To my dear Mr. Meng

After negating the dozens of hypocritical excuses in my heart, I reluctantly decided to join them.

Mr. Meng probably wanted to go very much.After all, he has had enough of his deserted birthdays with only me accompanying him. At this age, who wouldn't want to be surrounded by stars and moons?

Talking about comparing your heart with your heart, but actually only wanting to satisfy your own selfishness, you really can't be regarded as a frank suitor.

——That's right, I'm now calling myself "Meng Qiansheng's secret No. [-] suitor of Tianzi".

A child's mind becomes faster than a woman's. Although I was not so young at that time, compared with my current age, I can still call it that.So I pointed out two clear ways for myself: I can't let myself go, I should nip this dangerous thought in the bud; tell Mr. Meng that I like him.

The previous path has already been seen. Xiao Fang probably likes Mr. Meng. If you add Guan Ting, a treacherous minister who stirs up trouble, I can imagine the situation of "Don't be single when you are not married, and your children will go together suddenly" decades later.

As someone who has experienced it, I would like to remind you to think carefully about things before going to bed, especially major matters related to life choices.

That night, I dreamed that Mr. Meng and Xiao Fang were married, and Guan Ting was coaxing me to be their child's godmother. In the middle of the night, I was so angry that I woke up. I didn't fall asleep for the rest of the night. Rolled in bed until dawn.As soon as the alarm clock rang early in the morning, I jumped up from the bed in a murderous spirit, determined that I would never sit idly by Xiao Fang, the potential number one rival in love, and must fight to the death.

Later I told Mr. Meng about this, and he asked me, "Just because I had a dream?"

I admit that I was outraged at the time: "It's fine to call me a godfather, but Guan Ting actually said that she wants to be a godfather and let me be a godmother, it makes me angry."

Mr. Meng refused to comment, and locked me out of the study on the grounds of affecting work.

There is some truth to the saying that everything has two sides.For example, puppy love, from a certain point of view, I think liking someone when you are young is a particularly precious experience.When you are mature enough, wise, calm and sophisticated, you may always be able to make the best choice for maximizing your value, but it will be difficult to like someone from the bottom of your heart, not because of power, power, sex, or even disagreement. Shang is like-minded and soul-bound, just thinking of him makes my heart melt with joy.

I don't deny that this kind of liking may be close to some kind of primitive and animalistic emotion, but if you put it another way, it sounds much more romantic.

——I like Mr. Meng out of my instinct.

I do love Mr. Meng very much, but I have to admit that if we hadn’t met at that age, maybe we wouldn’t be where we are today.Now, I may not have the courage to let myself go to a relationship that is against the world in the eyes of most people, but at that time I can not care about the feelings of my parents, the eyes of the people around me and the discrimination of the society. The importance of love and self-worth is not even thought about at least forever.

My heart told me to love him, and I went recklessly.

There is no predestined true love in this world, there are just countless coincidences that are just right.

I was about to tell my mother to play with my classmates tonight, but my mouth was blocked first.

My mother's lunar birthday was supposed to be tomorrow, but because my aunt moved, we decided to have dinner tonight.

Every year, she reserved a table in a big hotel without any hesitation, and invited all her relatives from her natal family to dinner. After the meal, she usually played cards in the teahouse, making noise until midnight.It doesn't matter whether the banquet is delicious or not, but it is true that money flows like water.

My mother was born in an ordinary worker's family, and my uncles and aunts also failed to make it to the top, living a tight life.Although I haven't heard them say it personally, they should have no objection when they say that my father is a cornucopia; and my mother is probably the night pearl the size of a fist in the cornucopia.

As for myself, there is no doubt that I am the stupid son who inherits the cornucopia.

When I was a child, I never understood the significance of such a big battle.For me, dealing with grown-ups and pretending to say auspicious words of flattery is a labor-intensive and boring job.My mother never tires of it, and my cousins ​​also like this second aunt very much. As soon as they see her, they know that there is a red envelope to take, regardless of time.

I don't get close to these cousins ​​because we generally only meet three or four times a year.They were very close to each other, which made me look like an outsider all the more.

My dad didn't bother to hide his annoyance with this matter. A few years ago, he would show up to make a fuss, drink a few cups and escape with excuses; now he doesn't even show his face, he just pays for it.

