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Then I woke up, the summer light rubbing roughly against my eyelashes. A thought flashed through my mind, not just clarity or chaos: "Where did I put my red scarf? If I forget to put it on again, I'll lose points for the class. Mom, where did you put it?" Then I laughed at myself. I think I must have had this dream because I've been a little nervous lately. It's my last summer in college, and I'm going to my internship starting next week - I'm a little scared. In fact, my teacher originally recommended that I go to a company in Shanghai for an internship, but I eventually gave way to someone else and chose the firm in Longcheng. Because if Su Yuanzhi is going home for the holidays, what's the point of me going to Shanghai alone? I would have been a very simple thing, but after my mother knew, I was scolded for two weeks - I was afraid to see her.

In fact, I know that my mother is not all because she hates me for being unproductive, but her spirit is so tense in this summer that she needs to be angry with me from time to time.

Yesterday afternoon, my mother saw the layers of gloom outside the window and slowly sighed and said, "It's going to rain soon, right? It's so dark, it could be a thunderstorm." --But the good wish did not come true after all, the sky carried on from the beginning to the end, just haze, no thunder, no lightning - so my uncle's flight landed peacefully in Longcheng, not even late.

Uncle said he came to see his grandmother. It's a pity that Grandma doesn't know him very well - in fact, Grandma still talks about Uncle to her mother, for example, she suddenly asks her mother if Uncle has gone on a business trip and why he hasn't come again for so long. Unfortunately, it was not my uncle's luck that he was not recognized by his grandmother today. But Grandma smiled at him very dutifully and said seven or eight times in an hour, "It's going to rain, you have to stay for dinner." In fact, after spending time with Grandma, I am more and more inclined to believe that in repeating what he just said, he didn't really forget it completely, he was just confirming that he did say it.

If I were my mother, he would have answered Grandma seven or eight times with the same tone of voice and expression, "Yes." But my uncle was different; he only nodded in response to Grandma's first invitation. When Granny repeated it endlessly, he pretended not to hear it. As they sat face to face on the two sofas, Grandma's laughing voice rang out over and over again, "It's going to rain, you're staying for dinner." It was like playing a game called "Echo Wall" with myself.

Luckily, at dinner that day, his sister came back - not just himself, of course, but Shelby, and Zheng Chenggong, the mascot.

Zheng Chenggong's arrival saved his mother, who exaggeratedly picked him up, exclaiming, "Baby, you've grown taller," and then undoubtedly ordered his sister, "It may rain tonight, so you'll stay here for the night, and you don't go to the store, it's not safe to drive in the rain. " Zheng Chenggong's eyes slanted and, as always, chewed his fist in agreement.

Zheng Chenggong child is just a little taller, nothing else has changed, even the hair is still sparse, strictly speaking, the few pokes of the softest hair is not "hair". He is not like Bei Bei, a child like Bei Bei was born to make the adults praise life is a miracle. But Zheng Chenggong is an alien. So for Zheng Chenggong, the "time" thing is afraid to follow Einstein's magical law, the speed of flow is different. Every time I watched him chew his fist with confidence, I always asked him in my heart: Zheng Chenggong, will you really never change?

Bei Bei is the hymn. You are an allegory.

I knew that my mother was happy to see Zheng Chenggong, especially when she felt that this happiness could successfully cover up her unwelcome visit to my uncle. At the dinner table she prepared meat porridge especially for Zheng Chenggong - because he was a slow grower and had only two incisors, which were one above the other, alone, and not at all helpful.

Everyone unspokenly let the conversation revolve around Zheng Chenggong and also around her sister, happily listening to her sister's vicious account of how her blind date with Dr. Chen was a bad one - because the nerd would just stare at her and gawk, not even talking. I said, "That's because you're pretty, he's dumbfounded." My sister "giggled", "You've never seen the world."

Mom went to the kitchen to do the dishes before dinner was over. So, Dad had to look at the table full of scraps and nervously invited Uncle to watch TV. Uncle had barely said a word since he walked in the door. He smiled politely at Dad, who said, "Make some tea?" He said, "No need." Then Dad said, "I'd like some." Uncle had to say, "That's fine." Dad asked again, "Mao Jian or Pu Er?" Uncle said, "Either." Dad persistently asked, "What do you like to drink? Is it better to drink green tea in summer? So, Mao Jian?" Uncle said helplessly, "Whatever, it's all the same really." Dad sighed, "Then I'll go make pu-erh, someone just gave it to me, it's fresh." Uncle said with an innocent face, "Then it's better to Mao Jian, I like green tea."

This conversation was really hard to sit through. I stood up helplessly, holding up those dirty plates on the table, seemingly indifferent. Mom was in front of the sink, giving me her back. She was brushing the pots and pans with a little too much ferocity. I set those dishes down next to her and said stiffly, "Mom, I'll do it." He didn't look up at me, she just said, "You can't clean them."

Mom was not at all normal today. The whole meal, he actually didn't notice that his brother didn't come back. She had stood at the sink for so long that she actually never noticed that Zheng Chenggong had stood alone in front of the huge refrigerator on the balcony for a long time - I mean, he stood there with his toddler, so quiet that one would think that the refrigerator was a mirror that would make him toddler together, so quiet that one would think that the refrigerator was a mirror that would make him to scrutinize himself - the self that, at his grade level, was still a complete stranger.

