Cinderella's Gypsophila

On the day of the winter vacation, Zhuo Ziwei said that she wanted to get a tattoo.

But in the end it didn't happen.

Not only did he not go, after Qi Yan left, he also changed his clothes, combed his hair neatly, looked like a top student, and went home obediently and neatly.

His home is on the university campus.

The campus environment is very good, there are many pines and cypresses, and the winter plums are golden and fragrant.

There shouldn't be a decent university in a small county. Fortunately, a few years ago, Z University, a prestigious university in Shanghai, set up a branch campus here.Zhuo Ziwei's father is a well-known scholar at Z University, so he volunteered to come to the branch school to become the principal.

After a semester, I came home again.

The mahogany floors in the home are spotless, polished and reflective.

"My son is back!" The parents' voices were cordial and enthusiastic, and there was already a large table of hot meals on the table.

...the first day home is always the best day.

But it won't be good, he is too experienced.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, his mother had already brought a wet towel.

"Don't move! Just stand at the door!"

She took the towel, brushed it all over his body like dusting a quilt, and complained: "Look at you, where did you smear all the dust! It's so dirty!"

Zhuo Zi lowered her eyes slightly.

How much ashes can there be in his new clothes after an hour's bus ride home?

"The shoes are also dirty, so put them outside. Oh, why are you wearing an old sweater inside? I told you not to wear them. Where's the new sweater?"

"And your pants, where are the pen marks! I told you to pay attention, why aren't your socks thick? They are specially bought for you!"

"Why haven't I seen a scarf before? It's new? I told you not to buy white ones. It's unlucky and unwashable. What kind of material is there? Chemical fiber? Throw it away, and mother will pick it out for you later. of!"

"The skin is also rough, I need to use the facial cleanser I bought for you!"

"It's time for your hair to be cut, so let's do it in the afternoon. Before you go, remember to call and ask if there is a queue. Now, let's eat, mom fried your favorite tomato scrambled eggs for you!"

Zhuo Zi was speechless, and sat down at the dining table.

The scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table are red, yellow and yellow, very beautiful colors.

He likes scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

But his taste is biased, he likes the sweet tomato scrambled eggs.

His parents couldn't understand this: "How can you eat sweet? It's so disgusting! Tomato scrambled eggs have to be salty to be normal!"

"Eat, eat quickly! Look, this table is specially made for you, with fish and meat, meat and vegetables..."

Zhuo Ziwei picked up the chopsticks and picked up a bite of tomato scrambled eggs.

Sure enough, it is salty, salty.

He bit his chopsticks with downcast eyes and couldn't help laughing.

His mother: "Look at you! Biting chopsticks again, what's wrong? Why can't you correct it after so many years of teaching? Don't put your arms on the table. With your table manners, you will be laughed at when you study abroad or attend formal occasions in the future! "

His father: "Forget it, eat! What's the use of talking? This kid's posture with chopsticks has been wrong since he was a child. How many times have he been taught, will he listen?"

From childhood to adulthood, my parents have been unremittingly correcting the posture of holding chopsticks, the posture of walking, the way of looking at people, the arc of smiling, and countless details.

"It's fine if you can eat."

His parents immediately said in unison: "But your posture is not good-looking!"

"Ziwei, you have to know that it's for your own good that your parents regulate your words and deeds, can they still harm you? Don't they want you to become better? We don't bother to care about other people's children!"

"Okay, let him do whatever he wants. If you don't listen to your parents now, if you go abroad or work in the future, the society will beat him up..."

Snapped.

The chopsticks were thrown on the table, Zhuo Ziwei stood up expressionlessly.

I don't want to eat.

He went back to his room and wanted to be alone for a while, but found that the door lock had been picked.

His father opened the door and chased him in: "What's your attitude? Your mother worked so hard to cook a large table of dishes for you. As soon as you come back, you will show your face to anyone! You are getting more and more arrogant. Do your parents owe you money?" Is it?"

His mother: "Forget it, my husband, my son is in a bad mood, what if..."

"What's in case? What about depression and cutting yourself with a knife? I think you are used to it! If you are in a bad mood, you can just shake your face. What's the use of good grades? With such an extreme personality, you dare to do this to your parents at home." Such a temper, in the future when he works and enters the society, he will be at a disadvantage!"

Husband and wife, you talk to me.

High-level intellectuals are all capable of speaking, have a good memory, and can talk endlessly.

From how he disobediently fell into the river and almost drowned when he was three or four years old, to how he disobeyed and broke the glass when he was five or six years old.I would like to reiterate that the whole family had a good life in Shanghai, but it was because of his work that they moved to such a remote place, and my parents sacrificed so much for him.

