Chapter 8 chapter eight

She couldn't persuade her son, so she had to go downstairs first.Meng Dujiang was reading the newspaper in the living room. She sat down, picked up the remote control, and tuned a few channels distractedly. Then Meng Dujiang glanced at her: "Is the work not working?" "Your son has a more stubborn temper than you, so I don't care. If you say a few words to him, he will talk back. I think he is obsessed." Meng Dujiang laughed: "I told you just now, don't pour cold water on your head, it will backfire. You don't believe in evil. Besides, we haven't met anyone before, and it's unreasonable for you to rush to object. "

"It will be too late to object when you see someone. Now girls, what can you tell when you see each other? Don't feel sorry for your son here. Look at the young daughter-in-law of the old Xu family. She is also from the local area. It must be pretty enough. My parents heard that they are both university professors, so they are considered to be from a scholarly family. The result? I spend all day attracting bees and butterflies outside, but at home there is a lot of turmoil. Make the old Xu and his wife so angry, Liu The eldest sister complained once when she saw me, and finally transferred her family Binbin to the Tibet Military Region in a heartless manner. If our family also gets something like this, let me tell you, you still feel sorry for your son. What's behind."

"It doesn't mean that all the girls in the local area are like that," Meng Dujiang disagreed: "I think you are generalizing." "I call it prevention before it happens." Xiao Yun didn't take it seriously, "Xizi is a very sensible child, not only beautiful, but also a good tutor. Our peace is not enlightened. Such a good girl doesn't even know how to go to a nearby building. Catch the moon." Meng Dujiang laughed loudly: "What's the moon? Peace is not a monkey." "You still have the time to tell jokes." Xiao Yun was furious, "Your son is what you are used to. At the beginning I said let him go to the military academy, but you have to say that he volunteered according to his own wishes. Later, he stayed abroad. , He wants to come back, so you get used to him and let him come back to study in graduate school. Even today, you still let him have his own way, so just get used to it, and I'll see how you get used to him."

"Speaking of it, you're just dissatisfied that Heping didn't do what you thought, and went to fall in love with Xizi. Xizi is a good kid, but as the old saying goes, twisted melons are not sweet." He folded the newspapers, As if casually saying, "Besides, Qi Dafei is not necessarily a good thing." "Even if you don't follow the children of the Ruan family, the children of so many of your comrades-in-arms are much more outstanding and know the bottom line. We don't know how much peace of mind we will have if we choose any one in peace." "The child is old, and he knows the choice. According to me, it's really inappropriate to take it home now. You can go to their school some time and ask him to bring the girl out for you to see. If it doesn't work, let's do it again." Peaceful work."

Xiao Yun remained silent, and Meng Dujiang urged her: "Go up and talk to Heping, just say that we promise to see the person before we talk. Go, lest my son won't be able to sleep because of anger." "I'm not going," Xiao Yun said with a cold face, "It's his fault that he can't sleep. He has worked so hard to raise him for more than 20 years, and he made trouble with us just because of a girl. It's in vain." Meng Dujiang couldn't laugh or cry: "Look at you, you are more childish than your son." Although Xiao Yun said so, he finally went up and told Meng Heping: "I will go to your school in two days when I have time. You call her out and let my mother have a look."

Only then did Meng Heping smile: "Mom, you will definitely like her." After returning to school, Meng Heping told Jiaqi, who was still a little nervous, and immediately asked miserably: "Huh? Then can I run away?" Meng Heping glared at her, and she lowered her voice: "I'm afraid." "There's nothing to be afraid of. You'll see my mother sooner or later anyway. Besides, there's me." It was a weekend, and everyone in the dormitory stayed in the dormitory and slept late.Jiaqi got up early in the morning, fetched water to wash her hair, and changed her clothes. She tried on one and found it inappropriate, but tried on two and still felt inappropriate.Chang Yuanyuan looked sleepily, and asked: "Is our little slingshot going to Diaoyutai to be a simultaneous interpreter today? Why did we make such a fuss?" Nervous, Meng Heping's mother is here, and my calves are shaking right now."

