To my dear Mr. Meng

When I graduated from senior year, I drank and ate everywhere. Although the anxiety and excitement of entering the society were still far away, after a series of breakup meals, I was washed clean by the tears of the men who smelled of alcohol and tobacco. There was such a trace of emotion.Mr. Meng and his banquet were upstairs in the same restaurant. I squatted on the curb and waited for him. The last bit of twilight also sank behind the building. The orange-red evening wind rolled up dust and car exhaust on my face. It was still real. heat.

Xu Miao got drunk and yelled with a Zhang Guangong face that he wanted to marry Feng Yanling as soon as he graduated. Everyone booed him to propose marriage, so he walked crookedly to Feng Yanling, holding a faint green wine bottle in his hand, and double-thumped. Kneeling down, he said angrily, Ling'er, let's get the certificate!Feng Yanling's face was flushed, and she went to pull him again, swearing and shameless.I was also dizzy from drinking, and was pushed to the outside by the crowd. I don't know why she cried again later, and hugged Xu Miao so tightly, as if I was afraid that she would melt.

A hand suddenly reached out and snatched away the cigarette I was holding in my mouth.

"Don't smoke with them all the time."

Mr. Meng threw the cigarette into the trash can casually—because there was no lighter, the cigarette was still clean—I couldn’t help feeling a little distressed, he stretched out his hand to pull me up, and when I leaned over, I smelled the acrid smell of alcohol on his clothes.

"I just remembered what Xu Miao said before, that he and Feng Yanling are going to get married after graduation."

Mr. Meng said with a smile: "You can believe the drunken words."

"Shouldn't he be speaking the truth after drinking?"

He glanced at me with a smile and didn't answer.

"I kind of envy them both." I said, "It's not like me. What will you and I do in the future?"

"What should I do?" He asked with a smile.

For a moment, I felt he was pretending.But I couldn't see clearly under the street lamp, I just thought he was a little drunk, so I explained: "Aren't you going to get married for the rest of your life?"

He asked back: "There are also people like this."

"And then, tell your parents the truth?"

He stopped smiling slowly, looked at me for a while, and finally said: "There will always be a way."

The crescent moon in the sky is very bright.

One thing I didn't think about is that when the two roads in front of me are not feasible, most people will not choose Yugong Yishan, but will naturally go to another road.

Probably because I was hit on the head by my mother that day, my memories are all fragmented, intermittent and incoherent.The metal piece on her bag was razor-sharp, and I scratched a long gash on the side of my face, and two round beads of blood rolled onto the collar of my white T-shirt.Because the two yellowish blood marks could not be washed off, the clothes were ruthlessly discarded later.

My mind was completely blank, and I didn't even think of explaining anything, not to mention all explanations were trying to cover up.The doors of the two bedrooms were facing the main entrance, each revealing half of a bed, and half of the bed was empty, only covered with an old sheet to cover the dust.

As shrewd as my mother, she never wastes energy and energy on distinguishing the truth from others' words. She concentrates on whipping me with her bag, sparing no effort, so that the ear of the famous brand bag she is proud of is finally overwhelmed, and flies away. When she got out, she simply threw the whole bag at me. I hurriedly dodged it, and the bag viciously rushed towards a glass vase with a thin neck, knocked down the cabinet, and blasted clear water and glass shards all over the floor.

She used everything around her to grasp, the blood vessels on the backs of her hands protruded, her teeth creaked, and she cursed over and over again: "Dog thing! You are not as good as a beast! You still have to be shameless? I told you Your father supports you, how can I be sorry for you, and do these things to me? You are afraid that I will not die, are you? Why did I give birth to such a thing as you! I should have strangled you at that time..."

Mr. Meng was in the middle, and just called her, before he could say anything, he was slapped on the face, the crisp and spicy sound was like a thunderbolt, and he turned his face away.

"what are you doing!"

Hot blood and cold sweat rushed to my forehead at the same time. I pulled her behind and went up to her. She was holding a folded umbrella in her hand and was waving it on my arm. The flesh on that area suddenly turned pale.I didn't care about the pain, I tightened her wrist, my eyes, nose and mouth were filled with burning hot air: "Mom, you're crazy!"

Before she could finish speaking, she slapped her backhand, which happened to hit the wound, and her right eye was blurred with tears from the pain.Mr. Meng yelled at me anxiously. My mother tried desperately to break free from my grasp, and screamed, "You dare to come here! If you come here, I'll kill you. Try!"

Her short and fat body is so powerful that I can hardly stop her. I kept calling Meng Qiansheng to leave quickly, but he was still worried. He didn't go out until my mother rushed towards me with tears in her eyes. When he was about to leave, he looked at me like a knife's edge.

I dragged my mother, and she turned to look at me. I am sure that if she had really held a knife in her hand at that time, she would have chopped it without hesitation.But she didn't, so she just slapped her hard again.Before the sound of the slap hit the ground, her body sank suddenly, and she fell onto the armrest of the sofa. shock:

"You want me to die, are you forcing me to die for you to see? I owe your family something, what I owed you in my previous life... I worked so hard to raise you so big, you can do this kind of thing ! You read all the way into the dog's stomach, huh?"

With every cry, a few tears fell down, her chest heaved violently, and even the line of the sternum could be vaguely seen.The crying made my skin tense, thinking of the slap Mr. Meng received just now, I'm afraid it was heavier than mine.The room was even more silent because of the circling cries, and I felt a strange sense of relief. I looked down and saw her red nose and eyelashes glued together by tears, and suddenly felt pity in my heart.

