Chapter 84 long hibernation

【Sickness disappears like a silk thread: happily never after】 Yu Zhouzhou woke up peacefully from his sleep, the moment he opened his eyes, the dream ended slowly like the end of a movie, the picture faded out, and the pale snow returned to pitch black. This kind of natural waking up is a bit weird, after all, she just ended a nightmare.Even if there was no screaming at the end of the nightmare, even if there was no sudden sitting up and panting heavily with sweat on his chest, it seemed that it should not end quietly. She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, took a long sigh and took out the phone from under the pillow.Nokia's familiar startup screen has been seen hundreds of times, a big hand holds a small hand - but today's screen made her heart ache.

The displayed time is "7:00".Last night, she thought everything was ready, but she forgot to set the alarm clock. On the first day of the second year of high school, she was on the verge of being late.Yu Zhouzhou screamed silently into the air, immediately rolled over and got out of bed, folded the quilt, took off his pajamas and put on the neatly folded white T-shirt and suspender jeans on the chair beside the bed, rushed to the bathroom to wash up and sat down. I went to the chair in the kitchen and grabbed the slice of bread that my aunt had put on the table last night, smeared cheese a few times, took a couple of bites, got up and opened the refrigerator door and poured myself a glass of cold milk.She really choked when the cold milk passed through her throat, and she tried to swallow the rest of her mouth, trying to suppress herself to minimize the sound of coughing, for fear of disturbing the peace of the morning.

Picking up the schoolbag and the white school uniform jacket hanging on the chair, he gently opened the safety door, without disturbing the sleeping uncle's family. Maybe it's because he ate too fast and didn't have time to slow down the milk. When he went downstairs, his stomach hurt a little. Yu Zhouzhou rolled up his school uniform against his stomach, arched his back slightly, and felt a little more comfortable. little bit.There is still a creamy feeling of butter and bread mixed in the mouth, wrapped in milk flavor.Cold milk feels like water, without an overflowing fragrance, and only when it is aftertaste will it have a greasy fragrance.

Originally, my aunt insisted on making her breakfast.When Yu Qiao first went to college, her uncle remarried. The new aunt was a virtuous and traditional woman. However, she had a habit of getting up late because of the night shift. When Yu Qiao came home from vacation, she just let him eat a few bites indiscriminately. Leftovers from the night before, or go downstairs to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks from the stall. Zhou Zhou still remembers the complicated look in his uncle's eyes when he stood at the door of his uncle's house and raised his face to call out to his aunt.Of course, there was no disgust.

Women who remarry hope that the other party's family will not be burdened.However, the uncle just got rid of the previous burden, and took over the next one. My aunt is a good woman.For example, she insisted on making breakfast for Yu Zhouzhou.She could use fried dough sticks to fool Yu Qiao, but she couldn't use it to deal with Zhou Zhou.Sometimes "equal treatment" is often not a compliment.Yu Zhouzhou knew that a sense of righteousness and enthusiasm made her accept her into the door, but when the enthusiasm was exhausted, her existence was a chronic torture in life.For example, get up early every morning.

What's more painful is that the meals made by my aunt are unpalatable. And Yu Zhouzhou was embarrassed to have leftovers. "May I have bread and milk every morning?" "How can I do that? It's almost as good as a snack. If you don't eat well, how can you be energetic in class?" The eldest aunt's voice was loud, and her eyes were a little frightening. "But slices of bread are more nutritious than steamed buns, and milk has high calcium content..." Yu Zhouzhou thought for a while, "It's good for growing your body." "But, there's no such thing," my aunt hesitated, "what kind of words?"

Sometimes it's more important to look like a shame than nutrition, but my aunt's behavior is understandable.Yu Zhouzhou sat quietly on the chair and looked at his toes, trying his best to speak convincingly but not forcefully. "I used to eat breakfast like this all the time. I like to eat bread, and my mother has always made me eat breakfast like this. I'm used to it." Aunt froze for a moment. "Okay, okay...but I have to get up in the morning to fry poached eggs and warm milk for you." "I like cold milk, but I hate eggs." Yu Zhouzhou lowered his head, his voice a bit cold.

"No! Just do as I tell you." There was a moment of silence, "Okay, Auntie, thank you for your hard work every morning." She could see the light flashing in the eyes of the eldest aunt after hearing this sentence, which was as complicated as when she took herself into the house, the faint uneasiness and worry mixed with enthusiasm and pity. Maybe it's because the child with an indifferent expression in front of him has never made himself feel close and cute.Sometimes Yu Zhouzhou would hear my aunt lower her voice and ask her uncle if she did something wrong. "Let her go." The uncle always just sipped his tea and stared at the TV, saying lightly.