As soon as he said this, Juanzi immediately got up from the bed and yelled: "Oh, I have to see my in-laws now. You have to dress up well, come here, I can choose my clothes for you, and take whichever suit you like .” Chang Yuanyuan rubbed his eyes and said, "You love your family Meng Heping so much, so you are afraid that something about yourself will make him lose face. Look at how nervous you are, it really looks like the leaders of the party and the country want to see you It looks like that." Although she said this, she also pointed her out: "Dress dignifiedly and quietly, the elders are all good at that, I will lend you my new silk scarf, and I guarantee that the effect will be very ladylike."

As a result, with the concerted efforts of the whole dormitory, the cleaning was not completed until Meng Heping came to pick her up. Juanzi looked at Jiaqi in the mirror and praised: "Go, go, it's okay to see the mother of the Spanish crown prince, not to mention Meng Heping's mother." Jiaqi laughed. In the car, Meng Heping also quietly praised her: "Today is so beautiful." She was still a little apprehensive, but her face with light makeup made her clear water eyes look brighter, as if there were two puddles of water, and only his shadow was reflected in the water.He seldom saw her wearing skirts this season, so he said: "From now on, you can dress up like this, I like to see it." She was a little embarrassed: "Although the dress is new, but the silk scarf was lent to me by Yuan Yuan." of."

He said, "It doesn't matter, I'll buy you one then." The road is far away, and Jiaqi always remembers that day, on a Saturday in early summer, when the pagoda trees on both sides of the street were full of white and fragrant flowers, and a string of white feathers looked like countless pigeons.Such bright green and white, the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers in the big tent, flowing in the breeze.She and Meng Heping were sitting in the back seat of a taxi. On the car radio, the DJ of the traffic station reported the traffic situation, the car accident at the Xizhimen Interchange, the traffic jam on the second ring road, reminding the driver to take a detour... Those random reports, fragments of the whole city , like the hustle and bustle raised by the world of mortals, it is real but vague.The driver tuned the channel again after listening to it, and the music station played love songs one after another. The love was broken, but her heart was happy, just like the sunny weather outside.There are fine bubbles rising from the bottom of my heart, bulging, making people uncomfortable and pleasant.

Meng Heping has been holding her hand tightly. until you get off the bus. Except for the house number, there is no sign of the compound, and there are guards on duty at the door, which looks like a military and political unit.But across the high wall, only countless verdant trees can be seen, and the avenue behind the door is bottomless.Meng Heping explained to her: "The guest house, my mother will live here when she comes this time." She was not used to wearing high heels yet, Chang Yuanyuan taught her to put a band-aid on her heels, but she was still tired when walking.The sun in early summer was already a little fierce, she was sweating all over after walking, and Meng Heping was holding her hand, and the fine dust in the light could be clearly seen in the air, like fine gold powder sprinkled down, countless under the shade of trees. The tiny spots of light are like the golden wings of butterflies, countless tiny golden butterflies perched on the black asphalt road.Jiaqi always feels in a trance, thinking that as soon as she gets close, those little golden butterflies will spread their wings and fly away.

