Encyclopedia love letter

It's only Wednesday, and Lu Zai didn't expect Sunfish basking in the sun to send him a message.

After Sunfish returned to China, he didn’t post any more status, and occasionally he would make a fuss under other people’s comments, but every time Sunfish went online, he would come to poke Lu Zai, but he didn’t chat a few times, mostly on weekends .

So Lu Zai guessed that sunfish should have started to go to school, and was still under strict control by the family, so they didn't have much time to surf the Internet.

@晚阳的沙鱼: Deer God, let me tell you a funny story.

@迷鹿:?

@晚阳的森鱼: Do you know why I am called this name?

@迷鹿:?

@晚阳的松鱼: Because the sunfish is very delicate, it can’t bear any grievances. Whenever the sunfish is sad or sad, it will burp.

@迷鹿: Oh.Want a red envelope?

@追鹿: [Gong Xi Fa Cai]

@晚阳的沙鱼: [The red envelope is returned] Dad doesn’t want you anymore, you go.jpg

The red envelope was returned to the account intact, Lu Zai didn't understand.

He originally thought Sunfish had been wronged, so he acted like a baby here, so he wanted to send a red envelope to comfort him, but unexpectedly he was rejected.

Looking at the returned money, Lu Zai felt that the sunfish was also rebellious.

His own life is like a pool of stagnant water, without waves and waves, but he can understand the sudden temper tantrum of the sunfish. Boys, if they disagree with each other, they are like a little wolf cub with teeth and claws. Isn't Xia Jianjing the same way, during the day He also joked that he had an opinion on him.

@晚阳的晋鱼: Show me some respect, I am a glorious science popularization worker.

@晚阳的松鱼: You listen to my advice, you learn from the sunfish, if you have nothing to do, bask in the sun more, and let your heart be more sunny.Look at the photos you took, it really ruins such a good lens.

Lu Zai felt a little sorry for accidentally stepping on the tail of the sunfish. After all, he liked her quite a bit.

But Lu Zai can't speak soft words. He has never coaxed anyone, so he can't speak.His mouth was too tight, when Lu Yuanming cut him with the knife, blood gushed out from his shoulders to his waist, but he only turned pale and didn't even hum.

It was only at this time that Lu Zai really felt the benefits of emojis. He casually picked up a cute pig and sent it to Sunfish.

@迷鹿: What breed are you and why are you so fierce? .jpg

@晚阳的松鱼: Hahahahahaha, Deer God, you are poisonous!

@晚阳的森鱼: I won’t tell you anymore, my dad told me to go home for dinner.

Xia Jianjing held his mobile phone and laughed, thinking that Milu could really be on an equal footing with Lu Zai in terms of awkwardness, he said no and told him to shut up, but in the end he used it without a teacher.

Xia Jianjing went upstairs with his meal, and happened to run into Professor Chen who was out for a walk with his family.

Professor Chen is a fat middle-aged man whose hometown is Mudanjiang in the northeast.He teaches college Chinese, and his wife works in the back office of the school.Both husband and wife are very enthusiastic. They often send special products to neighbors upstairs and downstairs. The youngest daughter is just learning to speak, which is also very attractive.

But Xia Jianjing couldn't laugh when he saw Professor Chen. His greatest pain now came from the few Chinese books that Professor Chen gave him.

"Hello, uncle, auntie!" Xia Jianjing bowed firmly, stood up straight, and then stretched out his hand to tease the little girl in Professor Chen's arms, "You are also good, baby."

"Why do you still go to the cafeteria to buy food?" Professor Chen shook his head when he saw the things in his hand, "The big pot is full of oil, so next time you go directly to your uncle's house to eat."

"Thank you uncle, then I'll go first." Xia Jianjing bowed again, turned sideways and jumped upstairs.

When he walked half way to the second floor, he heard Professor Chen's wife say: "I think the child is very smart and polite. Xia Ping has worked hard these years."

"Who said it wasn't? After Guanzhen left, he became both a father and a mother. Before that, he asked me to find some elementary school textbooks for him, saying that he wanted to make up lessons for his son. I feel sorry for the parents of the world." Chen The professor changed the subject, and separated the lollipop in his daughter's hand with his index finger, letting her look at him, "You don't want to learn from that brother just now, ancient poems should be accumulated from an early age, and girls have poetry and books in their stomachs. magnificent."

