Chapter 41 Chapter 40 We Were So Good (No.220 - No.222)

My birthday is December 21st, Sunday. My mom took me out for steak on Saturday night, and after I begged out of curiosity, she finally agreed to let me try some red wine. "Just now the waiter said buy one get one free, what a deal." My mother reluctantly agreed to let me try it, so I started to shake the glass like the people in the TV series with my heart's content, and splashed myself in the face in the first circle. My mother's forehead was full of "how could my daughter be so stupid, she must have been hugged by the wrong maternity hospital". My mother wanted to drive, so she didn't drink, and we took the remaining bottle of red wine into the car.

"Mom, give me this bottle of wine!" "What's wrong with you, how old are you? You didn't think about it before asking this question? Do you think I might agree to you?" My mother raised her voice again. But I am a birthday star, so I am not afraid of her. "No," I shook my head and explained, "It's just a birthday present. I don't drink it anyway. I can put it on my desk as a decoration. If I imagine the life of the upper class, I must be very motivated to study." My mother was silent for a long, long time. "Geng Geng, do you think your father and mother have treated you mentally?"

"..." When we walked out of the hotel, it suddenly snowed heavily, and within ten minutes, a thick layer had already accumulated on the ground. My dad called and asked if we had finished our meal. It is best to go home early. There will be more traffic accidents in heavy snow, so I told my mother to be careful. "I want to stay with my daughter for a while without worrying." I was talking to my dad here, when I heard my mom throwing out such a sentence while driving beside me, I quickly covered the receiver and ended the call in a few words. "My dad is also worried about our safety."

My mother snorted with a sneer. There were hardly any cars on the road, but my mother drove very slowly.My mother said that the reason for the emptiness here is probably because there was an accident on the main roads behind, and cars couldn't get through. I did see through the car window that there were many passers-by waiting for the bus in the heavy snow. Judging by the darkness, it was estimated that no bus had come for a long time. I suddenly felt that I should do a good deed, so I asked my mother to park the car beside a certain bus stop sign. I pushed down the window, and a cool breeze poured into the warm car.

"My mother and I are going to drive to the direction of the West Bridge. Does anyone of you live near there? We can take two people there!" I laughed so hard, everyone on the platform still looked at me like they were mentally ill. After waiting for half a minute, I had to close the window again. "They won't believe you," my mother said quietly. I stared out the window gloomily, and soon those bus stops were left behind by our car. "Mom, do you think I'm a little careless?" My mother laughed, the kind of laugh that blows air out of her nose, and didn't speak.

The car passed behind the church square, and the beautiful scenery flashed through the middle of the building complex. I screamed, and I couldn't see it in a blink of an eye. My mother took one look at me, ignored me, turned the car around silently, and drove towards the front of the church square. She stopped the car and said, "Go down and have a look, it's very beautiful." Overcast skies are more attractive at night than during the day.I looked up and saw the lights of the city turning the sky into a beautiful dark red, and the goose feather snow came from an unknown place and fell into my eyes.

The old church, still from the colonial Russians, is breathtakingly beautiful and somehow survived the chaotic years of smashing everything.When I was a child and my family was very difficult, I lived near this church.At that time, the commercial area had not yet developed, and there was only one "No. 1 Department Store" nearby. It was still a state-owned shopping mall before the restructuring, and everything was sold in glass counters, which could only be seen but not touched.When I was young, I used to go exploring near the church with my friends. My parents were very busy and no one cared about me. I remember that I almost broke the door lock of the back door of the church.

Maybe I remembered it wrong. In my memory, I was too good at mythologizing myself. A few years ago, the city government finally put in a lot of effort to rescue it from the siege of the business district, marking out a vacant lot, demolishing it, repairing it, and repairing such a square. Surrounded by sixteen groups of orange spotlights at night, the endless dark red sky above its head stands quietly in the snow, like a chaotic time and space descending with the heavy snow in the middle of the high-rise business district. will disappear. She is not at all like the gray and ugly guy I remembered when I was a child, she is so beautiful.

For a while, I looked up at the snow and the church sadly, and for a while, I was crazy and rolled in the clean snow, very happy.My mother has been standing in front of the car and watching me from a distance, she didn't scold me for getting myself covered in snow, and she didn't come over to play with me. I was sweating profusely, panting and ran back to my mother. "You must have a cold tomorrow." My mother shook her head, but she didn't stop me. I smiled, and leaned against the car like her, quietly looked at the church and then at her. Mom was wearing a beautiful black cashmere coat and black leather gloves. Her hair was meticulously combed and she put on makeup. She was very beautiful.

It's kind of like, if I looked like her, probably most of my troubles wouldn't exist. But she had just turned forty, and after forty was fifty, and after fifty was sixty. Mom will be old too. Looking at a slope next to the church, I suddenly remembered a past event. When I was three or four years old, there was such a snowy night, my father drove me on a bicycle to pick up my mother from get off work.At that time, my mother was reconciling accounts in a small business hall until late at night, and she was very upset when she saw my father and me appearing at the door of her unit. I was so young at that time, how can I remember so clearly.

My mother's unit was quite far from the rental house at that time, and my father was so tired that he was sweating when he was riding a bicycle in such a cold day.I sat on the front beam of the bicycle, my mother sat on the back seat, and the three snowmen counted the dim street lights one after another in the deserted night, trekking thousands of meters to go home. When my dad was riding on the slope next to the church, he accidentally fell down.Fortunately, there was a thick layer of snow on the ground. I wore a lot of clothes and rolled out like a meat ball for a long distance without getting hurt.I remember lying on the ground, unable to get up because the clothes were too thick, watching my parents rolling and crawling towards me from a distance. They shouted my name together: "Geng Geng, Geng Geng." I thought it was funny how anxious they were, so I giggled foolishly. Suddenly some nasal acid.We have all survived the hardest days. Later we are not together. In English class, Lai Chunyang told us a proverb from the UK: Tough days don"t last. Tough people do. Suffering always ends, but the strong live forever. Bad days always come to an end. But many of the days we thought were the worst may turn out to be the best days in retrospect.It's just that the suffering in the bad days wears away a lot of precious tenderness, and when the easy good days come, we don't have extra courage. I turned to look at my mother.She didn't notice my gaze, but was thinking about something intently, her eyes looking in the direction of the church. But I don't know if we're looking at the same church.