Star Trek

Anda couldn't help laughing, and patted the side: "Come on, kids. Let Dad sleep on the second floor today, and we'll be together, okay?"

Sarek raised an eyebrow and didn't answer, just gave her a strange look.

And the children had already squeezed up, snuggled up to her sides, and were careful not to let their weight fall on her.

Later Sarek picked up the bowl of her medicine, turned off the fluorescent light for them, closed the door and went downstairs.The rest of the three people felt sleepy layer after layer in the dim light of the wall lamp. Tonight it was changed to Jim telling a story. Complementary gestures with body movements.

Spock shook his head. "There's no logic to your narrative."

Jim puffs out his cheeks. "You're jealous of me, Spock. You don't have my imagination."

Amanda thought for a moment, "Then let Spock do the talking next time, okay?"

The pointy-eared boy showed the same strange expression as Sarek.

She hugged two such warm little guys under the blanket, listening to their gradual and steady breathing, which was as clear as a wave in her ears.She hasn't seen the sea for a long time, and only saw a better blue in Jim's eyes.The fatigue caused by illness still lingers on her body, but her heart is light and bright.

She remembered the long dream of the boys, who were already much taller than her, arguing with each other over the growth of a small pink alien flower, and Jim finally lost the battle, angrily inserting the flower. Behind Spock's ear, there was a lot of laughter.

It turned out that they grew up and looked like that.Tall and handsome, tall and clear, such a perfect boy, her boy.

She decided not to tell anyone about this dream, but to keep it exclusively in her heart.

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She woke up this morning with no one around.She put on a shawl and got out of bed, still a little top-heavy, but it was much better than a few days ago, and the texture of the thick carpet clearly emerged on the soles of her feet.She went to the window to take a look outside, but was stunned by the sight in front of her—Spock was carrying Jim, trying to get up, and Jim stretched out his arms, commanding Spock to "go to the left" and "to the right." "Too much right, pour back Spock!" - they were picking berries for her.

That tree is not very tall, and a bench for adults is almost enough.The beautifully colored fruit only matures in mid-winter and adorns the branches, becoming a bright color that chills the beauty of winter. Jim staggers, and Spock, who is under more force, stands firm.

There was still snow on the trees, and it fell with the curved arc of the branches, but when they fell around the children, they flashed quickly, and then dispersed like fog, as if there was something around them. Invisible barrier.The ground was piled with snow from the branches, but they didn't get any of it.

The fragrance of the fruit was sent into her sense of smell through the thick glass, and she suddenly realized that the medicine she drank these days was made from them—and Sarek never knew that these ordinary wild fruits could also cure diseases.

In other words, it's not these fruits that can cure, but... the fruits that Jim and Spock picked with their own hands.

Amanda blinked.I wonder if I am sick and confused.But she shook her head and cast her gaze over, still the same.The boys shone in the sun, partly silhouetted and almost transparent.

They exist like this.Who could they be?

Sarek pushed the door open and brought her a bowl of warm ginger soup.She wrapped the shawl tighter and turned around, unaware that she had become a gentle and unparalleled silhouette against the light.She smiled brightly at her husband.

Sarek walked up to her and passed the bowl over: "What are you looking at?"

"...a miracle." She took it and held it in her hands, they were still hot.

Her husband looked at her puzzled, but she just took a sip of the soup, smiled in the curling white mist, and her eyes were a little hot.

She thought of the bedtime stories she always read to them, of the little mermaid turning into foam, the happy prince alone, the little girl forever in the dream of matches, and the wild roses withering in early summer.There is also the most wonderful story, the mysterious visitors have delivered their blessings, and when the time limit expired, they turned into flying birds and disappeared in the small town without a trace.Compared with the separation in the future, the present companionship is short-lived.

She wished it would never come true, but then she thought maybe it wasn't just a fairy tale.

42. 【Spirk】Please say good night before hibernation

March is here, spring is approaching, the snow is melting, and the kids are leaving.