Meng Heping's mother was unexpectedly young and beautiful. Jiaqi took a light breath and introduced herself very generously to her: "Hello, auntie, I'm Yujiaqi." "Sit down, you all sit down." She looked at Jiaqi, her tone was still very polite, and she asked the waiter to pour tea. The reception room was huge, and the carpet was so soft that there were no ankles. Jiaqi felt like a small drum in her heart at first, but then she gradually calmed down.Meng Heping's mother asked a question, and she answered it. "Heping said you are from Zhejiang?" "Yes, I am from Shaoxing, Zhejiang." The high-quality green tea was brewed in a white porcelain teacup, and it smelled fragrant. Meng Heping's mother asked thoughtfully, "Your name is You? Are you from downtown Shaoxing?" "No, I'm from Dongpu Town." Meng Heping added: "Mom, it's the place where the flower carvings are made. The scenery is so beautiful. The real family with small bridges and flowing water is just like Chen Yifei's paintings." Meng Heping's mother ignored him, and after a while, she asked again: "What do your parents do?" Jiaqi was a little uneasy, because she saw Meng Heping's mother turning the tea lid with her fingers, round and round, the white lid painted with blue and white flowers, and the thin white jade hijab was being scratched unconsciously with her fingernails, again and again.For some reason, Jiaqi suddenly had an ominous premonition, which made her feel uneasy, but she still answered truthfully: "My father works in a winery." After a short pause, she said, "My mother told me a long time ago. Dad is divorced and I haven't seen her." "What's your father's name?" "You Mingyuan." The reception room seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, so quiet that even the chirping of birds on the branches outside the window could be clearly heard.It was a gray bird, very inconspicuous in appearance, but its voice was clear and clear, like a series of beautiful bells, shaking and vibrating the air, making it melodious and moving. Jiaqi didn't know what she said was wrong, but everything was wrong, everything was wrong.The atmosphere in the room seemed to suddenly become dignified, as if soaked in glue, and solidified bit by bit.Meng Heping also noticed it, and said: "Mom, Jiaqi's parents divorced, and it has nothing to do with Jiaqi. She was not sensible at that time, she was innocent." "I know," Meng Heping's mother put down the teacup with a cold expression, and looked at Jiaqi again. Jiaqi felt that her gaze had completely changed, and her expression was even more polite than before, but there was already a kind of politeness in this politeness. Refusing to be alienated thousands of miles away, her voice also reveals this kind of cold politeness: "Miss You's silk scarf is really beautiful. If I'm not mistaken, it is the new style of Hermès this year. I heard that Miss You is still reading the scarf. In college, I didn’t even know that the students are so wealthy now, they can casually wear a silk scarf worth thousands of yuan and take to the streets.” Jiaqi didn't expect this silk scarf to be so expensive, so she blushed immediately, and Heping quickly explained for her: "Mom, she borrowed it from her roommate. In order to come to see you, she dressed up more grandly." "That's even worse. Why are girls so vanity nowadays?" She glanced at Jiaqi indifferently, "You are what you look like. Mom hates deception the most in her life. It's not like you don't know." Jiaqi stood up: "Auntie, I was wrong. I just wanted to make a good impression on you, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating. I'm sorry." "Forget it, forget it, let's go." Meng Heping's mother rubbed her temples, "I have something to do later, Heping, you send Miss You back. Today your Aunt Gao and Aunt Lu also said that they would be hosts to invite us mother and son to dinner. After you send Miss You back, go directly to the Military Commission Guest House, I will wait for you there, don't be late." Meng Heping wanted to say something else, but Jiaqi tugged at the corner of his clothes and said softly, "Auntie, take a break, we're leaving first." On the way back, the wind picked up, and the locust tree swayed slightly in the wind. The weather forecast was broadcast on the radio, and a sandstorm in Inner Mongolia was coming soon.The corners of Jiaqi's mouth turned up helplessly, there was an unexpected situation, that's it. Inner Mongolia sounds very far away, and the city outside the car window is only a breeze, and the weather is still sunny and sunny.A butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon can set off a storm in the Mississippi River.The world is like this, every little accident, the consequences are unimaginable.But that innocent butterfly will never know what he did wrong. Jiaqi felt scared, because she didn't know what was wrong, and she couldn't correct it, but this mistake had already brought terrible consequences. When bidding farewell, Meng Heping suddenly kissed her on the cheek. His lips were slightly cool, like fresh lemons, with a kind of poignant coolness.He said: "Jiaqi, you have done nothing wrong. Maybe my mother just misunderstood you for a while, and I will try to convince her." She smiled brightly, pretending not to care.But knowing that she was powerless to reverse it, Meng Heping's mother didn't like her, and even hated her. The kind of disgust that even politeness couldn't hide made her feel discouraged and hopeless. Meng Heping only came to look for her at night, she was still wearing the clothes she wore in the morning, and the silk scarf had been returned to Chang Yuanyuan, so her neck seemed empty, and her delicate collarbone was exposed under her slender neck, Meng Heping felt that she was Today is extra