flash wedding diary

September 4th, Saturday, heavy rain.

Guzheng lessons were suspended for a week, and I didn't go back to the Musical Instrument Workshop, so I went back to Luoshen Apartment at night.

Luoshen Apartment is a house that my father bought for my mother. After my mother passed away, I lived with my grandparents according to her will, and this house became vacant. My father hired someone to clean it regularly. I sometimes miss my mother Yes, I will come back to live for a few days.

The manager of the lobby of the Crown Hotel is a good friend of Yiqiu. He called me in the evening and invited me to play a violin at the hotel in the evening. I knew that someone proposed to marry me.

Flowers, a diamond ring, a violin, and an eternal marriage proposal package. I was fortunate to witness the birth of a marriage, so how could I refuse?

Besides, for Yiqiu's sake, the manager of the Crown Hotel offered me a very handsome price, and I had no reason to refuse it.

The Crown Hotel is the top hotel in Wancheng, like a magnificent palace, many rich kids choose to propose marriage here, I have witnessed no fewer than a hundred cases in the past few years.

In such a grand and romantic atmosphere, most marriage proposals will be successful, and everyone present will share the joy of marriage.

Of course, there are also times when we parted on bad terms.

What impressed me the most was last year's Qixi Festival. The woman obviously didn't love the man. She slapped the diamond ring handed over by the man and said to the man, "I don't know where you got your confidence. I thought I would agree to marry you." "She suddenly pointed to me who was holding the violin and stayed in the same place, stared at the man who was still kneeling on one knee in an unattainable posture, and continued to stimulate him, "If this little brother proposes, I may Will think about it."

I have never been a person with quick reactions and sharp tongue. When the woman refused to marry me, I subconsciously stopped playing. Facing the sudden embarrassment, I had no ability to deal with it, and I didn’t even know what to say.

Fortunately, the manager of the hotel has been in control of the whole audience. He hurried over to rescue the man who failed to propose marriage. He has experienced many battles, and he can resolve any embarrassing situation. It's easy to put down the turmoil, but I still sensed the direction of the man. I cast a resentful look.

After Yiqiu found out that I was implicated innocently, she was aggrieved for a long time on my behalf, and specially invited the most famous eloquence speaker in Wancheng, and asked her to list out many golden sentences to deal with embarrassing situations, and then compiled them into a book. Forced me to memorize a few items for future contingencies.

I'm like a scumbag who has to deal with the teacher's check and endorsement. I forget it after memorizing it, and now I can't remember the words of counterattack.

I came in the rain, walked to the designated table at the designated time, and played the lingering violin music melodiously.

At the end of the song, the woman stretched out her slender hands, smiling and crying. The man kneeling on one knee was very excited, with a happy smile on his face, and solemnly put a diamond ring on the woman, then stood up and hugged her. He spun several times around the woman.

Infected by their joy, I sent sincere applause and blessings to all the people present, and then returned in the rain.

Back at the door of Luoshen Apartment, I received a message from the hotel manager to send money.

Two hundred more than usual, I think, probably because the rich kid who proposed this time spent a lot of money, or maybe the hotel manager was sympathetic to my travel difficulties on a rainy night.

Opening the door of Luoshen's apartment, a pungent smell of alcohol came to me.

My dad even went back to Luoshen Apartment.

He just sat on the sofa in the living room and drank a lot of wine. When he saw me, he was also taken aback for a while, obviously he didn't expect that I would appear in this apartment.

"Dad, why are you drinking?" I closed the door, changed my wet shoes, and casually put the wet, soggy umbrella into the umbrella bucket. There was an umbrella that was also soaked in the bucket, and the side of the bucket overflowed. A long puddle of water.

My dad has been here for so long?

"A Sheng, do you miss your mother too?" My dad put down his wine glass melancholy, and gently stroked the photo album in his arms.

I have also read that photo album countless times in the past few days. It is a photo of my mother's demeanor and youth. She is so young, so beautiful, and so beautiful. I just look at it quietly all day long. , will not get bored.

My dad didn't know that I came here in hiding from that math teacher, and I didn't intend to let him know, so he nodded vaguely and said "um".

"Go take a shower, you're all wet," my dad raised his eyes, with a vaguely splashed look of reproach, "Go! Don't catch a cold!" Then he shouted to the kitchen: "Ah Zhong, go Give the young master bath water."

Ah Zhong is my dad's driver. He responded and came out of the kitchen. It seemed that he was making sober tea.

I hurriedly stopped Ah Zhong and asked him to keep watching the fire in the kitchen. I am almost 26 years old, how can I have the nerve to let someone put the bath water?

After rushing out of the shower, the smell of alcohol in the living room became heavier.

"Asheng, come, have a drink with dad." My dad patted the sofa beside him.