But my mother was persevering, and never forgot to tell him to go with him every year. "With all sincerity, gold and stones will open" is probably her motto.

Before her birthday, my dad started to lose sight of the dragon and see the end, and it was hard to find the fairy trail, which always made my mother escape smoothly.She couldn't catch anyone, so she made dozens of phone calls a day, and the two of them quarreled through the phone. Not surprisingly, the last phone call would end with curses such as cursing to death, cursing, etc., Fengtou Leopard tail, loud and clear.

After all, after this phone call, my dad will never answer it again.

My parents are both uninhibited people who rely on horses and talents, and the content of scolding and fighting is often done in one go without adding any points. I have been listening to it for more than ten years, but it is still hard to come by.

What I am curious about is why my mother has always been keen to verbally describe the [-] ways my dad died, not to mention whether my dad will have a psychological shadow. If he really dies, the first thing to bear the brunt is her life of spending money like water. , followed by my underage drag oil bottle.Even if it is not a bad thing for my mother, it is not a good thing that can beat the drums.It's really hard to think of so many different ways to die. She must always keep my dad in mind and care about her a lot.

I can't say no to my mother.

Rather than saying that I'm not used to it, can't, and dare not refuse her, it's better to say that there is no room for rejection at all.My mother is a cruel woman, in front of her, you have only one way to go, and that is the one she gave you.

But I have never been absent from Mr. Meng's birthday. After thinking about it, I still said: "But I made an agreement with my classmates today to go out together after school."

She was peeling an egg, and the white egg white showed a faint green annoyance on her face.

"Can't you go out tomorrow?"

"Today is a classmate's birthday."

"How long has it been since you went to see grandma and uncle? It's so difficult to ask you to go to have a meal. The older you are, the more ignorant you are. I told you to call them more often, but you never did. Every time I asked Looking at you! Your dad didn't know he was coming back, and he was so busy that it wasn't for you. You don't know how to be considerate of adults. Alas, you won't know until you are my age. When I was your age..."

A gust of cold wind poured in from the living room, and I couldn't help shrinking my neck.

It was not yet dawn at this time, and it was probably a very cold and cloudy day.I don't have the habit of reading the weather forecast. My neck is empty, and I feel like a straw stuck in the field. The wool scarf in the cabinet should be taken out and worn.

I said no to Mr. Meng. He was obviously very disappointed, but he had no choice but to say that he would come to my house to see me when he was free in the evening.

My mother will have dinner at a high-end restaurant newly opened this year in the city center.

But in any high-end restaurant, there is always magnificence, and the decoration really doesn’t tell much about it. I usually judge it based on the appearance of the waitress and the ratio of the plate to the food.The waitress with double eyelids and dimples came over to serve the dishes with a smile.I glanced at the porcelain plate, my good fellow, it was almost as big as the faces of the two young ladies.The plate was put on the table, and I looked down. There was a palm-sized piece of meat in the center of the plate, poured with dark soup, which was horrible, but the inedible things around it were exquisitely made.

This one looks more advanced than last year's one.

I couldn't be satisfied with the food, and my heart had already flown to Mr. Meng.

This is the first time I didn't spend my birthday with him.

In those days, foreign festivals such as Christmas were far less popular than they are today, and there were few entertainment activities. I really couldn't guess where they would go to have fun.But Guan Ting is here, even if no one can come up with an idea, she can still take the lead.

She is very accomplished in eating, drinking and playing, which is undoubtedly the result of her parents' precepts and deeds.Her family's conditions are more similar to mine. Now, we should all belong to the father who has a nouveau riche.But my family’s family background is relatively thin. I have to stretch my neck to the length of a goose neck, so that I can barely touch the word "Second Generation Ancestor", and I absolutely dare not compare with her.

My mother said that my brain is not clear, and I don't know how to spend my money, which is true.Guan Ting and her mother's ability to burn money like burning paper, let alone me, even comparing my mother is ridiculous.

After getting to know Guan Ting, I realized that spending money is also an art.For example, the distinction between elegance and vulgarity in spending money divides the rich into celebrities and upstarts.

Guan Ting's saying is right: "Being an upstart is also very hard."

Guan Ting and I got to know each other through our fathers' countless chats and laughs at dinner parties. Later, we became one of the friends who could do anything for each other. We both thought it was a miracle.

