Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-Five

On the morning of Thanksgiving, Cen Jin didn't wake up until almost ten o'clock. She was stuck in memories last night and didn't sleep almost all night. She barely fell asleep until around five o'clock in the morning. She had a lot of dreams. The quality of sleep was not high. A little groggy. She got up, washed up, opened the bedroom door, and found that the doors of the two bedrooms on the opposite side were open, knowing that both father and daughter had gotten up.She went downstairs and didn't see the father and daughter, but saw a note left by Zhiqing on the dining table in the breakfast room: "I took Petal to practice. The breakfast is on the stove. We ate it."

She went to the stove and took a look. There was a small pot of porridge that was half boiled, and there was a small bowl in the other pot, which contained a few small steamed buns that she bought from a Chinese shop, which had been overheated. Yes, it's not cold yet. She knows that Xiaojin can’t cook porridge or steamed buns. Xiaojin can only use Western-style kitchen utensils, mainly Toaster (toaster) and Oven (oven). She can bake cakes, make cookies, etc. , I learned it in the cooking class at school, but Xiao Jin doesn't know how to use Chinese kitchen utensils.Today's breakfast must have been made by Zhiqing, it seems that he is not just bragging when he said "he often cooks now".

She filled half a bowl of porridge, brought the bowl of steamed buns to the breakfast table, and had a delicious breakfast with a plate of mustard.It's been a long time since I used steamed bun porridge for breakfast, because Xiao Jin doesn't like it.She is not interested in making any food that Xiao Jin doesn't like, and it's boring to cook it by herself.Today it may be that Zhiqing didn't know what Xiao Jin likes to eat, so she made steamed bun porridge, or maybe because her father made it, Xiao Jin loved it. After breakfast, she took the bowls to the sink to wash, and found that the sink was clean. The bowls that the father and daughter had eaten last night and this morning were all washed away, which made her feel like the sun came out from the west.

It is said that love is the driving force behind housework. When Zhiqing was with her before, she neither knew how to cook nor liked cooking.But now that he can cook rice and wash the dishes consciously, it is really clear at a glance who this person loves and who he doesn't. She opened the refrigerator, took out some chicken, duck and fish, and prepared to make a Thanksgiving feast.Xiaojin doesn't like turkey, and she doesn't like turkey, so she didn't buy turkey.I don't know if Zhiqing likes to eat or not, but if she likes to eat, she can let Zhiqing and Xiaojin go to church to eat.

She was busy, and the father and daughter came back. The daughter reported excitedly: "Mom, Dad said that my car is driving well and I can take the road test." She has always accompanied her daughter to practice driving. Of course, she knows that her daughter's car is already driving well, and it is not difficult to get a driver's license in this city. You don't even need to use the expressway. You just drive around a Shopping Plaza (shopping center). Reverse parking and three-point turn will do.If my daughter takes the road test, she will definitely pass it.But she kept procrastinating and didn't let her daughter take the road test.Now that her daughter doesn't have a driver's license, she can't drive alone, and she has to pick her up wherever she goes. At least she knows where her daughter has gone.If my daughter has a driver's license and can drive wherever she wants, how can she rest assured?

She prevaricated and said: "Don't rush to take the driver's license test. There is only one car at home, so it's useless to take the test." Zhiqing suggested, "Let Petal take the exam. If she passes the exam, I'll give her a car." Xiao Jin asked, "Give me your car?" "Of course I won't give you an old car." "You're buying me a new car?" "A new car, of course." Xiaojin cheered: "Dad, you are so kind, thank you, good dad!" Mom was a little unhappy: "You heard him make random wishes, a new car with tens of thousands of dollars, he can buy it if he wants?"

Xiaojin asked smartly: "Do you still need my SstepMother (stepmother) to approve?" She doesn't like the term "SstepMother" very much. If she is gone and Xiao Jin lives with her father, then it makes sense for her daughter to call that woman "SstepMother", but she is still alive and well. Xiao Jin doesn't live with her father, why? Can you call that woman "SstepMother"?But she knew that her daughter was only speaking according to English habits, so it was difficult for her to correct her daughter. Zhiqing said frankly: "There is no SstepMother anymore, I have already separated from her. Even when we are not separated, we are financially independent. It is absolutely no problem to buy you a car, even if it is Dad sending you to college. A gift."

