The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 530 Exploring Self
What was he like at the age of seventeen?
He remembered that his father bought him a skateboard for his birthday that year. He tinkered and studied it at home for a long time. After he thought he had figured out some tricks, he took the skateboard to school, ready to show off.

During the break, he took out his skateboard and skated along the corridor. He came and went like the wind, his school uniform jacket fluttering in the wind, and he really made a splash.

Then, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the girl he had a crush on at the time. He was ready to show off his skills, and he got carried away and played a trick——

Off the street.

Moreover, the posture is not elegant at all. He is lying on his back and his horse is on his back.

It was embarrassing enough that his hair style, which he spent half a can of hairspray on, was completely ruined until he realized it in the end. At that time, he stood up and pretended to be fine and left quietly, only to find that there was a burst of suppressed laughter around him. , only to find out later that his crotch was torn, and his body was exposed as soon as he turned around. It was simply a great shame and humiliation in life.

To make matters worse, the skateboard broke the glass window of the next classroom.

However, at that time, he was not afraid of anything. After a short period of humiliation, he calmly accepted all the strange looks and admitted that he failed to be handsome.

Later, the head teacher of the next class came to question him, and he boldly admitted his mistake. As a result, the head teacher grabbed his ear and went to the office to call his parents.

When my father came, he was severely scolded by the head teacher of the next class.

How did your father respond at that time?
The father apologized in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and paid the repair fee with a wave of his hand, but refused to admit that the skateboard was wrong. He believed that children should exercise more, not only to study, but also to be physically fit. If young people can develop it one by one, The flowers in the greenhouse are the bad thing.

At the end of the quarrel, just before the head teacher of the next class was about to roll his eyes, his father took him away and skipped the rest of the class. He said in a beautiful way:
The child fell seriously and went to the hospital.

He still remembered the scene of him holding his skateboard and leaving behind his father while bathing in the envious eyes of his classmates. Everything was vivid.

After leaving school, his father scolded him severely, but it was not because he got into trouble, but because he was not good at academics. He ran out to show off with half a bottle of water clinking, but he failed to look cool and became a joke, which damaged his own image.

"Does it hurt?"

After the reprimand was over, his father asked him, and he grinned, nodded and said it hurt.

"You deserve it. If it hurts a little more, you will have to learn a lesson."

Even so, she actually took him to the hospital for a careful examination, explained the situation to his mother when he got home, and even asked for two days off for him.

Later, when he returned to school, he had already become a famous figure. There were all kinds of outrageous rumors flying around the school, so outrageous that he didn't even know where to start with explanations.

Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise that the girl he had a crush on actually came forward to confess his love in a love letter, which made the group of friends in the same class make a fuss. In less than half a day, the whole school knew about it.

Now that I think about it, those scenery, those wantonness, and those happiness have gradually faded away, and what remains in the memory are the worries and troubles.

Worried about being scolded by his father, worried about his mother confiscating his skateboard, worried about being embarrassed in front of his crush, worried about the gossip at school that might make a girl withdraw after confessing to her, worried about the class teacher next door maybe giving him small shoes, worried about the pile of homework that can't be finished after two days off... …

In those days, I could experience many ups and downs in one day, and it seemed I always had inexhaustible energy and inexhaustible energy.

It turns out that that is youth.

What was he like at the age of twenty-five?
"Mom, remember to bring your ID."

"Mom, there's no need to pack up those flower pots. We're not allowed to take them away."

"Mom, we have to leave, this is no longer our home."

It was a mess, and the ground was covered with chicken feathers.

He still remembered his mother's face full of surprise when she learned that her beloved pot of peonies could not be taken away. She could not understand and kept asking, "Isn't it just a pot of flowers? That is my flower, why can't I take it away?" He said. I was in no mood to comfort my mother.

He needs to calm down, he needs to be rational, because he is the parent now.

Everything happened in such a hurry that they had no time to pack their luggage. They only had time to take away their documents and a little emergency private money that their father secretly hid in the humidifier, and then they were kicked out like a lost dog.

He hurried to a relative's house for refuge, but encountered closed doors. He and his mother walked all afternoon without finding a place to stay.

He knelt in front of his uncle's house for two hours, but his uncle did not show up. His aunt cautiously poked her head out of the balcony and dropped a note.

The note was blank and contained five hundred dollars in cash.

Looking at the blank note, there was no idea in his mind. Although the things that needed to be dealt with were piled up like a mountain, he had no clue at all. He didn't know where to start.

At that moment, he began to miss those previous worries.

His eyes were slightly hot, but he realized that his mother was beside him. He wiped her away in a hurry and straightened his back again. He needed to be strong.

Does he resent his father?
In fact, for a long time, he refused to believe what happened.

In my memory, my father was always tall and majestic. Although he was strict, he was also loving. He always looked at me with focused and expectant eyes.

How could such a father disappear like that and leave them defenseless under a hail of bullets, never to be heard from again.

When he lay awake all night, he thought about countless possibilities, thought of countless excuses for his father, and even imagined the worst and most terrifying possibility, but there was no answer, never an answer.

There was no time to be sad or panic. The storm ahead was still waiting. He was thrown into a war with his bare hands. His confusion, fear, and confusion were all not allowed, overnight. Escaping into the huge void, the only thing I can do is to hold on tightly to my eyes——

Focus on today, don’t and cannot think about tomorrow, let alone the day after tomorrow.

One step, one footprint.

Seventeen-year-old him, that was real.

For him, who was twenty-five years old, that was also true.

But the point is, no matter whether you are seventeen or twenty-five, everything has long been sealed in the depths of your memory, and you refuse to look back, and you don't dare to look back.

With no time and no strength, he must hold on to today. The power of memories is too strong and too turbulent, and it can easily defeat the strength that he spent a lot of effort to build up.

Those vivid and bright memories and those dark memories are all the same.

It wasn't until many, many years later that he finally understood the ending of "Spirited Away" and why Xiao Bailong told Qianxun not to look back when he walked out.

Because once they turn back, the power of the "past" will completely defeat them, and they will no longer be able to move forward.

But today, he finally looked back.

He needs to turn back, and he believes that he is strong enough to do so.

(End of this chapter)