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Wednesday, August 2018, 10

It's Wednesday again.

I want to pack up and prepare for the winter. My computer has a tendency to go on strike recently. It is a very old computer that has been with me for many years.

When I spend tens of seconds opening my diary every day, I can’t help but ask myself, how can there be so many things in life to remember? In fact, apart from the very clear flash points in memory, we should Just like canned sardines produced on an assembly line, they are passed from one point to the next on a conveyor belt.

Wake up, go to work, work, rest, eat at the right time, sleep at the right time, and fall in love at the right time.

Today my mother called me to complain that the price of vegetables in the supermarket has increased again, that my father went to play mahjong at night again, and that the newly weaned dog that my father brought home was shitting and peeing everywhere in the house, making my weekend Take Ruan Xinhe to eat at home.

My mother seems to talk a little bit tonight, she babbled endlessly, I promised her to go home for dinner on Saturday, and asked her if she needed me to buy her something?

My mother talked a lot again, babbling unconsciously, and I felt that she seemed a little lonely.

Ask her what happened.

She said: "Do you remember the husband of your colleague who told you about the vacation some time ago that he had a brain tumor?"

My memory is not so bad that I replied, "Well, I remember."

My mother was silent for a while and told me that I went today and she will go to the funeral tomorrow.

I hummed, feeling as if I should express some opinions on such a major event as human life and death, but in the end I still didn't say anything.

My mother was silent for a moment and asked me: "Cheng, what should you do?"

"..." I don't really know how the topic came to me, it's very inexplicable.

My mother said: "What will you do when you are old, what will you do if you are sick, you have no children to take care of you, you..." She hesitated to speak.

I turned my head to look at Yan Ruan Xinhe while my mother was chattering. He was sitting on the bed wearing glasses and was revising his plan very seriously. When I looked at him, he suddenly raised his head and met my eyes. Finally he pushed his glasses and smiled at me with a mouthful of white teeth.

To be honest, I was a bit stupid, I shook my head at him, tapped my phone, and said silently, "My mother."

He nodded.

I turned around and thought about it and said to my mother: "Mom, if you say that the reason you gave birth to me and raised me is because you want me to take care of you at your bedside when you are sick, then I'm too pitiful." If it was born for such a purpose, then we as children and the next generation are really sad.

Because parents love the next generation, parents are willing to raise and take care of their children, and when children grow up, they are willing to support them because they love their parents. It should be like this, isn’t it?

My mother laughed twice, then sighed: "I'm worried."

I said, "There's nothing to worry about, it's useless to worry about the future." I said, "Let your colleagues mourn, then clean up and start living again, and find a suitable wife."

My mother scolded me and said that there was really something wrong with me, and then suddenly became very impatient and said that I was annoying and said that she hung up the phone and went to watch TV and didn't bother to tell me.

It seems that the person who insisted on chatting just now was me.

I took off the phone and used my old phone to watch a TV series. I watched an episode because I was too lazy to turn off the barrage and almost died of anger. I was almost overwhelmed by crazy spoilers.

After watching one episode, Ruan Xinhe took off his glasses, walked over to me, moved a stool and sat down, poked his chin on my shoulder and looked at my computer screen for a while: "I will change your computer for your birthday and set this place for you." Do you watch TV and write in your diary?"

I pressed my hand under my thigh, and nodded my chin to him: "Help me turn off the bullet screen, it's full of spoilers, and I just want to kill when I accidentally see it."

Ruan Xinhe glared at me: "Why are you so lazy? You deserve to be spoiled." After cursing, he reached out to turn off the video barrage.

He said, "What is this, horror?"

I said, "I don't know, I only watched one episode, it's not scary, it's black humor."

He let out an oh, and the computer started to automatically play the next episode. Ruan Xinhe asked, "What did your mother say?"

"His colleague's husband has a brain tumor, and it seems that he has passed away."

"……Oh."

The two of us sat and watched the second episode. The hostess bought a robot similar to her boyfriend because of her boyfriend’s accident. You love your lover, from behavior to all the little habits, but he is a robot you bought, and you know it very clearly in your heart.

It's better to hit yourself with amnesia and pretend that this is your boyfriend.

After reading it, Ruan Xinhe said, "Why are you so aggrieved? I thought black humor had at least something to do with the word humor?"

His appearance was very funny, and he couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his hair.

He shook his head: "This is so stupid. If I have an accident, you must feel sorry for me first, and then at least put me in your heart for a while, and then start a new life, a period without me. life."

"……are you crazy?"

He groaned, and said after a while: "Don't make a robot like me to accompany you, not only is he a fake me, but if he is abandoned in the attic, he is too pitiful. "

"...Oh." I think Ruan Xinhe thinks a little too much, that is already a matter of the future, and the current robot is still at the point of playing Go with people on the Internet or jumping stairs or dancing in an open field.

When people's thoughts can be copied, I think I must be dead, even if I am not dead, I am already an old man who can no longer accept any new things.

Ruan Xinhe hummed twice, and then asked, "Did you ask your mother's colleague to find your wife?"

I said yes.

Ruan Xinhe laughed: "Should I say you are cold-blooded or enthusiastic?"

I said, "Please, I'm just talking to my mother, how can I talk about this in front of other people?"

He looked at me twice and remained silent. I felt that his mocking expression was very obvious, so I couldn't help reaching out to scratch his waist. He dodged for a while, then laughed and threw himself on my lap: "No Come or not."

I withdrew my hand and touched his head, he turned his headrest and leaned against my lap to look at me, the smile in his eyes still crooked hasn't receded.

I asked him: "Do you remember an uncle named Xue Gang in our family?"

Ruan Xinhe blinked his eyes for a long time and said: "Oh, I remember, he likes you very much. Every time I saw you on the small road of our house in junior high school, he would call your name from a long distance, and he would call you when he got close. Reach out to give you a high five."

"Yeah." I heard him say it a little funny, "When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I lost all my marbles with others. At that time, I always wanted to get back my money. I asked him for ten yuan and told him not to tell my parents."

Ruan Xinhe laughed when he heard the words: "You really dare to borrow it, and then did he turn around and tell your parents?"

My breakfast plus pocket money for a week in elementary school was only [-] yuan, because [-] yuan was not a small amount for a primary school student like me at that time, so he told my parents, and then my parents beat me hard I was beaten up until I was almost in the shadow of being given money throughout my student days.

I nodded heavily: "He agreed to me at the time, but my mother found out when I got home from school in the afternoon, and beat me to death. My lord is really dishonest."

Ruan Xinhe laughed: "When I got the New Year's money during Chinese New Year, a distant uncle of mine also told me to give me the New Year's money, so I don't want to tell my parents."

"But he told your parents right away, right?"

"Yes! My mother blamed me for being ignorant. I didn't tell her when people gave me red envelopes."

Adults are really strange, he taught you a lot of truths when you were a child, and told you a lot of lies.

Sometimes they tell you not to do this because they really don’t want you to do it. If you do it, you will be beaten up; sometimes what they tell you not to do is to let you do it secretly. If you didn't do what he said, then you would most likely get beaten up too.

After much deliberation, it is still too miserable for a child. He may even suffer inexplicable disasters because he cannot tell whether your "don't tell your parents" is true or false.

I think the reason why I can't empathize with some things in many places is because I was deceived too much when I was young.

Children are very vengeful!