16 year old graduation ceremony

Why don't you listen to him say a few words?Just because of your brother's warning?You like him, right?Xian Ling asked, but there was no answer.This body is like a clockwork machine, it turns around in the narrow room, visits the sick and emaciated mother in the room, feeds her the medicine, and reports to her the brother's recent condition, Then I rushed to the dirty kitchen to cook, and while I was waiting for the rice to be cooked, I washed the bento box and two large buckets of dirty clothes.When feeding her mother scrambled eggs with preserved vegetables and porridge, her mother wriggled her mouth cautiously like a rabbit, spitting out vague advice between the rice grains and egg flowers:

"Have you finished your homework yet?...Have you paid the meeting fee at Second Aunt?...Your father's business has been going badly these days, and he's in a bad mood. If he says anything, just let him go, don't answer him..."

She answered every sentence, and after feeding her mother, she came out of the room, stuffed herself hastily, packed tomorrow's lunch: poached eggs, green beans and canned meat floss, washed the dishes, wiped the table, and put the math problems and The history textbook was placed on the dining table, and the desk lamp was turned on. The fierce battle of the night was about to begin, but her body and mind immediately relaxed, her eyes were blank, and she fell into a trance.Xianling is just a cell in this body that can perceive and think, no matter how anxious she is, she can't wake her up to prepare for tomorrow's quiz, only to see the chapter on the struggle between Chu and Han spread out on the table is clean, nothing Any mark line is like a young face with no secrets but full of stories.

The wall clock ticked and walked through the night, and crackling fireworks exploded in the distance.The darkness and stuffiness in this room was completely different from what Xiang Ling had imagined before. The trophies and gold medals on the cupboard were buried in cobwebs and dust. There are clothes and cardboard boxes, dried gourds for decoration, a calendar of last year's Kyoto kimono girls and a family photo with a rusty gold frame on the wall stained with yellow water stains. Like a new resident who is not good at socializing at a community party, he stands in front of the sea blue curtain and smiles cautiously.A little girl in a white dress with a red butterfly on her head is hugging a stuffed teddy bear, her eyes are wide open and her lips are tightly pressed together, as if waiting for the shutter to be pressed, and she is about to press and hold her young mother from this uncomfortable shot. Hands on her shoulders fled.

A coughing sound in the next room woke her up, like a reflex action, before she could fully open her eyes, she suddenly got up, poured a glass of water and went to the room to visit her mother.Going back to the dining table and sitting down, she breathed a sigh of relief at the blank textbook, picked up a pen and started to do her homework.

As the night deepened, there was a sound of procrastinating footsteps approaching from far away, stopping in front of the house door, followed by a solid spitting, Xian Ling felt as if a butterfly was flapping its wings in her stomach.The doorknob squeaked open, and a black-faced man with thinning hair stepped in. His brows and eyes still vaguely resembled the dull and delicate features of the man in the photo, but his flushed cheekbones were thinner and sharper, and his back was more decadent and curved.

"Dad..." The pebble-like syllable came out of her throat involuntarily. As if she had never heard of it, her father staggered up and down, and threw the big oil-stained paper bag on the ground with a bang. At the dining table, without even looking at her: "Take this and eat."

He stopped in front of her for a while, and the fishy smell of his raw meat mixed with sweat penetrated into her nose one after another.He walked into the kitchen, washed the knife and shovel under the faucet and put it back in place, wiped his wet hands back and forth on his trousers, and asked her vaguely how her homework was and when she would take her mother to the doctor to get medicine again. , got the answer he knew without asking, heaved a sigh of relief like a candidate who finished an oral exam, and quickly hid in her mother's room.She took the lukewarm paper bag to the kitchen, opened the plastic bag inside the paper bag, poured the soup mixed with chopped chicken bones, leftover bitter gourd and roasted pork skin into a large bowl, and put a plate on top , and put it in the refrigerator when it cools down.She heard her father say in a particularly high voice in the room: "They are really good at tonight's dishes, and they said they would introduce them to me again. It's been a lot of good days these days, and those who marry wives and daughters take advantage of this season, so it looks like , it won't be long before Rong Zai's shop can be built..."

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