Exclusive Memory Chapter 7 Part 3

 When I arrived at the gate of the girls' courtyard, I happened to meet Liu Qi.

He walked towards me with a smile: "What's the matter? Xue Tong, you're depressed."

I was afraid that he would continue to ask, so I said casually, "My stomach hurts."

He asked, "Did you go to check it?" He looked a little anxious.

I said, "No, I'll just go back and rest." I sent him off in a few words, then left him.

Back in the dormitory, Song Qiqi said, "You're back. Liu Qi brought you fruit, but there was no one in our dormitory, he waited downstairs. I just came back and saw him, and then helped you carry things up." After she finished speaking, she pointed to my favorite watermelon on the table.

"Huh?"

"Didn't you see him just now?"

"I saw..."

In the evening, I met Mu Chenghe on msn. After thinking about it for a long time, I still sent a conversation.

Po3a: Forgot to ask you during the day, when did you come back?

Mu Chenghe: The day before yesterday.

Po3a: You suddenly disappeared, as if taken away by aliens.

Mu Chenghe: Now, the aliens found out that I was actually a normal human being, so they let me back.

Po3a: You are not an ordinary human being, they say you have an IQ of over two hundred.

Mu Chenghe: Are you sure they didn't say that I had an IQ of 250？

Po3a: Hey, hey, hey.

I couldn't help but laugh, but after laughing, I looked at the watermelon on the table intact, typed a sentence towards the keyboard, and sent it over.

Po3a: Teacher Mu, do you think it is appropriate to fall in love at our age?

Finally came to this point.

I just wanted to know what was really going on in his mind.

This one did not reply as quickly as before.

Mu Chenghe: Why, children are also going to fall in love?

I took a breath and wrote: It's a boy in my grade, not from our department.

Then, time stood still.

I saw the cursor of my mouse flicker on the screen, like my restless heartbeat.

The dialog box shows that the other party's dialogue status is "typing", and after a few seconds, the "typing" is gone.

He seemed to pause.

So, my heart stopped.

That pause may be just a moment for him, but for me, it is a long torment. I even have the urge to turn off the computer and rush out.

I comforted myself, maybe it was just a simple pause from Mu Chenghe, maybe he had just written something, but found that there was a typo, and went back to delete it.

Then he gave me a long reply: Love at your age is always the most beautiful, take advantage of it, but be careful not to let yourself get hurt.

I read the line over and over again. The wording is appropriate, the words are reasonable, and there is nothing wrong with it. It is completely the tone of a teacher and an elder talking to a younger generation, rigorous and sincere.

But—but what I want is not this, it's completely different.

Po3a: Thank you teacher, I noted it.

Song Qiqi hadn't come back yet, and I was the only one in the dormitory. I was familiar with the keyboard, so I didn't turn on the lights. After the computer was turned off, the bluish fluorescence also disappeared.

The room was plunged into darkness.

I sat quietly in the darkness, listening to the broken ceiling fan humming overhead, without moving for a while.

At the beginning of August, my mother received a transfer order to serve as a deputy director-level cadre in another prison in C City. She said this is the normal rotation of department-level cadres .

The order came in a hurry, so she left in a hurry.

I don't have a big opinion on this, anyway, she doesn't stay at home all the year round, and it doesn't matter whether the distance between me and her is tens of kilometers or hundreds of kilometers.

A few days before leaving, I went with her to the cemetery to visit my father.

After wiping the tombstone back and forth twice for my father, she stood up, looked at me and said, "Xiaotong, in front of your father today, I want to discuss something with you."

"Well. You tell me."

"Do you remember Uncle Chen in our prison?"

"Uncle Chen?" I don't quite remember this person.

"That time when you were having New Year's dinner with people from our unit, he sat next to you." Mom reminded.

I thought about it and still can't remember.

Mom hesitated and said, "Mom wants to remarry to him."

I was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at her, "What did you say?"

"Mom wants to marry him." She repeated, but her eyes became firmer, and she continued: "I thought I'd put this matter aside, and let you talk about it first. But now I'm going to another place, you still have a year to graduate, and there is no one who can take care of you, so I am also worried."

I watched her lips open and close, and felt something in my eyes want to overflow. I had no choice but to stare my eyes wide open, then gritted my teeth and said, "I don't agree."

"Tongtong..."

"I said, I don't agree." This time reiterating, I raised my voice. At the same time, the eyes accidentally blinked, and the tears slipped out.

"Tongtong..." my mother called me again.

"You want to marry him yourself, but you say you want to take care of me. Mom, how can you be so selfish! Dad has only been dead for four years. He is lying here, looking at us and smiling in the picture, and you forget about him and marry someone else.”

"Tongtong, how can you say that your mother is selfish?"

"It is!" I said heatedly, "Have you thought about me? Have you thought about Daddy? How sad he would be if he knew. In other words, if it's you lying down there, and it's Dad standing here talking to me, he's definitely not doing that!”

She was slightly angry: "It's just because I thought of you that I postponed the matter with Uncle Chen until now!" What does it mean that Dad would never do this? What do you understand? What do you know? Your father he..." The more she spoke, the more angry she became, and when she reached the last sentence, she was also extremely angry, and blurted out, but after saying half a sentence, she suddenly stopped, her expression was sluggish, and her voice stopped abruptly.

"What do I know?" I wiped away the tears on my cheeks and asked her back.

"...It's nothing." She looked away, "The past is the past, and I didn't intend for you to know."

"What's wrong with Dad?"

She sighed and changed the subject: "Since you don't agree, I won't mention the remarriage. I'll talk about it later ."

Then no matter how much I asked, she never said anything about what she just said.

A week later, my mother went to the new post on time. Before she left, she withdrew thousands of yuan from my father's pension, bought a computer for me, and asked me to move to school to use when school started.

In the past six months, the family's mortgage has been paid off, and my mother's salary has increased, and our economic conditions have improved slightly. Buying a computer is a wish I had when I was a freshman in college. A few days ago, my mother suddenly brought it up and put it into action immediately, but it made me very uncomfortable.

I don't know if all single-parent families are like this. When parents have expectations for their children, they will use material bribes to achieve their goals.

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