thin, like a leaf, so thin that it makes people feel distressed. "Have you eaten yet?" Meng Heping asked her. She hummed, but didn't actually eat.After she came back, no one in the dormitory was there, so she was busy washing clothes, sheets, and quilt covers, and almost washed all the things that could be washed in the dormitory.From noon to dusk, she used up half a bag of washing powder, and her hands were wrinkled, but she always felt empty in her heart. Mopped the floor again, and wiped all the window glass. It was dusk when the windows were cleaned, and the sky was covered with gorgeous purple clouds, so purple that it turned blue, like a square of dyed velvet."My love" is being played on the campus radio, and the harmony part is so beautiful, just like this evening in late spring.She stepped on the stool and carefully wiped the glass, meticulously picking out every tiny black spot, wiped it with a wet rag dipped in washing powder, then wiped off the foam with a wet rag, and finally wiped it off with a dry rag.With a breath, each glass is crystal clear, as bright as if there is no one at all. The singing voice on the radio is melodious: "I wonder how I wonder why, I wonder where they are..." Like it doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist. "To see you once again, my love, I Try to read I go to work, I'm laughing with my friends..." Downstairs are full of people going to fetch food and water, carrying various thermos bottles, the sound of the radio is so noisy, but no one pays attention to it.There are trees in the distance, criss-crossing avenues, and ancient buildings hidden in the green trees. She pressed her face against the glass, it was icy cold, and there was the scent of additives like washing powder, and the sky darkened day by day. Then, Meng Heping came. She used to think he was tall, but today he seems to be tall and far away, and it is difficult for her to even look up at him, and his voice seems to be farther away from her, so she has to smile and listen to him, he said : "Come on, I'll take you to a place." She followed him straight away, and the wind picked up even more, messing up her long hair. She felt cold, but she didn't make a sound. He also has not spoken. From one avenue to another, exit the east gate and enter the west gate of their school.She followed him all the way, all the way, through the campus, and he held her hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go. He hurt her fingers, and finally said, "Here we are." It is a small auditorium. Sometimes the art department performs some programs, or the rehearsal of the university art troupe is held here.I don't know where Meng Heping got the key, and led her into the dark auditorium. He turned on a small light in the aisle, then placed her in the center seat in the first row, turned around and went backstage. The only small light in the aisle was also turned off. She was sitting in the quiet darkness. The chasing light on the stage suddenly turned on. The huge circle of light was like a bright full moon, and in the center of the silver moon was a A black piano. He came out from behind the scenes, stepped into the aperture slowly, and sat down in front of the piano. Jiaqi never knew that he could play the piano, let alone that he could play it so well. He played "Shandandan Flowers Blooming Red and Brilliant". Jiaqi never knew that this song could be adapted into a piano piece. At first, the music was soft and soothing, like a spring breeze blowing, the sky on the Loess Plateau is high and the clouds are light, and the greenery is blooming.The climax in the middle is like a cheerful wave, one wave higher than the other, and each note jumps lightly on the keys, as if a branch of Shandandan blooms in the gully, and the flowers bloom as bright red as clouds.One by one, they were crowded and squeezed, until they came into sight.Each one is so red that it hurts people's sight, so many flowers are like an ocean, burning all over the mountains and plains.Like a burning cloud, it burns from the sky to the ground, glowing red, as hot as fire. She couldn't hear any fingering or technical things, she just felt that the whole stage became a small boat, floating on the river of flowers raining like arrows, and only she was gazing at this dreamlike everything. The last part seems to be stretched out again, everything is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the sky is high and the clouds are light and the surrounding fields are quiet again. Only a thin but red Shandandan is still swaying in the wind in the valley. It was a long time after the last note fell that she remembered to applaud. The lonely crackling applause echoed in the empty auditorium.He stood up, bowed to her with a smile, like the most graceful performer taking a curtain call. The auditorium is too spacious, so far away, she smiled and raised her voice: "You can play the piano, how come I don't know?" He stood in the center of the stage, and he had to raise his voice to let her hear: "I still have many, many advantages." "I know I know," she said, and couldn't help laughing. He raised his voice again and asked, "Jiaqi, will you marry me?" Jiaqi will never forget it in this life, and she will never forget that small auditorium. She stood in the darkness like a sea of ​​ink below the stage, and the beautiful melody of the piano seemed to be echoing in her ears. In the center of the light source, the eyebrows and eyes are clear and distinct, and every outline on the face is so clear and distinct.Under the bright chasing lights, everything is so clear that it seems unreal.Even his whole body is unreal like a dream, all of this is like a dream, as beautiful as a dream is unreal. He asked her: "Jiaqi, are you willing to marry me?"