After all, Yu Zhouzhou is still a well-behaved child. Occasionally, when she disagrees, there will be no disputes. She doesn't ask for much, and she has never been willful.It's just that the aroma of hot milk made her want to vomit, and she only ate egg whites for poached eggs. "tastes bad?" "No, I never eat egg yolk." It was still a expressionless sentence. Yu Zhouzhou remembered the hurt expression on his aunt's face, and suddenly felt distressed, but he still suppressed the indifference on his face. She couldn't remember how many days her aunt insisted on poached eggs and hot milk, but one morning she woke up and saw bread slices and individually wrapped cheese in the quiet kitchen.Zhou Zhou sat down and ate slowly, as if this scene had been going on for years.

In fact, she knows how to behave in order to be a lovable girl-she has always been like this, pure and natural. "Chen An, I always believe that true intimacy is not lovingly hugging and smiling at each other, not being coquettish and pampering, but being rude, asking without feeling embarrassed, and saying loudly, 'Mom, buy me a computer. ''That dress is so ugly, don't buy it', was driven downstairs to eat fried dough sticks and leftovers, even quarreled and yelled, didn't care about breaking up the relationship or destroying the harmony on the surface... So I know, once the fake friendly atmosphere If we build it up, my uncle and aunt will be very uncomfortable. You can understand that everyone is trying to get rid of embarrassment and indifference and heat up the emotional fire, which is overcorrected. However, one day, some things will still tear each other apart And the beautiful skin."