The daughter was even happier, and winked at her mother: "Mom, did you hear that, Dad and Amanda have divorced." "They, Divorce for a while, Remarry (remarry) for a while, who knows?" Zhiqing said with certainty: "This time it's a real Divorce." "Could it be fake Divorce before?" "Actually, I got divorced two years ago, and I didn't register for marriage after that, but I just lived together again." "Oh, don't tell your nonsense in front of your children." Xiao Jin emphasized: "Mom, did you hear that? Dad is really divorced this time, and will never be with Amanda Remarry again!"

"What does this have to do with me?" "Why doesn't it matter? You can remarry!" She felt that Zhiqing's gaze seemed to be probing her meaning, and she said flatly, "I'm getting old, so why not remarry?" Zhiqing laughed at herself and said, "Your mother wants to remarry, but she won't remarry with father." "why?" "Your mother. There are better options." She scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about in front of the child!" Xiao Jin helped her mother prove her innocence: "Mom didn't. There are better choices."

She couldn't help laughing. Xiaojin realized that she didn't speak well, so she improved and said: "Imean, Momdoesn'thave any other choice." This time even Zhiqing laughed. Xiao Jin became a little annoyed: "What are you laughing at! Do you know what I mean?" "I know, I know, you mean your mother doesn't have a boyfriend." "Mom, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?" "No." "Dad, do you hear me? Mom doesn't have a boyfriend." "Your mother has a boyfriend, and she won't let you know." "I follow my mother every day. I know that my mother has no boyfriend. I will testify to my mother."

