To my dear Mr. Meng

Mr. Meng's parents are still not divorced after all.

Neighbors inside and outside the compound came to persuade me, as did the leaders of the work unit: How about a proper divorce?Don't think about fame, but also think about children.quarrel?Which couple has never quarreled, arguing at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, holding back for a while, and it's over after it's over.The more noisy the better.Hit someone?Hey, beating people shouldn't be done, besides, men from the Meng family are soldiers with such great strength!Look at Xiao Rang, how can he beat someone with his small body?You see, Xiao Meng has promised the leader that he will definitely not do anything in the future!If he does it again, just tell us, all of us will uphold justice for you, and the leaders of the unit, let the leaders judge!There is no such thing as once and twice, and there is no sutra that is difficult to recite. Everyone makes a mistake, so it’s fine if you correct it, right?

I didn't mention going to Mr. Meng's house anymore, and he didn't say anything either.Mr. Meng was not a talkative person at all, like a well-trained beagle, his voice became even more muffled now.

Once the teacher assigned a composition titled "My Father", but Mr. Meng did not write it.He is usually very obedient. The teacher believed that there was a reason for his incident, and kindly asked why he didn't write it. Mr. Meng only said:

"I don't want to write."

The teacher's face was blue and red, and it was more interesting than singing a big show. I listened to it and wanted to applaud.In fact, I didn't want to write it either, but I didn't have the courage to disobey the teacher, and I was even more afraid that the teacher would sue my mother, so I gritted my teeth and wrote it, and even praised my father against my will.

Although my dad was not very diligent when he came home for the first two years, he often wrote letters and occasionally sent packages back.In the past two years, the interval between his homecoming has become longer and longer, but the letters are like Grandma Li's hair in the courtyard, and they are getting rarer and rarer.

My mother always said: "You have to study hard to be useful when you are admitted to university. Like when I was a child, how could I have such good conditions, and I was always mowing grass while endorsing. You have to cherish it. What did your dad go to other places to earn money? It's not all for you!"

I am terrified.

Fortunately, God has given me face, I am not bad at studying, and when I work hard, I can occasionally rank among the best.My dad never forgets to ask me about my studies in the letter, and my mom will tell him the truth.When my dad was happy, he said he would buy something to reward me. There are car models in the store, which is very foreign.

After reading the letter, my mother forwarded it to me and asked what she wanted.

I have many things I want on weekdays, such as food and entertainment, but I never thought about having a car.The next day I thought about it all day at school. The director’s daughter in the class had a set of watercolor stamps and brought them to school triumphantly. Everyone rushed to let her print them on the back of their hands. Mom said she wanted a watercolor stamp.

My mother frowned: "What's the use of that? Don't poke it around the house!"

She retorted so unquestionably that I immediately felt guilty.

My dad sent back a toy car, dark green, the size of a hand.My mother carefully placed it on the table, and asked with a smile, "Is your father treating you well? This is very expensive, so take care of it and don't break it."

I still want the stamp, although this one is definitely more expensive and more premium.But I had to do my best to show genuine joy and pretend I couldn't put it down, and for this I danced exaggeratedly in front of my mother, making her laugh out loud.

She said in the letter that I like it very much, and my dad is also very happy, saying that it is, he guessed that I would like it.

The next day, Mr. Meng asked if he could come to my house for dinner, and I couldn't ask for more.After dinner, he and I were doing homework in the room. I suddenly looked up and found that he was looking at the car on the table, so I showed it to him.He played with it for a while and seemed to like it very much. Just when my mother came in, he immediately put the car down.I said give it to him, but he refused to take it.Before leaving, I secretly stuffed the car into his schoolbag.

When I went to school the next day, Mr. Meng thanked me and grabbed a handful of candy for me.I handed him another one, peeled one myself, and the two of us sat on the steps basking in the sun.

Within two days, my mother found out that the car was missing, and when she found out the truth, she scolded me.

I don't feel sorry for giving it to Mr. Meng. I wish I could have two copies of everything so that I can play with him in different ways.

It was always raining that time, and Mr. Meng and I sat on the steps eating candy.A large piece of sugar was sipped in his mouth, and when it melted to a small half, Mr. Meng would slowly tell me about family affairs: Mom and Dad had a fight again; Dad was drunk today and dropped a bowl, Mom cleaned up the tiles, Cut my hand; Dad threatened to beat Mom again today, but he didn't do it...

I said, "Are you scared?"

He shook his head and stared outside for a long time. The rain was like continuous white threads, weaving into a wet mist, and then nodded again.

One day, just after school, I was still packing my schoolbag, when suddenly a few children ran in and shouted, "He Yujun, your lunatic aunt has escaped from the insane asylum!"

I jumped up "噗", I didn't even bother to scold them.

My aunt sent a basket of pigeon eggs covered with a floral cloth. She said she went to the compound and found out that we had moved. It was not easy to look for it at my mother's work unit, so she came to the school to look for me.

When she said these words, her tone was light, as if we didn't move, but just went out to buy groceries.

She also said that these are pigeon eggs raised by a friend at home, fresher than those sold outside, and more nutritious than eggs, and asked my mother to cook one for me every morning when I went home, so that I could grow taller.

She left after speaking.

Seeing her coming, the children who were laughing and laughing not far away scattered away, fearing that even their shadows would be stepped on by her. When she turned the corner of the street, they swarmed up to watch:

"If you eat the eggs of a mad woman, you too will become a madman!"

Mr. Meng told them to go away.They clapped their hands and laughed, filling the street with laughter:

"He Yujun is going to become a little lunatic!"