"Dad..." I was about to persuade him to drink less, but my dad rushed to say, "Come on, let me have a drink. You see, no one cares how much we drink now. Now, I definitely don't want you to drink." At the end of the sentence, there was a thick choke.

He buried his face in the photo album, and I heard the mournful cry, low, drowned by the crackling rain outside the window.

I have never seen my dad like this, even when my mother passed away, no matter how heartbroken he was, he never shed a single tear in front of others.

He was never one to show weakness.

But now, he let go of all his defenses, and wept in front of me without any cover, no matter whether it was the catalyst of alcohol or not.

I suddenly remembered what Aunt Wang said at Lao Ba's engagement banquet.

She said, your dad is really old.

At the age of 67, even though the temples are gray, he is still full of energy. However, the wrinkles on my father's face have deepened, and his back has bent a little. His usually steady and strong hands are trembling slightly at this moment.

I think, among my father's five women, my mother should be the one he loves the most.

Too bad my mom doesn't know anymore.

Instead of drinking with my dad, I poured him two cups of hangover tea, and after listening to some drunken talk about his mother, I worked with Ah Zhong to help him go to rest.

However, what my dad said just now lingered in my ears.

He said that he often dreamed of my mother's back, walking alone on the road full of golden light, no matter how much he shouted or begged, my mother still didn't stop to look at him.

He said he missed my mother very much.

He also said that when he was gathering with friends during the day, although the surroundings were noisy, he suddenly felt deserted. For some reason, the scene of meeting my mother for the first time suddenly flashed in his mind.

At that time, my mother was the most beautiful swan in the entire opera house, the little swan princess praised by everyone, and the most dignified and charming white swan on the bright stage.

I have never seen my mother dance the swan dance. When she gave birth to me, it was said that she hurt her body, and it took several years to recover from her illness. She wanted to return to the stage, but there was no place for her.

On such a dazzling stage, every year there are rookies and white swans who have made it to the top. Who doesn't cherish the opportunity?No one would unconditionally give up her dream like her for a man who was a generation older than her.

And once it is released, it will last for three or four years.

Those were the glory days of the swan dancers, and my mom lost the stage forever.

Her depression may be the evil cause buried at that time.

I didn't feel sleepy for a while, so I sat by the window where my mother used to sit and watched the rain outside.

In the intertwined white and yellow lights, a silver thread with no origin and no final destination is shrouded in flickering flickering. Through the transparent glass, it can be clearly seen that the rain has weakened.

When my mother was sitting here, did she also see the rain that was sometimes strong and sometimes weak?

I don’t often dream of my mother, but occasionally I dream of her, and it’s also the old days when she sat quietly by the window at dusk and read, sometimes doing cross-stitch under the lamp, or walking into the house with a plate of fruit. my room.

What's more, there are bits and pieces of dreams, blended in the depths of the memory, and a few complete pictures have been pieced together.

I was probably four or five years old when I started to remember.

At that time, I only knew that my mother could not live without traditional Chinese medicine. She drank medicine all the year round, and there was always a faint scent of medicine floating in every corner of this house.

Since I was a child, I have always liked the taste of traditional Chinese medicine. Every time I saw my mother drink the medicine, I was a little envious, and I always went to her side, begging to have a taste too.

Every time at this time, my mother would be inexplicably irritable, irritable, and sometimes she would throw things. She couldn't reason with such a young me. In order to prevent me from being hurt, she hurriedly asked the nanny who took care of me to carry me to the room.

I was not sensible at the time, thinking that my mother was angry with me and didn't like me anymore, and I was afraid and wronged in my heart. Apart from sobbing and crying, I just patted the closed door and begged my mother for forgiveness.

Once the nanny cried to no avail, she would call my dad.

Most of the time, my dad will show up very quickly, bringing all kinds of toys and sweets, and immediately make me and my mother smile. My dad played with toys, ate the sweets my mom fed me, and then fell asleep carefree in their arms.

When I was seven or eight, I came to know that I had many half-siblings.

At first I was very happy, thinking that if I had more brothers and sisters, someone would accompany me to learn musical instruments, and the family would be more lively.

I found out later that they didn't like musical instruments, they didn't like me, and they didn't want to know which school I went to.

We still live in our own homes and live our own lives. Sometimes we meet on narrow roads, but we don’t have to pretend we don’t know each other, because from each other’s faces, we can see the indifference and warning that strangers are not close to each other.

When I was ten years old, when my mother was dying, my mother held my hand, told me to learn to be independent, and forced me to swear that if I met the girl I liked in the future, and after I pursued her, I would give her a name no matter what. point.

I know, she still hates my dad.

My dad also knows, so now he can only dream of my mother's back.