Chapter 39: ?Broken Mekong

After getting off the bus, Luo Zhi saw his mother standing on the platform wearing a scarf. She dropped her suitcase, ran over and gave her mother who was dressed like a big bear violently. Mother’s smile turned into an angry frown—"Lolo, how many times have I said you, the train station is so messy, how can you throw your suitcase in place? Do you think you have been away for many years, why do you give me a hug? ..."
Luo Zhi smiled cheekily, walked over with his mother to pick up the suitcase and crossed the square to take the bus.
There is some dark remnant snow on the ground in my hometown, unlike Beijing just now covered in silver, and the wind is much harsher.
When I returned home, I found that the room was not as warm as I thought.
"The heating is not burning well this year. The household heating will be much better next year, don't worry," my mother turned and went into the master bedroom, "I bought the electric heater and turn it on now."
Luo Zhi's small room remained the same, and she knew that her mother would clean it every day. There are no obvious gender characteristics in her room. There are no dolls on the bed. The tables and chairs are all white. The sheets are blue and gray stripes. The only color may be the large "Slam Dunk" poster on the wall. It's a pity that it's the Lingnan team, all white. The uniform is as dull as the wall.
The poster was bought in elementary school, after many years. She rarely buys such things. Girls of the same age like to squeeze in small shops for a long time in groups, shopping for all kinds of beautiful mechanical pencils, ballpoint pens, fountain pens, erasers, colored paper strips made of lucky stars, and square colored paper made of paper cranes. A large poster of a star... She has never bought it. Suddenly, I got interested that day. After I bought my favorite animated poster from the small stall, I rolled it into a paper tube and quietly placed it on the table, fearing that my mother would scold her when she saw it. Unexpectedly, when I woke up the next morning, my mother had posted the poster on the wall.
For so many years, although it is slightly dark yellow, there is no curling or breakage.
Mom pushed the electric heater over and said: "Your house is small, and it will warm up soon. The suitcase will be opened and packed in a while. Sit here to keep warm."
She and her mother were sitting next to the bed, holding hands and laughing.
"Is Beijing cold?"
"It's much warmer than here."
"Yes, let's cool down here these two days, and the wind blows on our faces like knives. When we get home from work, we all shrink our necks and hide our faces in scarves, or are they cold enough. How is the heating in the dormitory? "
"Very good. The dormitory is small and has good insulation. However, I told you on the phone two days ago..."
"Can I ask again?!"
"Fine." Luo Zhi stuck out his tongue and smiled.
After they laughed, they suddenly stopped talking. Luo Zhi raised his eyes to look at the thick icy glass.
"Don’t worry about going so early tomorrow morning. For the 15th anniversary, the grandma’s people should be there too. They should all rush to get the ashes out early in the morning. . It's embarrassing to meet each other."
Luo Zhi smiled wryly when thinking of her aunt's anti-thief expression.
"Okay. If you take a car from our house, you can leave at half past nine, right?"
"No. Old Chen, the delivery driver in the cafeteria of our mold factory, explained that the car in the unit is idle. It's cold. Let him take us there."
"Oh, the bus," Luo Zhi shook his head exaggeratedly, "that's good."
"I'll give you hot dishes."
"Ok."
Luo Zhi stared in a daze at the red power grid by himself. His feet were numb from cold just now, but now it is relieved, itching and painful.
Please take the urn out of the crematorium, put on offerings, and burn the paper—according to the rules, these must be completed before noon, just like the funeral, so the funeral home is overcrowded every morning. She and her mother used to go to see father one day in advance, this time it was the 15th anniversary, and they still had to avoid it.
Although grandma has passed away, she will never point to her mother and say "Kevin" again.
When she returned to the house after eating, she found an unread message on the phone.
"Will you have dinner on Christmas Eve?" It was Zhang Mingrui.
"I'm home." Luo Zhi answered.
"Go home? Is it... home?"