Yu Zhouzhou started writing letters to Chen An again, but she had a faster way.Text messages can be delivered instantly, and Chen An no longer has to read Yu Zhouzhou from a few days ago or even a month ago because of the delay in the letter. However, Yu Zhouzhou can no longer find the pen tip rustling on the letter paper. inner stability. Actually, Yu Zhouzhou lied to his aunt.When she was young, she was not blessed with cheese and bread slices, but when she grew up and her life was stable, her mother often didn't have time to make her breakfast, soy milk fritters were common.Everything about nutrition and habits is just nonsense to convince my aunt. Even, to fulfill a small wish.Yu Zhouzhou only remembers that when she was four or five years old, her mother was doing massage for others, and her work and rest were very unstable. If she missed a meal, she would hand out a dollar or two to go to the grocery store to buy something to eat. Zhou Zhou, let's go buy some bread. Just can't buy gum. Benben and the others are always envious of Yu Zhouzhou, she is a frequent customer of the grocery store.However, what Yu Zhouzhou envied was those Hong Kong people and foreigners on TV, sitting at the long dining table, drinking milk and eating toast.Even when everyone used wet building sand to make bun dumplings during play house, she started squatting aside and burying her head in figuring out how to make square bread slices. However, after her life improved, she forgot to ask her mother this request.Perhaps it is because there is no longer a shortage of material and spiritual. Now, on the contrary, I remembered it.I remembered it all. About mom. Yu Zhouzhou suddenly felt that his chest was blocked and he couldn't breathe.She paused, then took a deep breath, raised her head, and strode towards the station. When Yu Zhouzhou stood on the platform, he still felt very tired, as if he didn't close his eyes last night.In the distance, a No. 8 car drove over unsteadily, like an old man who had eaten too much and couldn't walk.Look at your watch, 7:06. I must take this car today.Yu Zhouzhou sighed helplessly. There are two types of No. 8 buses, ordinary buses costing one yuan per person, and air-conditioned buses costing two yuan per person.There are fewer air-conditioned buses and they are more relaxed. She has to wait for the air-conditioned bus that arrives at the station around 6:50 every day to go to school.Just in order not to be late, she had to squeeze the ordinary car today. Yu Zhouzhou can witness the tragic traffic jam almost every day.As soon as the car appeared from the corner, there was commotion on the platform. As the car approached the platform, everyone adjusted their orientation and footsteps, guessing where the car would park in order to seize favorable terrain.She once saw a No. 8 with too long a braking distance, which forced a group of people to chase and run wildly. A middle-aged woman accidentally fell down and was trampled by a group of people behind. As soon as the car stopped, the tug-of-war began.The small car door was blocked by the black crowd like an ant hole, and Yu Zhouzhou felt sorry for the bloated car—every day, every stop, it swallowed these office workers, and it was crowded until it suffocated , Squeeze to the extent that if one enters the front door, one will fall from the back door.Those who hadn't squeezed in were still clinging to the front door, keeping their mouths shut and ignoring the loud curses from the people in the car.Many people who had just squeezed up also turned around and loudly reprimanded them for wasting time, asking them to wait for the next car. Yu Zhouzhou watched this scene quietly every day, without any evaluation in his heart. As long as you look up, you can see the newly built garden area across the road, beautiful European-style buildings, wrought iron gates, luxury mounts with flashing lights, roaring past the crowded platform. There are two very different nerves in this world. Everyone has difficulties in life, and also has their own truth.Mom used to say it. Yu Zhouzhou couldn't remember whether the vague voice belonged to her mother or not.But the hand on his head was still warm.Yu Zhouzhou still didn't understand what her mother wanted to say, maybe she was just drunk.In just one year, waves of memories flooded her one after another, and she just sank to the bottom of the water with her eyes wide open without saying a word. Every 6:50, an empty air-conditioned car would come like a ghost, and Yu Zhouzhou stepped into the car, passing by the scene of the tug-of-war.She remembered that the other two regular passengers on the air-conditioned car were also girls who went to school in Zhenhua. Every time they saw that scene on the platform, they would laugh loudly, shrugged and sneered and said that they really didn’t understand that it was only one yuan short of suffering so much. Is the crime worth it? Yu Zhouzhou didn't know if it was worth it, but she knew that she was not good at squeezing cars.Half a day later, he was still standing on the periphery in a daze, unable to approach the car door at all.After being stepped on several times, she raised her hand angrily and hailed a taxi. "Uncle, Zhenhua Middle School." You, the body of a young lady is the life of a maidservant.She seemed to hear her mother laughing. Getting into the car, Zhou Zhou turned his face away from watching the battle situation next to the No. 8 car.The gray sky and the gray city were intertwined into a blurred net behind her. She felt a little cold, so she put on her school uniform and buried her head in the residual fragrance of Omo washing powder.Every time she smells the washing powder, she feels very safe, so safe that she is drowsy, and drowsy enough that when she looks up, she can see the word "囍", hanging high in the sky of last night's dream. that dream. The first half is festive and gorgeous, but the second half is like a curse. The melody of life takes a sharp turn and almost stops abruptly, like a clumsy composer expressing the ups and downs of the work bluntly, but the pen is too sharp. Yu Zhouzhou suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the retreating building outside the window. "Little girl, you belong to Zhenhua." The car was almost at the school gate, and the driver started talking as if he had just woken up. "Yeah. I'm in the second year of high school." Feeling that it was just impolite to answer, Zhou Zhou consciously added the grade later. "I passed the Zhenhua test, hey, it's really amazing." "No, hehe." Really useless conversation.She unconsciously wanted to laugh. "My daughter took the high school entrance exam this year. She didn't pass the exam. I wanted to get her into a good school, but we didn't know any school leaders, and we didn't have so much money to invest in it. We went to any school, and we knew she wasn't that kind. Good for studying. But this society needs people like you and girls like me, doesn’t it? On the job, there must be someone driving a taxi, you can’t all go to the office, right?” After going to college, reality may force you to come back and drive a taxi. No one can tell whether your life will return to the original point in a big circle.These are the original words of Chen An. "Yes, uncle, your daughter must be promising. His father is so tolerant and sensible." The uncle smiled, "Then I will borrow your good words, girl." The moment Yu Zhouzhou got out of the car, he was suddenly a little surprised by the generous speech made by the uncle just now. Maybe he just scolded his daughter at home in the morning, and then felt distressed, but he couldn't get over the hurdle, so he told Yu Zhouzhou Confession is right to be regarded as self-comfort. "You haven't studied yet, the high school entrance examination is a watershed in life, do you understand that, you are still doing nothing like a group of fools, and when you all go to sweep the streets, I can see if you can still laugh!" Zhang Min's catchphrase-like tasteless teachings flashed in his mind, simple and extreme truths, but true and cruel. Yu Zhouzhou turned around to look at the uncle in the driver's seat for the last time, shrugged and felt a little sad. The four gold-plated characters of "Zhenhua Middle School" at the door are calm and introverted. Yu Zhouzhou carried his schoolbag on one shoulder and joined the crowd of people going to school.