Yin Chen

My mother occupied ten years of my life, I was young and ignorant, and I only learned that there was such a story after listening to some gossip.

In my memory, my mother always combed her shoulder-length hair, her hair was fine and black and soft, I leaned on her shoulder socket so warm, in the night when my father was away, I could sometimes feel that she was tracing my eyebrows with her fingertips, gently, she loved to listen to opera, love to write faces. It was a beauty as light as water, when she was small, I vaguely remember that once she took me to see the Peony Pavilion, when she was small, I didn't understand the deep meaning, I only remember that my mother at that time had red eyes, and tears were in my eyes. Now that I re-watch it, I know the vicissitudes of life, the sorrow of it, and the accidents of human feelings

I still have a calligraphy next to me, which is an old object, and I have been carefully storing the light and thin rice paper. I know my mother's handwriting, but this one is not her style. It is written on the poems of Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty, and the title cloud "Painting Hall Spring" is only slightly changed at the end.

Said: Visiting Oxford, relatively forgetting poverty.

The rice paper is inscribed with Su Shi's words: I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. It was my mother's handwriting, with a word added to the margin.

Insult. The inscription of the Zhizhi, that ink treasure was written by him. No one in my life has ever had a name to say, I wanted to find something, but I couldn't figure it out.

Whoever doesn't have a story, I just want to be the one in your story.

She left in the autumn of that year, it was the time when Guantong fell, but she, I couldn't see it, she was in a coma in the bathroom, and she couldn't wake up after being sent to the hospital, I was with me in the hospital every step of the way, and the flowers sent by relatives and friends went all the way out of the corridor, and one day in the third month, my father came, and I didn't know what the doctor said, I only heard Dad's words.

"Extubation."

I love to laugh since I was a child, but all laughter is flattery and insincere.

Apart from.

Gu Shen.

After that, I went to Gu Shen's house to live for more than a year, and later, my father sent me abroad for five years, until I came back to take the college entrance examination when I was 17 years old.

Gu Shen is in the third year of high school and I am the second year in high school, he has always kept his grades in the top tens, and he has hidden his strength and personality, he already has some weight in my heart. Humble son, gentle as jade, does he mean people like him? Because he is the best, so I also want to be the best, I went to his university, studied a major that matched him, and when I dream back at midnight, I still think of my mother's face, pain or nostalgia, I have long been relieved, because I have faith, he in faith.

Thinking of my father, I have seen that woman a few times, but it is still pleasing to the eye, he now has gray hair on his temples, and there are some wrinkles on his face, and there are vicissitudes in the wrinkles. The career has come to this point, what else is there to ask for? That stepmother's appearance and personality are too similar to my mother, which makes me a little reverie, my father is also a long-term lover, but it's a pity that the person he loves for a long time never loves him.

I have a few stones in my heart, Gu Shen is, I don't want to see him get close to other women, even if he never has me in his heart, I have estimated most of my mother's life, so I don't want me to let me smile like a flower in the face of another person I don't love in the future.

Everything is just for him, Gu Shen, you can't look at me twice, I don't want to look back at you and other people, listening to you tell others about your love story.

Everything is a bureau, and you and I are both insiders.