"Nonsense. There is something at home, I must go back, sorry, Merry Christmas."
"That's it... Merry Christmas! I will be able to take care of it after returning home."
Every time Luo Zhi thinks of Zhang Mingrui, he feels very relaxed and warm.
It looks like Luoyang.
Thinking about who came, the phone vibrated again soon, this time it was Luoyang.
"I heard my aunt say, are you home?"
"Yes, I'm at home now."
"It's nice to go home. Envy."
Luo Zhi froze for a while, what envy, envy her going home to the grave for her father?
She smiled and replied: "If you can still take care of your family when you get married, my sister-in-law will be happy."
She just sent it successfully, and a text message came in at the same time.
"It's better to be a student if you work overtime in the company. Anyway, I envy you."
Luo Zhi knew that Luoyang must also be aware of his failure, and hurriedly changed the subject to explain indiscriminately.
Luoyang will always show up at the time and place Luozhi needs the most. Even if the cheap comfort given to her is meaningless, "Don’t be sad, want to have something", and often say wrong things and unhelpful, but Luo Zhi can take his Clumsy collected everything, and accepted it safely. Maybe because family members are different.
No matter how flawed and wicked she is, she will never feel ashamed and shameless in front of her family.
There was the sound of cooking in the kitchen. Luo Zhi sat in front of the seat and felt bored, so he looked up the small bookshelf and found that the most conspicuous was the "Five-year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" that had not been put away for some reason. She suddenly thought of Ding Shuijing. If I go back and repeat, can I still get a P major?
Luo Zhi stood on tiptoe and pulled out the workbook, trying to do a set of geography problems to play with. However, the workbook was too heavy, and she accidentally let it go. The workbook slammed down and almost hit her head. .
A few sheets of paper fell out of the workbook, and drifted slowly behind them.
Luo Zhi picked it up and found it was a diary written when he went to Myanmar to participate in activities in his second year of high school. In order to reduce the weight of the luggage, she didn't carry the heavy diary, so she just wrote it on the messy paper.
But why not put it in the diary, but instead appear in the workbook? She can't figure it out.
There are too many tourists in the palace and it is difficult to take pictures. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I saw the two teams of students who got off the bus first in the lobby chatting and talking about something, and when I got closer, I realized that they were writing postcards. Some locals peddled postcards with beautiful landscapes at the entrance of the hotel. After they were written, they didn't need to stick the stamps by themselves, and just hand them to the front desk staff.
I actually don't need to write postcards. Writing to my mother was a little pretentious, and I couldn't remember the address in Luoyang, and there were not many close friends in the school. But after thinking about it, I bought one.
I bought a postcard for him.
The beautiful scenery of the Mekong River. The sky at the end of the river is the red glow of the evening, and there is a clear moon in the corner. I really like it. I planned to go back to the room and ponder how to write, but on impulse, I decided to write immediately. I also squeezed to the table, thought about it, and swiped:
‘It’s beautiful. I’m so happy to be here. Allow me to show off. Actually I miss you so much, not just when I am far away. But I can't say. ’
A somewhat hypocritical passage, but after writing it, his hands are really shaking.
Just write the address, leave the sender blank, and hand it to the waiter in the hotel.
The moment he turned and left, I subconsciously called to him, then said "sorry" and grabbed the postcard and tore it back. Everyone knows that I went to Myanmar, and I put things like postcards in my mailbox, and everyone in their class could see it, and they obviously couldn't get through with myself.
Besides, he has a girlfriend. In the eyes of others, the moral meaning of my letter is more than just a confession.
The hard shards of the postcard were placed in the palm of the hand, and there were some rusty hands in the hand.
In my hand is the Mekong River torn apart by me.
I threw it into the trash can, and the leader of Team 2 looked at me and blinked his eyes. It was a dark-skinned woman who liked to laugh.
I said to her: "It’sforaboy. Imisshim." ("This is for a boy. I miss him.")
