My father mother

Opened his mouth as if talking to himself:

"Why can't you be more like me? If you look a little like me, I will take you away... Even if you don't, even if you get closer to me, I will take you away. But...you ...Afraid of me? Nianyou...I am your mother..."

Listening to her desolate words, my heart trembled along with it. After all, she is my mother, and my life comes from her.I murmured and called out: "Mom..."

"Enough." My mother put me down, as if I had never felt vulnerable just now, "Let's go find your father."

My mother, she doesn't love me because I'm not like her, because I'm not close to her.

Even at the age of five, I know: love, you have to give to get something back.

"I'm sorry, Nianyou." After my mother left, my father hugged me.The smile on his face was full of guilt and helplessness, "Father and Nianyou will be left in the future."

Looking at my father's melancholy side face, I put my lips on his soft cheek, "Nianyou, only dad is enough."

Clearly, there were tears in his father's eyes.

My own face in the mirror, my father's face in the photograph.

The big eyes are slightly suspended, the pupils are blue, the high and straight bridge of the nose is halfway into the jade carving, and the lips are thin, which is a smile when it is slightly pursed.

This is what my father and I look like, almost exactly the same.However, my hair is curly and loosely hung on my neck; my father's face is an oval face, while mine is an oval face with a pointed chin; my eyes are also bigger than my father's, because I often act like a baby, Always something playful.So, in terms of appearance alone, I also look a bit like my mother, more beautiful than my father, who was originally a handsome man.Some people say: my father's appearance is handsome, and my appearance is beautiful.

Anyway, I like this face because it looks like my father.

But I can never learn, my favorite, father's laugh.

Father always bears everything in silence, smiling slightly.All the sadness, all the bitterness, are hidden with a smile.That smiling face is both intoxicating and heartbreaking.

I always want to touch my father's face and tell him that he makes my heart ache.

But I didn't do that.

A gentle father, he is proud in his bones.That pride does not allow anyone to approach his heart, that pride is the barrier of his heart.

Even I cannot surpass his pride.

In fact, seven-year-old me is wise enough.I realized that I couldn't protect my father, I realized that I was weak and young.

Therefore, I look forward to growing up.But life happens to be difficult for me, and it always passes very slowly.

I always fantasized that one day my father would show a happy smile because of me—a pure smile with nothing on his mind.The smile on my father's face must be as beautiful as colored glaze.

At least when I was seven, it was just a fantasy.

(six)

One afternoon during my summer vacation when I was eight years old, the sun made everything a little hazy.Maybe it's not because of the sunshine, but ten years have made the memory blurred and ambiguous.

My father had a wide circle of contacts, but few friends.Naturally, few people came to visit at home, it was deserted and quiet, with a sense of leisure.Until now, I can't stand the noisy environment.I like quiet, in a quiet environment, I can forget my own existence, but I can feel the flow of air.

The door, which was basically a display, slammed suddenly, which really startled me who was playing in the living room.

Opening the door, a handsome and cold face came into my eyes.Of course, the other party failed to discover my existence, so I could only look up to him.

However, I recognized him.

He was the man in his father's photo—although he was a little more mature than he looked in the photo, there was a bit of vicissitudes in his sharp eyes.

He is "He You".

My name is in memory of him.

"Uncle, are you looking for my father?"

He only noticed me when he heard my voice.I have to admit that He You had to squat down to look at me when I was only over one meter tall.

"Your father..." He You's voice was very magnetic, and it sounded very pleasant - just a little trembling.

"My father is Ling Han." I pursed my lips and smiled.Then, I think it is necessary to explain: "My name is 'Ling Nianyou'."

As expected, there was a slight shake in his cool eyes.

"Nianyou." Hearing my voice, my father walked out worriedly.After seeing He You standing upright, the usually calm father screamed, "You!?"

The corner of the lips of the person who was called curled up, with a slight, sly smile.

After the two sat on the sofa, they started talking in a language I couldn't understand.

The look on my father's face was something I had never seen before, a look of deep sadness.

He You's slightly melancholy expression and his father's sad expression formed a beautiful picture.I, who love beautiful things, look at them as I should.