I squatted down, my two arms were so red that they were about to bleed, pink fleshy ribs covered them, and my back was high.I called out softly.

She raised her head, and her eyes peeled my face bit by bit.The muscles on her face were stiff, but the stiff lines weakened the fierceness, revealing a kind of dull and primitive gentleness instead.

She looked at me without saying a word, then suddenly raised her leg and kicked my chest.

That night my mother said she wanted to take me home. When the taxi stopped at the traffic light, I opened the door and jumped out. I just ran into the dark alley, ignoring her scolding me hoarsely behind me. He ran two streets away, stopped an empty taxi, and drove straight into the city.

In the early morning, the road was endlessly long, and the street lamps overhead were as big as the full moon. As far as the eye could see, there were only large groups of strangely shaped black shadows, which were as confusing as a fabricated hallucination.

The fare cost me almost all the money I had on me. After getting out of the car, I was shaking uncontrollably all the way up the stairs. I heard my panting dragging across the ground like a stone axe. Finally, I hit the door with my head. Call Meng Qiansheng.

As soon as the door opened a crack, I couldn't wait to squeeze in, only wishing that I was not a piece of paper, so it would be faster.

Meng Qiansheng didn't sleep, his brows were full of distracted tiredness. Seeing me, he was taken aback for a moment, and immediately checked me up and down, wrapped the ice in the refrigerator with a towel, and asked if my mother hit me again. How come a person ran over.

When I said I jumped out of the car, he was taken aback, and immediately turned cold and scolded me for dying.

I laughed out loud.

He was a little short of breath, saying that you are still laughing and so happy to be beaten.Saying this, the movements of my hands were very careful, and soon I applied the ice cubes to the other half of my face.He himself looked too embarrassed, half of his face was slightly deformed due to excessive swelling.

I stood up against the wall, ignored him and told him to sit down, put my hands across my neck to support the back of his head, looked into his eyes, and said, "Meng Qiansheng, you don't even know how much I like you."

He stopped his movements, and after a while he seemed unable to hold back, and smiled slightly: "I know."

I kissed him: "You don't know."

He laughed even harder, put the ice cubes on the sink table, and rubbed the back of my neck with his wet hands.The freezing feeling penetrating into the bone marrow made me tremble like a guillotine knife.

We exchanged a deep, long kiss and got into bed.

I don't think I'll ever love him more in my life than I do right now.

It's like God allowed me to see it one last time before destroying the whole world.So all unwillingness, desire and love are melted in this one eye.

The phone call from Mr. Meng's father came the next morning.

He didn't let me listen, he closed the door when he went out, came back after a long time, and didn't say a word after that.When the second call came in, I stood by and found that it was my mother's number. Mr. Meng glanced at me and pressed the speakerphone.

He only had time to call "Auntie", and all other words that he had not yet spoken were blocked by the harsh words on the other end. She cursed him to die, said that he was shameless and did despicable deeds, and he humiliated the Meng family's face; The husband didn't seem to hear it until she said, "How can you be sorry for your own mother, she will have no peace in the ground if she sees you like a ghost", his face suddenly changed, and I hung up the phone first.

Mr. Meng took the phone from me and pressed it to turn it off.

Halfway through lunch, he put down his chopsticks, and the bamboo chopsticks made a little noise on the rim of the bowl, which made my heart tighten.He called me and said, "I'm going home."

I asked, "When are you leaving?"

"Tonight or tomorrow morning, fly back."

Seeing that I was silent, he forced a smile: "It's nothing, my dad is hospitalized, go back and have a look."

"What disease? Is it serious?"

"It's just high blood pressure." He paused, then said, "What about you?"

I pretended not to understand: "Huh?"

"Your mother's side...don't you go back?"

"I don't know," I said, "and I don't know how she knows. Your family... knows too?"

"Isn't it difficult for us both?"

I can't laugh at all.

Mr. Meng went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and I sat in my original position restlessly, dazed for a while, the recent events rushed to my eyes, my blood rushed, and finally I even felt dizzy.My heart was beating too hard, and I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to call Meng Qiansheng, but the base of my tongue was numb, and I couldn't even utter a word.

Cold sweat rushed up from the roots of my spine, and for a few seconds, my eyes were full of blue, purple, yellow and green flowers.After almost half a lifetime, the variegated light spots gradually dispersed, and the talent slowly came back to his senses, and he could hear the sound in his ears. The sound of water flowing in the kitchen was gentle, and occasionally there was a crisp sound of porcelain colliding, like An irregular pearl fell to the glass.

My heart was beating peacefully, and I began to suspect that everything just now was an illusion.When I walked into the kitchen, Mr. Meng had already washed the dishes, turned off the tap, and asked, "What do you want?"

I felt like I was only two or two pounds of cotton wool, and I floated up to him and hugged him from behind.

He was startled, and then put the plate on the shelf to drain: "It's okay, don't worry."

I leaned into his ear and said slowly, "I didn't tell my family."

"I know. I don't blame you."

The post that posted Mr. Meng's student information registration form came to my eyes again.A drop of water dripped from the plate, and I kissed the skin behind his ear: "I'm sorry."

Still don't say it.

He reached behind him with one hand and patted my back reassuringly.