"Aliens, refrigerators are a very common thing on our planet." I walked over to him and squatted down, telling him, "Want me to give you a tour?" I spoke softly because, not being sure if he was really paying full attention, I didn't want my voice to scare him. He turned his little face sluggishly and looked at me seriously, and I knew he was saying to me: yes. When I bent down to hold him, I felt that he had become heavier and could no longer be picked up as easily as he used to be. When the refrigerator door opened, the light inside accompanied by the cold air, shaking his eyes blinked. His little radish-like hand was placed on his face very carefully.

Aliens, actually this is not of sunlight. Nor is it a flying saucer that can take you home, I'm so sorry.

"This is peanut butter, this is salad dressing, this ...... is red and red and has a lot of little crumbs in it, it's hot sauce, don't touch it casually if you're okay, oh, because if you accidentally lick it with your tongue, you'll feel like your head is on fire inside... ...the boxes are nothing to touch, all yesterday's leftovers only. This is a carbonated drink, children drink is not good for the body, only when you grow up. This is a watermelon, little one, oh, watermelon usually does not look like this, is a round ball, you know? Just like the shape of your head - well, a little more round than your head. But in order to be able to eat the red stuff inside, that's why you have to cut it, what you see is only half of the watermelon - there's no reason why, everyone does it, no one eats watermelon rind ah. The green part is not edible. This is toast bread, but unfortunately you have to wait for your teeth to grow a few more ...... Right, this you can, jelly, little one, do you know what is called jelly? ...... really hard to explain, ah, jelly is much more complicated than watermelon." This last sentence, I was saying to myself in a daze.

I just want Zheng Chenggong to know that the refrigerator is kind and safe, for him there are already too many crises and traps in this world, but he can trust the refrigerator. "It's a little cold, isn't it?" I asked him. He still looked at me with that very cooperative look, his mouth puckered up in a haughty display of non-judgment of my opinion. I gently closed the refrigerator door, "I'll show you later, or you'll catch a cold."

And just like that, the other world disappeared and we were back in a familiar place again. It shouldn't be that I'm too sensitive. Zheng Chenggong's eyes were actually a little disappointed, but he had a way to make himself pleasant again.

The dialogue behind him just rang out unannounced, accompanied by the thin sound of water in the sink.

I don't know when my uncle came into the kitchen, and the moment I heard his voice, I surprised myself by flashing behind the refrigerator, next to the gas stove, with the aliens so lightly. They won't notice us, as long as Zheng Chenggong cooperates and doesn't suddenly burst into tears, or always beat the glass window tirelessly with his little hands, as he is doing at the moment. When you think about it, Zheng Chenggong has not cried since he entered the house. It is remarkable that the alien has grown up and is no longer a baby.

Uncle said, "You too, it's quite hard." --He really has a strange way of breaking sentences. I actually didn't know him very well, and when I went to my grandparents' house for the summer when I was a kid, I didn't see him every day; he would only come back every few days.

Mom was silent for a moment, and I heard the sound of bowls and plates clinking together. Mom said smoothly, "What else can we do?"

Uncle said: "I brought a medicine, a friend brought from Canada, said that the domestic has not been officially put into production, good for brain cells, slowing down the decline of the elderly brain ...... you give her to eat, three times a day, a piece of ...... I am afraid you I can't read the English above. See the effect, wait for me to go over there, and then send it to you, if the post office is not allowed to send drugs, I asked someone to bring back."

Mom was caught off guard and turned off the tap, and in that moment, the silence was like a sudden, athletic wildcat, in the air, who felt the arc it drew.

Then Mom said, "Got it."

Uncle seemed to be aggravated, "In fact, when I was in Nanjing, I took her to the hospital. The doctor said that nothing could be done. But the family talk to her more, it will be a useful stimulus for her. Seeing that you have a lot of people coming in and out of here, and a big family is quite lively, I was relieved."

Mom suddenly asked, "Who is 'she'? Who is 'she'? You can't even be bothered to call her that? She has not had an easy life, but at least she has brought up a few of us."

"She only brought you up. Don't forget, I was ten years old when she married Dad, and she didn't bring me up." Uncle laughed briefly, "You were a kid back then and didn't know anything, so me and my sister, none of us ever put a score on you."

"So I have you guys to thank for that?" Mom forcefully put a handful of chopsticks on the table in unison, the chopsticks seemed to fall apart, the voice seemed to be flowing, "Can you be fair? It's no one's fault that your own mother died. She did everything she could, and it wasn't easy for her!"

"Of course you can say that," my uncle's voice took on a fighting tone, "you're the only one who's her daughter, she didn't do anything wrong so of course you can stand around and talk, of course you can praise her for not having it easy, what about us? We are redundant, I just went to junior high school to live in school because she did not see me, the weekend back home she is not able to talk to me, not to talk to me, you know sister sixteen years old to the factory, to her twenty-four years old to get married, a full eight years, she almost never returned home, you are not remember what sister looks like when you were a child, right? Of course you do not know why, in fact, what is the use of going home? New Year's Eve, there will always be new clothes just you, the last few dumplings, you a small child even if you eat until you vomit, she also left you all the same ......"

"You can't speak without conscience." Mom couldn't bear to interrupt him. "Why do I always remember that when I was in elementary school I always watched her save food stamps little by little and then told me that it was to be sent to my brother because you were in the countryside and she always said there was nothing for you to eat there - why don't you remember that? "

"I only remember, my sister married the year of the Qingming, originally said we all go together to my mother's grave, she said you suddenly fell ill with a high fever - not early and not late, it happened to be that day, she also said to hear the neighbors say you may have scarlet fever, and then Dad really followed you to the hospital ...... My sister and I were both waiting at the cemetery, and we couldn't believe that he really didn't come."