"Butwhydidyoutearitup?" ("But why did you tear it up?") She widened her eyes.
I smiled: "Imadesomespellingmistakes." ("I misspelled some places.")
Very serious spelling error.
"Don’tbesonervous." ("Don't be so nervous.") She laughed.
be careful and live long. How can I not be nervous?
But who can guarantee that if the sky changes to the vicissitudes of life, my cautious ship will inadvertently run aground in time.
After reading it, Luo Zhi sat at the table and smirked for a while.
She still remembers how she was called to the principal's office on the evening of May.
The principal sits opposite the solid wood desk, the teacher teacher Jiang sits at the table, and the red clouds outside the window behind. Luo Zhi sat down very relaxed, looked at the headmistress with a little loose skin and tired expression, and smiled politely.
"You look good when you smile."
The headmaster's opening remarks made her get goose bumps.
"I can't tell you why I found you for the time being. But you have to answer some of my questions, can you?"
"Okay." She didn't worry about this kind of mystery scene.
"Luo Zhi, a liberal arts class, right? Director Jiang recommended you to come over. Originally, we were looking for boys. We have already decided on a few candidates. Personally, I am very optimistic about Sheng Huainan in class 3. However, Director Jiang said the most Better to see you. I am also a little curious."
Her originally lazy mood rushed together, and an inexplicable enthusiasm began to evaporate. No matter what the principal's purpose was for her, she would beat Sheng Huainan. If this is something Sheng Huainan is looking forward to, then she wants to let him know who took what he wanted.
This is the same way that he wanted to be admitted to the first year of the school year when he was in the science class. It was a way to win his attention. She is not beautiful, nor does she have a lively character that makes people fall in love at first sight, but she hopes that she always has a slightly dazzling side in her.
There should be a little bit?
What's more, in her imagination, she competed with him for winning or losing, having already competed for her entire childhood and half of her youth. I'm used to it.
The conversation with the principal is not very difficult for her. She was fluent, polite, gentle and amiable, and she did not forget to add a humble smile while quoting.
The hypocritical skin is superimposed on layers of time and experience thicker and thicker.
The principal suddenly laughed and said: "I decided not to meet Sheng Huainan and the others. You are the first student I interviewed. I don't think anyone is better than you, it's you.
Luo Zhi was stunned. It turned out that the principal had not yet met Sheng Huainan, and it turned out that Sheng Huainan didn't know that she had won him.
It's kind of boring.
As a student ambassador, I visited Myanmar to participate in charity activities, but the itinerary was arranged like a public travel.
She can finally go out to play without worrying about the burden of the family.
Should be happy.
The magnificent scenery of Myanmar was photographed and sealed, and the only thing that was not photographed and was the only thing she remembered in her heart was the broken Mekong River.
Luo Zhi got into the quilt, and the quilt that had just been opened was very cold. She curled herself up into a small ball, and then carefully stretched it out to attack a larger area.
I accidentally received a text message from Belle before going to bed.
"I broke up with him."
Luo Zhi felt a little unusual. Belle and Gobi broke up many times, but never texted her.
"real or fake?"
"It should be true. Because he brought it up."
Luo Zhi couldn't laugh or cry at this sentence.
"Don't drink, don't mess around, remember to lock the door at night, it's very cold when it snows, don't go too far when you go out to relax, wear more clothes, and be careful of catching cold." Luo Zhi knew that everything was nonsense, but he just told her to be careful.
"Fortunately you are not here, otherwise I will be annoyed to death again."
"Again? It seems that you are quite self-aware. Let's listen to music by yourself this time."
"Luo Zhi, thank you."
"Take care of yourself. It doesn't matter if you don't open your heart knot. It's the right way to eat and drink well."
Luo Zhi sighed, and when she persuaded others, she would always be thorough and considerate, so she could afford it and let it go.
We are all exceptionally strong when we take on the suffering of others.