What was said later, Xia Jianjing couldn't hear clearly, he opened the door and went home, Xia Ping just finished packing.

Maybe Professor Chen mentioned Wanzhen, Xia Jianjing felt a little depressed during the meal, and didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, just buried his head in his mouth.

Xia Ping was tired all day and didn't want to talk, so he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes after eating.

Since Guan Zhen passed away, he and Xia Ping have never returned to this sad place.This house has not been lived in in the past ten years, although Xia Ping has cleaned it inside and out, but now looking back through the vast world of mortals, it is embarrassing.

Xia Jianjing looked around with his head stared blankly. The walls were a little yellow and hadn't had time to repaint them. The heated ceiling had a layer of sticking out, and there were traces of rodents on the legs of the old wooden sofa.The memories of living here in his childhood are as old to him as if they were experienced in his previous life.

He likes a lively environment, and after ten years of collective life in a tent in a field base, now suddenly he and Xia Ping are left alone, and the longing for Guanzhen in his heart surges up like wildfire.

The young Xia Jianjing was even more lively than now.At that time, China and the United States cooperated in the "Chaoyang Ji Project" on the feasibility of species and ecological restoration. Xia Ping was one of the leaders of the Chinese scientific research team, and Xia Jianjing's mother, Guan Zhen, was just an associate professor at that time. Like three treasures, they live on the Galengeti prairie.Guan Zhen never let him go, except for the study time stipulated by Xia Ping, he mixed with the zebra antelope every day, crawling on four legs was faster than running on two legs.

This free-range life lasted until he was four years old. Xia Ping and Guan Zhen's Chinese team took the lead in completing the A-stage scientific research task and returned with honor.On the day they returned to China, even provincial leaders came to pick them up. Banners were displayed outside the airport, flashing lights were turned on from time to time, and the team members were surrounded by reporters.

Guan Zhen and other team members stood stiffly behind the leader for a group photo, while Xia Ping was being interviewed alone. He stood in a Chinese tunic suit with his hands behind his back. He declined to discuss any details of his time in Tanzania beyond the published information.

Later, Guanzhen was promoted to a professor, and the school allocated the house to Xia Ping.The house was not big, only two bedrooms and one living room, but they lived here, and since then they have officially settled down in City X.

But the good times didn't last long. At the end of the year, Guanzhen was diagnosed with advanced lymphoma. Her long-term and high-load work emptied her young body, and she didn't even last a year from the time she was diagnosed to her death.

Xia Jianjing's gaze stayed on the black and white photo on the wall, and Guanzhen smiled softly.In fact, Xia Jianjing didn't have much impression of Guanzhen. He was too young at that time, and only some trivial fragments remained in his memory.On the contrary, other senses remember more clearly, Guanzhen's voice is also very gentle, and she must not be able to suppress the situation when she stands on the podium; there was a faint fragrance on her body before, but later it became the smell of medicine; and her embrace has always been warm. Yes, Xia Jianjing likes to nest in her arms. When he is sleepy, tired, beaten by Xia Ping or feels wronged, he likes to nest in and find shelter.

Xia Jianjing laughed, looking at Guanzhen in the photo, he probably couldn't hug him now.

Every tiny mark in the room reminded him of the warmth of ten years ago. He walked into Xia Ping's bedroom, groping with his fingertips against the wall, looking for a trace.

He squatted down slowly, and put his face against the wall, where there was a line of immature words: Mom, you must get well soon!

Guanzhen spent almost all of her last days on this bed. Xia Jianjing was still an ignorant kid at that time, and even used pinyin for complicated words, so she couldn't understand Guanzhen's mood at all. I knew that I was clamoring to go to the annual meeting to watch the lion dance.

For nearly a year, Guanzhen faced this wall every day, looked at this line of writing, and then lied to Xia Jianjing day after day, saying: "Mom will do it, little whale. Don't worry. When Mommy recovers, Just go with the little whale."

Later she turned into a handful of dust at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, Xia Jianjing no longer mentioned the lion dance at the annual meeting, and he didn't even like the Chinese New Year.

After Guan Zhen left, Xia Ping applied to the teaching and research group, took over the unfinished work of Guan Zhen, and worked with her mentor, Professor Richard, on the protection and research of sub-Antarctic D-type killer whales. This line of work lasted another ten years.

