reborn stepfather

When I got home, I took the key and opened the door. As soon as I entered the living room downstairs, I saw Chi Qian with a plastic hair curler at a glance. He and my mother were touching each other, lying on the table and stacking something. The image of Chi Qian's charter woman Startled me, I went over and took off the pink curlers on his head: "Mom, what are you doing?"

My mother raised her head and stopped me and said, "Don't take it, don't take it, you still have to spray it with setting water."

I was helpless: "...What TV did you watch again?"

My mother's eyes really shined: "The curly-haired Jacob in "Modern Family" is so cute. Our child looks better than him. It must look good with curly hair!"

 …Jacob =_=

At first I thought it was the werewolf Jacob in "Twilight", but I immediately realized that before "Twilight" was written, it should be the little fat Italian named Jacob.

I couldn't imagine that catastrophic scene. I hurriedly pulled all those things off his head, but it was irreparable. Chiqian looked up, and the hairstyle was exactly the same as Chibi Maruko Momoko's mother. He showed me what he was holding. : "Dad, paper crane!"

"Well, not bad." I laughed harder than I cried, because I couldn't look straight at his angelic face with devil's messy hair.

He smiled shyly, carefully put it into the glass jar, lowered his head to flatten the colored paper, and continued to fold.

Dad stuck his head out from the kitchen and waved a spatula at me: "Ayan, come here and taste the saltiness."

When I walked in, my father mysteriously pulled me aside and lowered his voice: "Ah Juan will tell you about his mother later, so don't let it slip."

That's right, I'll call A Juan directly.

"What did you say?" I pinched a piece of cumin beef and chewed.

"Just now the child asked your mother if he could visit his mother, but we didn't tell him the truth." Dad didn't notice me stealing food, and said with a worried face, "I'm afraid the child will be sad, so I just said that the visiting time has not yet come. Later your mother taught him how to fold origami cranes, and he said that he would make a thousand paper cranes and bring them to his mother when the time came."

I felt like a stick in my throat for a while.

When I went out, I didn't know how to face Chi Qian. I don't lie very well.

After dinner, I took Chi Ajuan for a walk on the basketball court in front of the house, and there was a circle of moths under the street lamp, slamming into the lamp one after another.

On the third lap, he asked me: "Dad, how many days are there left to see Mom?"

"You miss mom?" I dodged the question.

"Yeah." He lowered his head and broke his fingers, "She said she would come back to see me, but she forgot."

"She forgot." I stroked his messy curly hair with my hand, "She can't help it."

"Well." Chi Qian accepted the reason, "I forgive her, so I'm going to tell her not to worry, I don't blame her at all."

I didn't know what to do or what to say. At this moment, I felt that I didn't even have the courage to look directly into the child's clean eyes. I couldn't make up a nice lie, and I couldn't tell such cruel words that my mother was dead.

"Do you think your mother treats you well?" I had to change the subject again.

"Not always good."

"Will she scold you?"

"meeting."

"Will you hit me?"

Chi Qian kicked his toes and buried his head low: "I will when I'm drunk."

Later, he seemed to want to defend his mother, and looked at me seriously like a little adult: "But she tried her best, Grandma Tai said, she wanted to be nice to me, but she couldn't help it." He nodded, "With you Said the same."

I have always understood that Liqiu is not a good mother, she is a person who lives by a reckless courage, whether it is childbirth or marriage, she never considers the consequences.It's not good for her to be a mother, and Chi Qian also knows that his mother is a little different from other people's mothers.But sometimes feelings are like this, no matter what someone does to you, as long as you smile, you are likely to forgive her.

Li Qiu scolded him, beat him, and thought about not wanting him, but she would also cover him with the squeezed quilt at night, and cook a meal of poor-looking and unpalatable dumplings during the Chinese New Year. would hug him and cry until he couldn't breathe.

She's just a poor woman overwhelmed by life.

I believe there is a kind of love that lasts forever in this world.

Even if you have 1000 million reasons to despise her and hate her, you still want to love her.

I patted his head and swallowed my sigh back.

Two days later, I took Chiqian and moved back to the small apartment I had prepared for my wedding. It was less than [-] square meters, with one bedroom and one living room, and the kitchen was shared. It was a home I bought with everything I had.There is also a double happiness lettering on the door of the bedroom, and the mattress exudes the smell of the sun, and it was my mother who took the time to come over to help me dry it.

A small pot of golden osmanthus on the very small balcony was moved from his parents’ house, and he never took care of it. Everything was blessed by God. Now it seems to welcome the owner to move in. The branches are warm and yellow, and there is a slight wind. Fragrance fills the house.

Looking at these old-fashioned furniture, cabinets, and water-polished floors feels amazing. Touching them bit by bit, the smooth and delicate touch of lacquered wood seems to be familiar old times, old friends who have been away for many years, kind, but Inevitably unfamiliar.

Because in my memory, it takes a long time to find the impression of living here.

After all, this 27-year-old shell contains the soul 11 ​​years later.

My own home looks fresher than anyone else, which is quite funny.

The rusty iron mailbox at the door was full of advertising leaflets and newspapers. I tried to take these things out, and one letter fell out. The worms had bitten it and made several small holes, and the address of the prison was on it.

Fall.

A sour name sounded in my heart.

Unfold it, and inside is a passbook, each of which is a few tens of dollars in small money. Money for stationery."

Below the passbook is a thin piece of paper with only two sentences on it: "The password is the child's birthday, please, please take good care of him."

I turned my head to look inside the house, and Chi Qian was standing on tiptoe, solemnly placing the glass jar on the TV cabinet, which was already half filled with paper cranes.

At the beginning, he didn't fold well, the wings were always one long, one short, one high and one low.

Now that he is very proficient, he pinches his little hand in the middle, and the straight marks will come out. Holding a pencil, he carefully draws the eyes of each paper crane.

"Dad, when are we going to see Mom?"

One day, he held a glass jar and asked me.

The jar was nearly full to the brim, and he was stacking the last one.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the sun outside the window pierced the gauze curtain like blood. I stood in the flickering light for a while, watching him silently.

I was struggling in my heart, whether to continue to hide or reveal the truth, I couldn't make up my mind.

Chi Qian had already folded the last one in my silence, gently put it into the jar, covered it with a broken green window screen, and tied the round mouth of the bottle tightly with a thin red woolen rope.

He looked up at me, opened his mouth to smile, but tears fell down one after another, I hurried over and pressed him into my arms.

This kid is too smart for me to fool him.

His crying was stuffy in my chest, as if erupting from the depths of my body. After crying for a long time, he said hoarsely, "I still have something to tell her."

"Speak, she can hear you."

"Mother."

He just yelled, tears poured out again, his shoulders twitched, and he tried his best to hold back the trembling and crying.

"......Are you OK?"

I finally understand what it means to be sad.