Zhuo Zi closed her ears slightly, relaxed her mind, and silently recited a few lyrics.

He has heard too much about turning over old accounts.

I have experienced both the three-hour version and the six-hour version, and it was very boring.

Four and ten minutes passed, his parents hadn't finished talking, and finally he couldn't be bothered to bear it any longer.

Running out of the house, Zhuo Ziwei casually found an Internet cafe to sit down and connected the earphones.

On the table is the movie "A Chinese Journey to the West" downloaded by the previous guest.He opened it casually.

Tang Seng said, people are born by their mothers, and demons are born by their mothers, nagging... The little monsters are so annoyed by him that they can't bear it, and they hang themselves on the southeast branch one after another.

what……

Nonsensical movies are really funny. After being nagged a few times, I don’t want to live and hang myself.

Zhuo Zi smiled for a while, the bridge of her nose was sore, and her head ached from it.

Those little monsters were only nagged by Tang Seng for a few minutes.

And since he was a child, he didn't know how many years he had been nagging and picking on him.

Every day, every day, every day.Countless times.

His parents are very sharp-eyed and can always find all kinds of things wrong with him.

The shoelaces are tied incorrectly, the action of peeling eggs is incorrect, the clothes are wiped, the trouser legs are curled, the hair grows, read too much, and run around...

For many years, he thought this was "education".

He thought that his parents' kind reminders and criticisms were all for his own good.

Until one day, he suddenly discovered that his family lacked "communication"——

Parents only need to open their mouths to talk to him, in addition to asking about grades, there are only countless "do this, do that, don't do this, don't do that".

What's even more absurd is that even if he dresses and eats exactly according to their requirements, even if his voice, intonation, eyes, and walking posture completely follow their requirements, making him a perfect string puppet doll, they are still not satisfied.

Trivial requests never end.

And they always thought they were right, and advised him in turn:

"Ziwei, Mom and Dad didn't mean to force you, we all know that you are still very good, but if you can correct a few more minor problems, wouldn't you be perfect?"

Zhuo Ziwei told his parents countless times that I don't want to be perfect.

I just want to live a normal life like a normal person.

Decide for yourself what to wear and when to cut your hair.

Show some teeth when you smile.

What action to use to hold chopsticks, and what method to use to cut fruit.

Even high-precision machines cannot achieve 100% perfection, let alone I am a human being, not a machine?

But it didn't work.

When the parents heard these expressions, it was like hearing that he liked sweet scrambled eggs with tomatoes, as if they were watching a psychopath.

Even, they are innocent and sad——

They feel that they have provided their son with a good life, and hope that their excellent son will "keep improving". Is this wrong?is it hard?

Just the little details of everyday life!

It should be easy to do if you put your heart into it?

Later, Zhuo Ziwei didn't bother to argue anymore. Amidst the endless chatter, she became silent, insomnia, and in a trance.

"Depression? I think it's because of his extreme personality!"

"It's really too bad."

But Zhuo Ziwei would never recognize his extreme personality.

He is not extreme at all, he is sunny, handsome and active, and there is no teacher or classmate who does not love him, even if he goes to society in the future, he will definitely not be beaten severely.

It's only at home that he can be extremely irritable, impatient, crazy, and explode at a little bit.

But parents will never understand.

……

That day, Zhuo Ziwei went home after staying in the Internet cafe until ten o'clock in the evening.

After all, if you don't come back overnight, your parents will definitely be worried.

He can't do that.

Sure enough, his parents were very worried about him, and his mother's eyes were red from crying. She also left him a sumptuous dinner, nuts and fruits on the table.

Zhuo Ziwei suddenly felt guilty, wondering if he was making a fuss over a molehill.

It's just a few words...

All children, who will avoid being talked about by their parents with concern.Even if it's annoying, it's really for your own good.

But the next second—

"Are you going to have your hair cut tomorrow? You can really watch it. I called you all afternoon. It's rare that there is no one in the barber shop, but you are not here, alas!"

"Open the door at nine o'clock tomorrow morning and go to line up, or you will have to wait again."

"We must find the No. 1 hair stylist. Last time, the No. 5 hair stylist almost died. What did he cut?"

"That's it. I'll wake you up at eight o'clock tomorrow."

"After the haircut, I will pick you up to buy clothes. This time, I want to wear them. Every time I buy good clothes for you, you don't know how to wear them!"

"Hey, why don't you eat dinner again?"

"How can I eat outside? Everything outside is gutter oil..."

"..."

Zhuo Zi entered the room slightly tired and suffocated.

Falling on the bed in the dark like a marionette with a broken string.

