With You

(No.24—No.26)

No.24

When I returned home, I stood at the door of my house and opened my schoolbag, and found that the key had fallen into the cracks in the small pocket, and I could not reach it anyway. I cursed in a low voice, and suddenly I heard someone in the room walking towards the door in slippers wearing slippers, and the sound of footsteps was my mother.

She opened the door and I opened my mouth in surprise.

"Why are you stunned, come in quickly, there is a heat outside."

I am not dreaming. She still speaks so quickly and decisively, with a natural momentum.

"Why are you here?" I was pleasantly surprised, but there was something wrong with the words.

I stood in front of my house and asked why my mother was here.

Fortunately, she was unconscious. She has never liked thinking about things like I did.

"Nonsense, of course something is going on," she threw the slippers to my feet, "hurry up and wipe off the sweat!" I went to the bathroom to wash my face, dry it, and then opened the refrigerator and took out a can of iced Coke. The ring was taken away.

My dad put it on the coffee table: "It's cold, it's not good for the spleen and stomach. Just come in from the outside, and drink some warm water is best. Let it dry here and drink it when it's warm."

"Dad, you are the first person I have ever met to say that Coke should be warmed up before drinking." I picked up the Coke from the coffee table again, and poured my head up.

It's so **** comfortable.

He stopped nagging and sighed suddenly.

"You... If your mother said that, you wouldn't dare to talk back if you were ten courageous!"

"I drink a hundred cans of Coke, and she doesn't necessarily see it once."

After I finished speaking, all three of them were silent. My dad lowered his head, and my mother appeared at the door of the living room with no expression on her face. I was holding a Coke, wondering if I should continue drinking. In the living room, only the bubbles in the coke can burst vying to make a rustling sound.

"Geng Geng," my dad suddenly said for a while, "how about registering today...how?"

"Very good," I said, "there are a lot of people, I have divided into classes, and the teacher is selected by lottery. The teacher said that the school will charge... all kinds of fees.

I sat on the solo sofa, and my parents sat on the couch opposite, in a state very much like a three-counseling trial.

"Drink a little to quench your thirst. Can your stomach stand it? I don't say anything and you can drink it forever! Put it on the coffee table and drink it later!"

My mother suddenly intervened in a sentence, staring at her eyes, her voice was swift and sharp, scared my little heart to contract, and Coke almost let go and flew directly towards them.

I curled my lips and put the Coke back on the coffee table. My dad sighed helplessly beside him, wondering whether it was for me or himself.

"What does the teacher teach, men and women, how old is it?" My dad began to change the subject in a pleasant way.

I went downhill: "Man, college student, just graduated, teaching physics, called Zhang Ping."

The math teacher is called Zhang Feng. I braked the second half of the sentence and held it back in my stomach.

"College student? Male?" My mother didn't know what she started to imagine, "Is it reliable? I'm a child, how can I be a teacher in charge of the class?"

She suddenly took out the phone and started looking through her address book: "I happened to know one of your vice principals during dinner two days ago. I asked her whether to change teachers or transfer classes. How can this work? This lottery must be tricky!"

My dad frowned and tried to resist: "Don't listen to the wind or rain. The teaching level of young teachers may not be as good as those of older teachers."

My mother laughed suddenly, and said slowly: "Young, of course young is good."

At first I couldn't figure it out, I saw my dad's face turned blue, but he didn't speak. However, I know that he doesn't want to talk, it's just for my face.

Then I understood what she was talking about.

Aunt Qi is also very young.

No.25

"It was you who wanted to get a divorce." I said softly, not knowing why.

I finally saw her little jealousy and dissatisfaction with my dad's remarriage. It turned out not to care at all. But it's not this way, and it shouldn't be.

It's not that two people live alone until they are old and tortured each other.

My mother stood up suddenly, and I looked up. There was anger and sadness in her eyes that I had never seen before.

I can't tell, anyway, it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Then she calmed down and said: "Anyway, I will communicate with other people about changing classes or changing teachers. Don't run around and play around. Please read the book a few days before the beginning of school. I think many people are in the middle of a higher education. The children have already started to take supplementary classes to learn mathematics, physics and chemistry in advance, so take care!"

After speaking, he walked to the hallway and put on high heels: "Let's go first, I have a meeting in the afternoon."

Until the door was closed and there was a bang, my dad and I were still sitting on the sofa face to face, like two sluggish stone statues.

My dad rubbed his hands and didn't know what to say for a long time.

I said first: "Dad, if my mother says she wants to get back together with you and doesn't want you to marry, will you still be together?"

He looked at me in surprise. After a long time, he smiled: "Silly boy, how is it possible?"

This is how adults answer questions. He only said it was impossible, but didn't tell me whether it was impossible to be together, or it was impossible for my mother to compromise and turn back.

However, my courage has bottomed out, and I can't continue to ask questions.

He stood up, turned his back to me and started pouring water. I collapsed on the sofa, as if I had just had a serious illness.

"dedicated?"

"what?"

"You...I married your Aunt Qi...Do you really mind?"

I lowered my head and smiled.

This is not what I want to see most.

I don't want them to get married because I have what I want.

"Don't mind." I said.

He put the glass on the coffee table in front of us and said, "It's better to drink some warm water."

No.26

I was lying in bed at night, and my head was full of images of our family of three together when I was young.

I quietly picked up the extension of my room. My dad is watching TV in the living room and should not be able to hear it.

I dialed it, and as soon as the dial tone ended, I was picked up.

"Hello," my mother's voice is still very energetic. But I find it very strange, is there no caller ID on her phone? The caller is either my dad or me. What do you say "hello"?

"mom?"

There was a pause over there: "Oh, it's you."

It turned out that she was waiting for a customer's call. As soon as the phone rang, she answered it, without seeing who it was.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

I hesitated again and again, and finally said the apology: "Mom, I was wrong today, I..."

She interrupted me: "It's okay, kids understand what, if you do it for this, that's not necessary. If you don't understand things about adults, you just need to pay more attention to your own affairs. I'll hang up. Yes, I still have something to do. I'm afraid the customer won't be able to call in for a while."

I sighed, my mother is still my mother.

Maybe it was because she felt that she was speaking too fast, she slowed down her tone: "I don’t have time today. I will call you home tomorrow. About the beginning of your school... I see what I can think of before I ask you. You go. It’s high school, and it’s not a kid anymore, whether it’s a make-up class, or future development and goals..."

She paused many times, as if her thoughts were also chaotic. Anyway, I didn't understand what she was trying to say.

"mom."

"what?"

"I have something to tell you."

"Say!" Anxiously again.

"I don't want to change shifts. Our head teacher is also very good. Can you not worry about it?"

She didn't speak for a long time: "Okay, you can figure it out by yourself, let's talk another day. I'll hang up."

I took a breath.

What appeared in his mind turned out to be Yu Huai's face.

He smiled, like a joke, casual, but very sincere. Let's sit at the same table.

I don't know what my parents want, or what they want me to be. Maybe that doesn't matter anymore. As a lucky person, I entered a school that did not belong to me, and the family behind it would soon be reorganized into a family that I was not familiar with, and myself, it seemed that I suddenly fell from the enlarged gap. Didn't find that I was missing.

Strangers are the easiest to feel warm and pleasantly surprised, because you have no expectations of him.

It is your relatives who are most likely to feel chilling and sad because you love them.

I just wanted to catch a stranger suddenly.