There is no reason, no whereabouts, only a final farewell.She was the calmer one when she heard the news, as if she had expected such an ending long ago.Those absurd dreams, that mysterious story that accompanied the children to sleep, those inexplicable scenes that she glimpsed inadvertently.They point to the future, and there is always more parting than meeting.

But Sarek doesn't build on that, he loves kids too, even if he rarely expresses it.He was in such pain, but he didn't know how to express the pain, so he locked himself in the study and poured coffee desperately.

The boys didn't know how to comfort their more reticent father. They sat with him outside the study by the door, chatting quietly.

"This is the last snow. When it melts, spring will come." Jim hugged his knees in a daze.It was snowing again outside, and the light to transparent white was entrenched above the forest, ethereal and silent.

"The end of the old means... a new beginning." Spock leaned back against the door.

"What is old and what is new?"

"What has passed is old, what has not yet come is new."

"But why do we never change?"

"We are not stagnant. The ever-changing is also eternal."

"I…I don't want to go, Spock…"

"Don't be selfish, Jim."

"Can we really not stay?"

"You know we can't."

"why?"

"Not so much why, Jim. The mission is done, the journey has reached its end, and the story has an end. We have no reason to stop. Spring is coming."

"And we... belong to winter."

The boy sighed.

"Why do we always start to sleep when everything wakes up?"

When she approached the door, she saw the boys shoulder to shoulder. They looked no different from the first time they saw it in the rainy night. They didn't grow taller or grow up at all. Time was frozen in them.Pretending she didn't hear the murky conversation, she knelt down to hold their hands, and took the children into her arms.The cheeks of the children on her chest were wet against her fabric, and she tried to keep her tears from dripping too, lest they wet the soft black-blonde hair and mar its luster.

She is not a greedy person, and she never has unrealistic fantasies, but at this moment, she suddenly hopes that time can pass a little slower, and a little slower.She hoped that the snow would not melt, that winter would not end, that her children would not leave.

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The butter melted on the bottom of the pan with a happy sizzling sound.Milky yellow egg liquid, snow-like flour, and cotton-like white soft sugar, stir and refrigerate.

Two attractively scented apples are cut into cubes, butter and sugar, plus a few drops of lemon juice, stir fry and let dry.

The dough is rolled out, spread out in molds, wrapped in a sweet apple filling, coated with egg wash and baked.

After half an hour, the skin swells into a crispy golden color, and the mold is pressed to form scattered star shapes for decoration.

One knife horizontally, one knife vertically, one knife left, one knife right.Flattened into eight equal portions, served on rouge-colored checkered plates.

She picked up a discarded leftover material, um, the sugar content is moderate, and the hardness is just right.She raised her arm to wipe the sweat from her brow, sniffed its enticing aroma, imagined the faces of the boys - Jim's favorite.It's just that the apple reserves in winter are too small to be eaten frequently.Today she got up early in the morning, and she didn't even have time to go to the second floor to see the children. She worked for several hours just to surprise them at breakfast.

One for myself, one for Sarek's breakfast, and the rest for Spock and Jim.She put the apple pie and two cups of hot milk on the dinner plate, said good morning to her husband who came to the kitchen, and then carefully carried them to the second floor.

Sarek just took a bite, the sweet taste just spread between his lips and teeth, and before it slipped into his stomach, he heard the sound of plates and bowls slamming on the ground from upstairs.He immediately put down the pie and hurried up the stairs: "Aman—"

His voice disconnected.The door was wide open, freshly baked apple pie and milk spilled on the carpet, and she knelt there, covering her mouth with tears streaming down her face.

There's no quiet sharp-eyed Spock with black hair and sharp ears, and no noisy Jim with blond hair and blue eyes.The children's room on the second floor is now neat and empty, as if it had never been occupied. All traces of Spock and Jim's existence had been wiped away, nothing could be found.

Only the windows that are usually closed are open, the curtains are lifted, the sky is bright outside, the coolness of the end of winter melts in the air, and the warm and dry spring breeze rushes in, carrying a long echo.

All the winds are talking.

love you mom.

thanks, dad.

Goodbye, Ko-mek