The three of them were chatting lively, when someone rang the doorbell, Xiao Jin said, "Oh, Sharon is here to pick me up, I'm going to Church (church, church), you two are well at home, bye!" Sharon is a Taiwanese woman who lives nearby and shares the same church as Xiaojin, and she comes to pick up Xiaojin every church event. Cen Jin went to the door to say hello to Sharon, then turned around and asked, "Zhiqing, do you want to go to church with Xiao Jin? If you want to go, take Sharon's car." Sharon also tried her best to invite, but Zhiqing said, "I don't believe in religion, so I'm exempt." After her daughter left, Zhiqing said, "You put it here, and I'll go up and change clothes and come down to cook." She said quietly: "I didn't expect you to study so diligently now, it seems that she has trained you well." "It's not training, it's being forced. She can't do anything, and she doesn't want to do anything. She would rather not eat. What can I do, should I eat it?" "Haha, isn't that what you used to do? You can't do anything, you don't want to do anything, and you'd rather not eat." "At that time, there were many restaurants in China, and you could go to your parents for a meal. It's not like in a ghost place like the United States." Zhiqing went upstairs, but she didn't come down for a while, she felt a little unhappy, it took so long to change clothes?It seemed that he was just trying to show off just now, but in the end he was still waiting for her to cook. After a while, she heard Zhiqing calling her from upstairs: "Little boy, come up quickly!" She was afraid that he was playing her tricks and wanted to lure her into bed while her daughter was not at home, so she replied: "I'm busy now, come down and talk about anything." Zhiqing came downstairs, holding a piece of printing paper in her hand: "Look at what's going on." "What's the matter?" "It's like a love poem written by Petal, take a look." "Where did you find it?" "On the Petal table." She scolded and said, "You are an interesting person. Why did you go to your daughter's bedroom to rummage?" "I didn't rummage, she just put it on the table." "Even if it's on the table, it can't be taken casually. You and I shouldn't have entered her bedroom." "Let's take a look first, this child seems to be in unrequited love." When she heard the word "unrequited love", she didn't care about respecting her daughter's privacy anymore. She wiped her hands clean and read her poem: Until Forever Ends I'm standing from distance AndasIwatchyoumove (I watch you move) So beautifully, perfectly (so beautifully, so perfectly) Butthere'snothingIcando (but I can only see you from a distance) WhenIthinkofyouandmetogether (WhenIthinkofyouandmetogether) Forever Itmakesmecry (It makes me teary) Cary (can you give us a try) Ineedsomethingthatcanneverstop I don't want to start all over again (I don't want to start all over again) ButhowwillIknowuntilit'sdone I'llhavetowaituntilforeverends Iknowyoudon'tknowme (you don't even know who I am) Ishouldn'tfeellikethis (I shouldn't love you so much) ButIthinkyou'dgowithmeperfectly (but I know we're made in heaven) Because it feels like something'smissing (without you my life is always missing) Canyouseehowbeautifulyoumakemefeel (You make me feel so beautiful) Isthisreal (so beautiful that I doubt it) Let'sgivethisatry (Let's start the journey of love) Don'tletitpassby (Don't let beautiful youth pass by) Ineedsomethingthatcanneverstop I don't want to start all over again (I don't want to start all over again) ButhowwillIknowuntilit'sdone I'llhavetowaituntilforeverends (How do I know if we can love each other forever?) Ifeverends (if everends) Ihopewestayfriends (I would like to maintain friendship with you) ButIneedyoutoknow (but I beg you to understand) ThatIcan'tletthisgo (I can't let this go) Icanwait (I can wait for you) Forhoweverlongittakes (willing to wait as long as possible) ButI'm tired of dreaming (but I'm tired of dreaming) Iwanttherealthing (please give me an express) Ineedsomethingthatcanneverstop I don't want to start all over again (I don't want to start all over again) ButhowwillIknowuntilit'sdone I'll have to wait until... (How do I know if we can love each other forever?) Foreverends Foreverends Whenwillforeverend (when will the sea dry, when will the stone rot) Untilforeverends (you won't know until the sea dry up) She read it several times in a row, and the more she watched, the more nervous and uncomfortable she became. She never thought that her daughter could write such soul-stirring poems at such a young age, and her feelings have become so mature. What she experienced is no longer a child who cannot get toys. What a disappointment, but a kind of pain that runs through life. What kind of torture is it? Zhiqing asked worriedly, "What's going on?" "How do I know? I just saw it too, or you discovered it first." "Didn't you usually find any clues?" "What clues? I never ask about Xiao Jin's personal affairs." "She didn't reveal it herself?" "No. Once, she asked me what 'bamboo horse green plum' means." "'Bamboo horse green plum'? What do you say then?" "I just talked about the origin of the word 'bamboo horse green plum', Li Bai's "Long Gan Xing" or something." "You didn't ask her why she asked that word?" "Then why ask?" "Then what's wrong with asking?" She was a little angry: "You said it was easy to ask, then when she comes back, you can ask her." Zhiqing immediately turned into a coward: "How can I ask her these things? It's better for you to ask, you are the mother." "Mom should take care of everything? If you are a father, you don't do anything?" "Where do I mean that? I just said that she is a girl. It is more appropriate for a mother to ask these things. If it is a son, I will be responsible for asking." "If it's a son, do you dare to ask which girl he's in love with?" "Uh, maybe it's not easy to ask, but you can test it out on the sidelines." "Why didn't I try?" She recounted the conversation between her and her daughter about Lewis and Michael, and concluded, "Xiaojin's mouth is very tight, and you can't ask anything." Both fell silent.After a while, she reminded: "Put this poem back to her quickly, lest she find it when she comes back." "You come up too, let's search together and see if we can find anything." She firmly objected: "Stop searching her room, it's an invasion of her privacy." "We just look at it and don't say it." "You can't watch it unless you tell it." Zhiqing went upstairs with Xiaojin's poem, but did not come down for a while.She was worried, fearing that he would go his own way, and still go to search Xiaojin's room, so she followed upstairs, but saw Zhiqing sitting on Xiaojin's bed in a daze. She greeted him: "Come out! What are you doing sitting on her bed?" As if waking up from a dream, he walked out of Xiaojin's bedroom and sighed, "I think of her when she was a child, sitting in front of my bicycle, seeing an ice cream seller, and yelling 'Dad, I want to eat ice cream' in a childish voice. At that time, I couldn't even tell the meaning of 'ice cream'. Why did I grow so big all of a sudden, and I was suffering from the pain of love. What should I do, baby? How can we help her? I don't want to see her suffer. Who is that man? I I really want to beat him up!" 她也很难受，也不想女儿受苦，但见他这么火爆，生怕他真去揍谁，只好反过来安慰他：“也许我们应该这样想，有一个人令她爱成这样，总比一辈子没遇上Someone worthy of love, right?" "This is probably your personal experience. It doesn't matter if you get it or not, as long as you have loved it." "Don't you think so?" "Me? If I love you, I want it. If you don't get it, it's better not to love it." "It's so simple, love is a matter of love if you want to love, and love if you don't want to? If you can really do that, it won't be called love." "Then what? How can we help her?" "If you want to help her, you have to cheer yourself up first. Who else do you want to help with a sad face like you? Maybe she wrote this poem before, and now it's over, so she put this poem The paper is thrown on the table casually, maybe it is going to be thrown into the trash can?" "Even if it's over, her heart is still hurt, I won't let that brat go!" "Maybe there are no brats at all," she reassured. "It's just a poem. People who write poems must write about sadness and pain, otherwise they can't write good poems." "I hope your guess is right." The two tried to calm down and went back downstairs to continue preparing the Thanksgiving dinner.But she was absent-minded, peeling the shrimp skin, throwing the shrimp meat away from time to time, and putting the shrimp skin on the plate.