Exclusive Memory Chapter 5 Part 6
I stood up, walked to the railing, looked at the river under the embankment for a while, plucked up courage, turned around and said loudly: "Teacher Mu, can you tell me about you?"
Then he got up and approached me, "What's the matter?"
"Anything is fine, from childhood, from studying abroad, from work, from love." I was afraid that he would not agree, so I added, "In exchange, you can also ask me."
"Ask you what?"
"A lot. For example, I was very skinny when I was a child. Every time I made a mistake, my mother would ask me to tell myself how many times I was going to be whipped before I was whipped with a feather duster."
He laughed, "Your mother is quite democratic."
"What, that's a hypocritical democracy. I said at the beginning: 'Mom, just take a light pump'. However, I didn't know that not only was it impossible, but I would also be accused of not knowing my own mistakes deeply. I will be punished more severely. In the end, it is not my decision."
"It's no wonder that when you make mistakes now, you have a particularly strong sense of admitting mistakes. It turns out that you were trained in this way." He said.
What do I say?
When he was a child? Will you be as sad as me?
Work? Will it be a military secret?
In love? Will a teacher's wife come out suddenly, making me want to kill myself by the river on the spot?
So, I chose the least sensitive topic, "Tell me something about Russia, isn't it much colder there than here?"
"Yes. And when I first went there, I was not familiar with the language, so I could only live on a meager scholarship, and my life was quite tight. Later, when I became familiar with the place, I often helped Chinese people as translators to earn extra money."
"How long have you been there? Are they all in Moscow?"
"I spent almost eight years in Moscow and then went to St. Petersburg for over a year," he said.
"Which city is prettier?"
"St. Petersburg is beautiful," he said. "It's near the Arctic Circle. In the summer months, it's almost dark all night. In the early morning, it's a wonderful feeling to stare at the blue sky that is as bright as day. Sometimes you can even see the Northern Lights.”
"Northern Lights! It's true? Is it beautiful? I sighed.
"Beautiful. It is said that to see the Northern Lights is to see the eyes of God. ”
"God's eyes?"
"It's just a legend. From a scientific point of view, it's a magnetic storm between the sun and the earth."
"Scientists are not romantic." I pouted.
He smiled helplessly.
I was silent for a while, then murmured again: "It would be great if it were the eyes of God. I want to see it for myself, and then ask God, how is my dad doing in heaven, and when can he come back?"
After hearing this, he stared at me for a while, choked up.
"Just kidding," I said, waving my hand, "I'm a firm believer in communism."
These stretches of highway along Linjiang are the largest fireworks display points in the city. As time goes by, more and more people set off fireworks by the river. After eleven o'clock, it can almost be described as a crowd.
Many people abandoned the last part of the Spring Festival Gala and came out to set off fireworks.
We walked slowly through the flow of people, the roar of cannon bamboo and ceremonial flowers, almost roaring to hear eachother clearly.
When passing by a sales point, he asked me: "Do you want to set off firecrackers and fireworks?"
I shake my head.
Fireworks and firecrackers are extremely expensive at this time. Merchants are doing business with the mentality of "not opening for a year, opening for a year". Come one to slaughter one, come to two slaughter a pair.
I never join in the fun.
Thinking about it this way, I realized that I was also an unromantic person.
"I thought that children like this kind of thing."
I stood at attention, turned to face him, and reiterated, "I'm not a child."
When I was talking, a person behind me bumped into me, and I staggered and fell towards him. Mu Chenghe stretched out his hand and embraced me with his arms.
A female voice behind hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
The man next to her complained: "Tell you not to make trouble, you just don't listen."
I waved my hand and said, "It's okay, I was not careful." I also had something wrong, and it would be bad if the young couple quarreled during the New Year's Eve.
"Professor Mu." The strange man saw Mu Chenghe next to me and recognized him.
Mu Chenghe looked up when he heard the sound and smiled slightly, "It turned out to be Mr. Li." As he spoke, his left hand gently let go of me.
The two shook hands and exchanged two New Year greetings, and then took their leave. The other party did not introduce his female companion, and Mu Chenghe did not introduce me.
After parting, I stood still and looked back at the two people who were a few steps away. That man made me feel extremely arrogant, completely different from Mu Chenghe.
After thinking of this, I was a little disdainful, "Who is it?"
"We have a research project that was donated by that gentleman."
"What about the one next to it?"
"I don't know him. It should be his wife."
"He is so cruel to his wife."
Mu Chenghe also looked back at my gaze and said lightly: "Sometimes the superficial phenomenon is different from the inner essence.”
"How do you know it's different?"
"By observation."
"Observation?"
I looked at the backs of the walking couple, and then asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with his legs?"
"Well. When he came to school last time, I saw him in a wheelchair."
"With such inconvenient legs and feet, he accompanied his wife to set off fireworks."
"It can be seen that the inside of some people is different from what we see."
I laughed, and suddenly understood, and after a while, I said: "Tell me, when we gossip about people like this, will they also gossip about us?"
"How can we gossip? We are clearly discussing the inner connection between love and appearance very seriously." When he said this, his face was extremely serious, with a completely kind and harmless expression.
I'm afraid he is the only person who can be so confident in gossiping about others behind their backs.
I almost forgot that he was the same Mu Chenghe who drove me crazy so many times that I almost wanted to kill him.
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