Not knowing what He You said, his father burst into tears.Compared with the desolate appearance when weeping alone, the father at this moment is more lovable, with an indescribable coquettishness. "A pear blossom brings rain in spring", this is about Yang Guifei, but I think it is more suitable to describe my father.

He wrapped his arms around his father's slender waist and put his arms around his father's shoulders.He You's lips firmly stuck to his father's lips.This kind of scene gave me a big blow at the time, and I couldn't react for a while, so I just watched it even more dumbfounded.

When He You let go of his father, the blushing father said the only words I could understand: "My son is watching!" After finishing speaking, He You hugged him into his arms—it seemed like the father himself got in.

"Hey! Brat!" He You swept away the melancholy just now, and put on a look of arrogance, "Do you know who I am?"

Recovering from the shock, I wanted to play a prank.So she raised her childish face and said innocently, "Mom!"

As a result, one person's face turned livid, and the other person lost his breath when he laughed.

I finally saw my father's innocent and pure smile, which was really more beautiful than Liuli.

(end)

The wind blew gently.My story is over.

Ginkgo leaves fluttered and fell on my head.Before taking it away, I brushed it away with both hands.

He raised his eyes and met a pair of smiling eyes.A gentle smile spread across his straight face like a Greek sculpture.

"The boy under the ginkgo tree is always the spirit of the story." A beautiful voice drifted into my ears with the wind.

"Want to hear a story?" I asked.

"If you'd like to tell me."

"As long as you are willing to listen, I will tell you a story, a love story, a story about my father and mother. However, you have to buy me a good cup of tea." I put down my pen and smiled at him softly.

"Okay. I'll treat you to a cup of 'Dongding Oolong Tea'."

hand, held by him.I think of my father and "mother", their fingers intertwined, and us holding hands.

"Hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son".

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Extra "Untitled"

After He You became my "mother" for a long time, life didn't change much for me.

He You at work, father at home, and me at school.There is not much difference from when my mother was at home.It's just that father and mother seldom communicate with each other, while the indifferent He You and his father who rarely talk seem to have endless words.

Therefore, for a long time, He You gave me the impression of a talkative man with a cool appearance.But in the days to come, I came to know: Except for a very small number of people including our father and son, he is completely a big iceberg that will not melt for thousands of years.

In a house that has hardly ever had guests, there is an extra pair of regular guests: Uncle Ling Bing and Uncle Ivan.Their relationship is the same as that of their father and He You, they are "couples" who cannot get married.Uncle Tang is like a child, he loves to be noisy, to make trouble, and to act coquettishly.Uncle Ivan is very noisy and has endless nonsense.As long as they come, the house is always lively.

The father has changed, and so has the family.The only thing that hasn't changed is me.

I am still the obedient and well-behaved Nianyou, still a beautiful child as quiet as a doll, and still a sensible little adult.The only thing that has changed is that I am no longer attached to my father.Although my father still loves me, I still alienate him.

I clearly remember that night, a terrible nightmare drove me from the dream world.

Run to the next door - the bedroom of father and He You.Already at the door, I stopped and hesitated whether to go in or not.

The door was ajar, and there were slight voices inside.I gently pushed the door open, and the sight in front of me made me stand still in place:

The father with his upper body naked is in the arms of He You who is also naked. The father's eyes are so charming. I have never seen his father so beautiful: the corners of his eyes are slightly red, and the blue eyes are full of eroticism.The two looked at each other affectionately and talked, with contented happiness.In their world, there is only each other, and nothing else is needed.It seems that if you own each other, you have everything in the world; each other is the only one for each other, and each other is everything for each other.

I backed out silently, and returned to the room in a trance—I didn't even know how I got back to the room.

The scene just now was lingering in front of my eyes. When my hands felt wet, I realized that tears had been pouring out of my eyes.I raised my wet hand to wipe it, but it turned out to be more and more wiped.

Getting under the covers, I whimpered.

The wind, blowing the trees outside the window, made a terrible sound, which made me afraid.

"Nianyou, don't be afraid! Nianyou, don't be afraid! Nianyou..." I kept telling myself, and saying my name couldn't restrain my sadness.bit my lower lip, I'm being