support her. The scene was definitely no less than that of the US presidential election.I happened to be at the end of the crowd quietly waiting for her to speak on stage on the weekend.She was almost versed in reciting back and forth, which won rounds of applause from the crowd.After stepping down, she was excited for many days in a row, feeling that she was sure of winning, and she would definitely be able to take up a leadership position again.

But when the list was finally announced, her name was not there.She was frustrated because of this, and she refused to go out to meet people for many days at home, for fear of being laughed at.Her heart suddenly became extremely fragile and slender, just like when I was young, I would think about every move, word and deed of the teacher.Even repeated several times a day, sometimes affirming myself, sometimes denying myself.After holding back for a week, she finally uttered something to herself: Actually, they had already made an appointment by default, and they just lied to me.

This setback finally made her no longer enthusiastic about such a campaign, and began to mix with the ranks of street aunts. Every day after dinner, she would sit on the stone bench in the garden of the community with those aunts who had been retired for a long time. chatter.She is obviously not professional, and she still maintains the demeanor and pride of an office worker in her speech and demeanor.When speaking, it is easy to have disputes with others, and always want to control the right to speak.When going out, the clothes are still neatly dressed, the hair is combed meticulously, the eyes are not as cloudy as the old lady's, and the movements are still agile, ready to go at any time.

She also began to follow the old ladies to search for news about discounts in this city. Whenever a merchant cut prices or jumped off a building for sale, she immediately notified the "enthusiasts" in the community, and went straight to the mall with big bags and small bags.Once, when I was at the entrance of a large shopping mall, I saw my mother and several old ladies waiting anxiously and patiently in a queue tens of meters long.I thought there was some big performance and I needed to get a ticket, so I greeted my mother from afar and went home.When it got dark, my mother finally returned home excitedly.I asked her for performance tickets, but she smiled and held up a bag of things and said, this is the spoils of the afternoon.It was only then that I finally understood that she had spent several hours for a piece of transparent soap worth two yuan.

It was also at this time that I saw clearly how she transformed from a confident professional woman into an aunt who loves to talk about homework on the street.I understand that in this process, she also experienced hesitation, loss, panic and escape like I did when I was young, and with difficulty, in the neglect of others, she completed a woman's life, the last secular and mediocre turn around.

He still remembers a New Year's Eve many years ago, when the house was crowded with people, the fat auntie of the neighbor pointed to a silent man in the corner, and said to him: Your father is back, and he brought you a beautiful little Sister, don't you hurry up to recognize it?He looked at the girl who was hiding in his father's arms, as timid as a little white mouse, and did not go up to recognize each other under the encouragement of the people around her, but snuggled up beside the crying mother, proudly facing her, Hold your chin high.

That was his first acquaintance with Chen, in an awkward way.It was a few years later that he learned about this past intermittently, knowing that his father fell madly in love with another girl in the small town when he was two years old.For her, the father abandoned the factory in full swing and took all the money with him.They ran to a city far away, got married and had children.They thought they would love each other for the rest of their lives as they promised each other at the beginning, but because of the hardships of life, they stayed together for four years and then went their separate ways.The father took Chen back to the small town and asked his mother for forgiveness.After all, the mother did not follow the advice of outsiders and sent Chen away. Instead, when accepting her father, she accommodated the girl who walked quietly.

But he doesn't have such a broad mind as his mother, he can't tolerate a girl who has robbed her father, and then splits the happiness of maternal love with him.Moreover, in a way that makes people feel sorry and can't bear to blame.He had never been willing to eat at the same table with Chen, and when he saw her approaching her, he took the bowl and left.Occasionally, his mother would scold him, but he was not as humble as his younger sister. When he heard this, he yelled at Chen: "Children without real mothers are the best at pretending to be pitiful!"Chen's eyes immediately filled with tears; while he, in Chen's grievance, whistled triumphantly.In my childhood memory, such conflicts, like the abundant tears in the morning, come and go, come and go again.He never called sister Chen, and Chen rarely called his brother, because the distance between him and Chen was getting farther and farther, and the relationship between his parents was no longer as harmonious as before.The home of four people is clearly divided into three parts: the father and Chen, huddled in a corner helplessly, he stood arrogantly and unruly, and the mother, in it, walked around sadly, but couldn't find it. place to stay.