Guanzhen's death made Xia Jianjing grow up overnight. He understood his own situation and felt sorry for his father's vicissitudes. Since then, Guanzhen has become a topic that is rarely mentioned between father and son.

After ten years, Xia Jianjing returned to their little home again. He has grown into a half-grown guy with a pleasant personality, clever and cute, and a slap in the chest makes people feel very trustworthy.

But the handsome boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was leaning against the wall with a lonely expression on his face, and he missed his mother very much.

Xia Ping put his footsteps lightly and walked over without a sound. He raised his hand and turned on the bedside lamp in the bedroom, and the room was instantly enveloped in warm yellow light.

"Son," Xia Ping raised his hand to cover the back of Xia Jianjing's head, his palm was rough but gentle, "I was studying for a Ph. After the Cultural Revolution, the college entrance examination was resumed. I was one of the first batch of students in the village to go to school, and I have been a doctoral student in ten miles and eight towns." Xia Ping smiled heartily, and the arrogance of the older generation of scholars suddenly lifted "And he's a foreign doctor."

Xia Ping sat cross-legged beside his son, Xia Jianjing tilted his head to look at him, his eyes finally regained some light, "Are you okay at that time?"

"Of course it's not good," Xia Ping sighed, leaning his head back on the edge of the bed, half-closed his eyes, "At that time, I even wanted to die, and I felt that I would be alone in this world from now on. No matter where you go, there is a storm. Suddenly lost the goal of living, and I don’t know who to fight for.”

Xia Ping seemed to be caught in a certain memory, the more he spoke, the lower his voice, Xia Jianjing shook him, and urged: "And then?"

"Then I met your mother. She was still studying for an undergraduate degree and came to the school next door for a summer exchange." Xia Ping smiled. He recalled the past more than 20 years ago, and his tone was extremely doting, "Your mother's science brain, I don’t know where to copy a passage for me.”

Guan Zhen had just arrived and had no relatives in Boston. Xia Ping was entrusted by the dean of the department to accompany her for a period of time.After his mother passed away, he suddenly lost his backbone, stopped attending classes, and put aside experiments. He just lay in bed every day, like a walking dead.Guanzhen inquired everywhere and finally found his residence, handed him a piece of paper, and ran away with her head down.

Xia Ping still remembers what was written on it.

Guan Zhen wrote: A woman has been inspired since she became a mother. She is not a sculptor, but she supports your original thought skeleton. The love she gave you will not be diminished in the slightest because of her departure.May you be strong and be her eternal David.

Xia Jianjing still hung his head, and the boy's back bent into an arc sadly, so Xia Ping pulled Xia Jianjing to stand up, "Come on son, Dad will teach you a lesson."

Xia Ping made a point on the wall and drew a small circle, "Parting is a compulsory course on the road of life, for example, I have to say goodbye to your grandma here, and then walk down alone, but here, He stretched his fingers forward, and then dropped a little. After continuous tracing, he drew a larger and fuller circle than before, "I met your mother, and we have a new family, including you."

"Then can I still miss her?" Xia Jianjing pointed at his heart, "I miss her very much."

"Of course," Xia Ping said firmly, "It can be done now."

Xia Ping patted his son on the shoulder, gave him space, and then closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Xia Jianjing crawled over and turned off the only light source in the room, and then sat on the ground with his legs crossed against the wall.

Outside the window were thousands of lights lit up one after another, but the darkness around him gave him the same sense of security as nature.

Is it possible that one day in the future he will bid farewell to the present life, bid farewell to Lao Xia and the past, meet new people, and start a new unknown journey?

He scratched his hair irritably, and pouted angrily to blow the bangs drooping on his forehead.He took out his phone, turned on the flash, and took a photo of the wall.

The framing of this photo is not up to standard, and the exposure is a bit overexposed, and the line of writing can barely be seen clearly.He printed a kiss against the screen, and then uploaded it to the wide angle of the earth, with the text "My Sad Wall", classified as only friends can see.

Soon Milu left a comment below, this was the first time Xia Jianjing saw Milu leave a comment.Milu first sent him an emoji of Sun, and then another.

@迷鹿: Come here and bask in the sun.

The author has something to say:

"jokiol!"

The cat cub beat it with its paw, I guess it was—"Praise my mother!"