Mr. Meng re-covered the cloth for me and asked, "Why aren't you angry?"

I was indeed angry, but before my cheeks turned red with anger, there was already a surge of sadness in my heart.

"They're right. My aunt is indeed a madman."

Mr. Meng stopped talking.After a long, long time, I heard him whisper beside me:

"But she's a nice person."

As soon as the basket of pigeon eggs was brought home, my mother gave it away.I really feel a little resentful, but I don't seem to have the stance to complain.I have never found myself so gluttonous that I gave birth to a basket of pigeon eggs for three days.

My aunt’s name is He Jianfang. I don’t know what she was doing when I was young. Anyway, when I grow up—after the millennium, she seems to make a living from writing, but she also raises chickens and ducks in the countryside with her friends.

It is said that she is a writer, but she is unknown. I have not read any of her works. Maybe she hides herself with an obscure pseudonym.As for her friend, no one has ever seen her before. I even doubt whether this "friend" really exists.

After all, my aunt is a madman, and what a madman says cannot be taken seriously.

For as long as I can remember, my dad and aunt seem to have been out of touch because I never heard of it.The first time I saw her was the year my grandfather passed away. My father pushed me to a woman outside the mourning shed with a livid face. He gritted his teeth and the veins on his temples kept wriggling:

"This is your aunt!"

I was taken aback.

It turns out that I have an aunt!

This woman whom I call "Auntie" is not tall, her navy blue coat has been washed white, and the shirt of an unknown color is inside. I have never seen such a strange color: like wiping pot ashes and reapplying it. Wash it again.As soon as people see this color, the smell of pot ashes and charcoal flowers will linger at the end of their noses.There are two fat black cloth trousers lying on the bottom, which are by no means in touch with the fashionable flared trousers, more like they were ripped off from the body of an old lady with small feet who has been encoffined.

Like her attire, her age is also suspicious.

Grandpa’s former colleagues, friends, and neighbors in the compound have lived together in this compound for most of their lives, like gadflies living on the same cow, knowing each other well.Seeing her, people forced to smile awkwardly, and there was a bit of shock hidden in that smile, like a stone thrown into the water, and the reflection was extremely distorted.

In this way, even if he had greeted her, he couldn't wait for her to respond, so he hurriedly turned his head away and started talking loudly, showing an air of being busy with the conversation.

At this time, my mother came over, gave my father a reproachful look, and said to me loudly: "Don't get in the way here! Go play over there."

There are grown-ups everywhere, I can't be crazy in front of people, it's really boring, so I have to go to the place with the most people and let my ears be filled with the sound of conversation one after another, so that I can confirm that I have not been forgotten.

"Why is she here? I haven't seen her for many years."

"It's been seven or eight years, at least?"

"Where is it? I think it must be about ten years. She is much older."

"Certainly. After all, in a place like that... a madhouse."

"I reckon she must not be married yet."

"Marry! Who would marry a madwoman?"

"Isn't that a monster?"

"I still remember the day she was taken away by the lunatic asylum. It was really scary. He and her younger brother, Xiao He, were bleeding out from the asylum, as if he had rabies."

"How can you let the lunatic out? People nowadays are really irresponsible. If she goes crazy today, it will be lively."

When my aunt found me, I was huddled in the shadow of the corner, and she pulled me up:

"Why are you sitting here? It just rained yesterday, and the moss is full of water. It's so dirty. Get up."

I struggled subconsciously, but I didn't break away, so I had to stand up.

"Isn't it fun? I'll ask Qian Sheng to accompany you, okay?"

I asked her in a daze, "Is my aunt really crazy?"

She froze for a moment, the smile on her face froze before she could take it back, and was illuminated by the sun, revealing a strange brilliance, like a plump amber.

"Who told you that?"

I shook my head.

She didn't answer, and repeated again: "I asked Qian Sheng to play with you, okay?"

This time I nodded.

As soon as Mr. Meng came out, I said, "You know what? My aunt is crazy."

His eyes widened in surprise.

I took him back to my parents.My aunt was sitting on a rattan chair brought out of the house, staring at the street corner in a daze, turning a deaf ear to everything around her.

I don't know what she's looking at because it's just a street corner and nothing.

"She's not crazy, she's just in a daze."

Mr. Meng said.

"But they all say so."

I say.

"Who?"

"Everyone. Even my mom told me to go away."

Mr. Meng stopped arguing, maybe he was persuaded by me.

In fact, I didn't think she looked like a lunatic at first glance, but everyone said so, and now I look at her again, it seems that she does look a little silly and crazy.May I ask which normal person would sit on a chair without saying a word or even rolling his eyes?

I felt more and more that what other people said made sense, as if I had also grasped the truth, and proudly puffed up my chest.

I've never been a stubborn person, and that's one of my few good qualities.

At night, the children in the yard all knew that "He Yujun has a crazy aunt", and rushed out to see it.

It is human nature to look at and touch good things; but it is unbelievable that people would tie their heads to their trouser waists and poke out to see what is so bad that it is even life-threatening. up.

However, when they came out and saw that my lunatic aunt didn't have three heads and six arms, a blue face and fangs, but just a vulgar mortal face, they all showed great disappointment.They soon stopped paying attention to her, just like not paying attention to the flies scurrying in the bier.

So no one knew when my aunt left. When people suddenly woke up and remembered her, the wicker chair was already empty.

Perhaps she slipped away in a puff of smoke.

This is a trick of the monster.But in the eyes of most people, there is no difference between a lunatic and a monster.