When he was young, he was very playful, so he stayed two grades in a row, and finally became a student in the same class as Chen, who was two years younger.Only then did he know that Chen was so popular with his teachers and classmates.Many boys, knowing that he is Chen's elder brother, come to curry favor with him, trying to get close to the beautiful and gentle Chen.He accepted the gifts from those boys one by one, and then stopped their admiration for Chen one by one.He remembered that in his sophomore year of high school, Chen's painting won a provincial award, and a boy from another school asked him to deliver a love letter to Chen.After returning home at night, he was lying on the bed, staring at the light blue love letter casually, just about to tear it open to read, when he suddenly heard laughter as pure as morning spring water, jumping over through the window piece by piece.Lazily getting up, he saw a warm scene that made him feel jealous. Chen, who had always been quiet at home, actually had his arms hanging sweetly around his father's neck, talking softly and coquettishly. .Intermittently, he heard his father say that if this painting award really allowed the school to recommend Chen to go to Beijing Art Academy, then his father would reward Chen with the best computer.The flame of his jealousy soared, and finally burned the weak family affection in his heart to ashes.

He quickly handed over the love letter to the grade director.The grade director angrily passed it on to the principal.An awards show had already been specially planned for Chen, so it ran aground silently.And Chen's name was not included in the recommendation students who were nominated later.Many teachers questioned one after another, saying how could such an excellent morning be missed?And the principal, with just a love letter, blocked the mouths of all the teachers.He remembered that on that rainy evening, Chen stood by the school's information board and cried silently for a long time.He watched from a distance with an umbrella, mustered up his courage, and wanted to go there to prop up a rain-free sky for the morning, but in the end, there was still nothing.

So far, Chen Lian no longer has the friendship to call his brother occasionally.She just studied desperately and said nothing.A year later, Chen got admitted to Beijing Art Academy as he wished, and he also failed the exam as expected.He stubbornly refused to repeat his studies and went to Beijing to serve as a soldier.The army and the school are not very far apart, but he and Chen have never visited each other.A few times when Chen fell ill and was homesick, his father called him and begged him cautiously to go to the hospital to see Chen.He knew that in his heart, he could never forgive his father's cheating incident, which caused indelible harm to him and his mother, and Chen, as the indelible mark left behind, should also bear the same pain.

He and Chen, just like strangers in the helpless Beijing, do not communicate with each other.Until one winter, during an exercise, he was seriously injured by a car, bleeding profusely, and passed out.But when he was sent to the hospital, he was unfortunately told that the blood bank had just run out of his type of blood.In the flustered noise, he thought he was going to die, and in a daze, he heard a warm voice leaning over and whispering: Let me come.Then, there was a warm current that was both familiar and unfamiliar, slowly pouring into his body, holding that dying life with all his strength.

The first person he saw when he woke up was Chen.Her face was pale and haggard, but in her clear eyes, there was joy and tenderness that he couldn't face.He heard the nurse at the side say, "Thanks to your sister, she came for the blood transfusion in time, otherwise, I really don't know what kind of danger will arise."He opened his mouth to say thank you, but was stopped by Chen.Chen said, brother, we actually have the same blood type!His tears slowly came to the surface, and he heard his own weak voice sound clearly: Why not?Chen, because we have the same father, one-half of the blood in our bodies is connected.

But, brother, now, we have become real brothers and sisters, because our blood has been fused together, and nothing can separate them.In Chen's sweet and playful smile, he finally stretched out his hand. For the first time, he held tightly his sister who had been indifferent to him for 20 years.

(End of this chapter)