There was such a coincidence that my dad met some acquaintances when he took me to dinner, and then I followed those uncles to another place to eat, and then met Guan Ting there very coincidentally, because she Dad was a friend of a friend of a friend of my dad's business friend.

The theory of six degrees of space is right, the world is really so small.

From then on, whenever Guan Ting's father was around, my father would love to pick me up, because Guan Ting's father would always bring this precious girl out to meet the world.I don't know what my dad is up to, because Guan Ting and I really don't know each other well. When we first met, we could only sit together and stare at each other.

Guan Ting was dissatisfied: "Why don't you speak?"

I also realized that it would be impolite to leave others alone like this, so I said, "What are you talking about? Have you finished your homework for today?"

She got angry with me and said I was cheating.

Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

"A woman's heart is a needle under the sea", I have learned a lot from Guan Ting.

Guan Ting knows how to play and dares to play, she will not let go of the good and bad habits of rich people.Before the school organized cultural activities, she signed up for a dancing show. She wore a red skirt with a bare chest and back, and her face was painted red and willow green. On the road, I could only hear the crackling sound of the boys' eyeballs jumping to the ground, and the eyeballs had grown legs, and they scrambled to roll towards the high heels under her feet.

I was called to be in charge of the stage. I just sent a chorus to the stage, turned around and walked back through the corridor, and suddenly saw the red dress entangled with a boy from the senior class.

The two parties were kissing each other deeply, and I ruined a good thing, and their faces were not very good-looking.The boy left, and Guan Ting and I looked at each other for a while, and she took out the mirror calmly and began to apply lipstick in front of me.

I admit that my brain is a bit out of control, because I blurted out and asked her: "Have you separated from Niu Jun?"

She rolled her beautiful eyes in the mirror: "What do you think?"

At that time, I felt that this girl's future was limitless.

Just thinking about Guan Ting gives me a terrible headache.

I have seen with my own eyes that she teased a secretary sister in her early twenties at a dinner party, making the adults laugh out loud at the banquet, and took the lead in encouraging the quiet female secretary to toast everyone one by one. .

With this female devil who has been severely corrupted by capitalism, and Xiao Fang who is vaguely wrong, Mr. Meng is like Tang Sanzang who strayed into Pansi Cave. Starving to death is a minor issue, but injustice is a major issue.

I was so worried that my eyebrows trembled. My aunt asked me seriously if my face was cramping. She said it was a sign of facial paralysis, and told me to go to her public clinic for acupuncture and moxibustion.

My youngest cousin and cousins ​​fought each other for the last piece of chocolate candy my mother brought them. Uncle and uncle turned a blind eye and yelled "go one go one go" proudly, drinking red-faced and clutching the glass Not letting go, yelling at each other with kisses and brothers; my little aunt’s gaze has long been firmly grasped by the jade bracelet on my mother’s hand; my uncle is saying that my cousin has been at home since he failed the college entrance examination, and seeing that he can’t be idle, Just about to find him a job to do, the eldest aunt agreed repeatedly, and when the uncle said that he was angry, she poked her finger on the forehead of the cousin who was buried in the chopsticks like a wind, scolding him for being useless, and after a while she personally handed over the The big fish and prawns were caught in his bowl; my aunt just divorced last year, and she couldn’t help crying when she talked about the husband who abandoned his wife and son. The second cousin sitting next to her was playing with chopsticks in a bored way. I saw him take advantage of people’s attention. , secretly put a small glass into his pocket; the fourth aunt and the younger aunt sat around, shaking their heads and sighing for the aunt, while discussing with relish how to catch the heart of their man and make him bow to her.

The laughter was real, and the tears were real, but all I felt was endless boredom and noise.

My mother was satisfied and finally called to pay the bill.

After the meal, the adults were going to play mahjong, and I took the opportunity to say that I would go home.My mother gave me the key and said that she would not come back tonight, and told me to close the door at night.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when we got off the bus.I was walking alone on the road, and it was extremely cold tonight, and the cold air penetrated into the gaps between the joints, making my bones ache, but this did not at all affect my feeling that I was about to be released from prison.

It would be even better if it snowed.

When I walked to the door of the unit building, I found a person standing downstairs.That shadow was so familiar, my heart skipped a beat when he heard the movement and turned his head.

"Badger?"