【Hey, whether you have good grades or good personality, what else could your parents be dissatisfied with you? 】He thought of Qi Yan, the infinite doubts in the boy's bright black pupils, and the words he asked him.

Zhuo Ziwei never told her before.

In fact, he was a little envious of Qi Yan.

From the first sight, he felt that there was something similar to him in the boy's eyes, and something he didn't.

Qi Yan hated his father.

He loved his dad, but he hated him.

It is true hate, there is no love at all, after despair, there will be no illusions in the heart.

In fact, sometimes, Zhuo Ziwei really felt that it was a good thing to completely cut off thoughts.

The Heart Sutra says, "There is no hindrance, no terror, stay away from reversed dreams, and finally Nirvana." Perhaps only when you no longer have illusions can you be reborn in Nirvana.

He smiled bitterly.

But he just couldn't do it.

Because he still loves his parents, and knows that his parents still love him.

But although they love each other, they will never be able to understand each other, and they will always torture each other and be disappointed.

It's just ridiculous and tragic.

If they don't love each other, maybe each other will be better off.

……

On the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Qi Yan took a three-hour bus ride to the Z University campus.

Zhuo Ziwei followed behind his parents.

They had no choice but to meet the legendary "excellent Qi Yan" no matter what.

At noon, the four of them went to the hotel opposite the school for a big meal.

Zhuo Ziwei is not worried about his parents' social skills - after all, his father is the principal and his mother is a high school teacher, and his image outside has always been very good.

The whole lunch was gentle, polite, high-quality and enthusiastic.

"Qi Yan, I heard that your brother is the second in that grade? Your parents are really amazing, they raised two such excellent sons at once."

"You and our family, Ziwei, are going to pass the exam of xbei x together in the future. Help each other and communicate with each other! Next time, bring your brother to dinner together?"

Zhuo Ziwei was not worried about Qi Yan either.

The lively, cheerful and outstanding boy also quickly won the favor of his parents.

"Uncles and aunts, you are so young. Your house is so big and beautiful! There are so many spider plants and swivel chairs! Wow, I have always wanted a bookshelf like this!"

"There are so many books in foreign languages. Uncle is so good. I read the original version! The scholarly family is different."

Anyone can say compliments.

But when Qi Yan touched the rows of foreign books on the bookshelf, the brightness in his eyes was genuine.

Zhuo Ziwei knew that Qi Yan's father was violent and the family was poor, so it was impossible to have such a beautiful room and rich collection of books.

Envy is definitely envy.

……

Fortunately, Qi Yan only said those words when Zhuo Ziwei's parents were present.

He didn't say a word after they left the room.

Zhuo Ziwei was secretly grateful.

And, once again, to confirm seriously - this young man with beautiful eyes is really transparent.

After all, there are ten people in the world, and it is estimated that nine of them will feel that this family is simply too good and happy when they see his parents with him.There is a high probability that the remaining person will be blinded by this perfect family.

Only Qi Yan was not deceived at all.

His whole person naturally has unparalleled sensitivity and intuition.

At a young age, he can keenly capture the subtle dissonance under the seemingly perfect appearance.

Therefore, if anyone wants to deceive and use Qi Yan in the future, it is probably out of the question.

Zhuo Zi secretly sympathized with Qi Yan's father and stepmother, especially his father.

He probably still thinks that children are easy to deceive, they can do whatever they want now, and in the future they can be tricked back to give him a pension, but he doesn't know that he has already overdrawn all his family affection.

But in contrast, who loves such a transparent person...

Probably too miserable.

It is absolutely impossible for such a person to fall in love with someone easily.

……

Zhuo Ziwei loaded Qi Yan with books and a computer, and then accompanied him to the central hospital.

The central hospital is so big, it is said that finding someone is a bit of a needle in a haystack.

The facts proved that Qi Yan and his brother had a strong affinity, and they ran into each other as soon as they reached the second floor.

Cheng Sheng happened to be discharged from the hospital today.

It may be due to illness, but he is a little thinner than last semester, and his complexion is not very good.But that doesn't matter.

After all, he is handsome.

The kind that is cold, rigorous, and full of abstinence.

But the eyes are always very gentle, resulting in a very unique overall temperament, which can always be seen at a glance when people come and go.

"Xiao Yan?"

When he saw Qi Yan suddenly, he obviously couldn't believe it, he was both surprised and happy.

I couldn't help but walked over, couldn't help but stretched out my hand, looking like I wanted to touch the cutest kitten in the world.

I was still carrying a change of clothes and medical records in my hand, and I forgot them all, and dropped them all over the floor.

Zhuo Ziwei: "..."

No wonder.

He remembered the first time he was introduced to Cheng Cheng, when the teenager looked at him, he had a look of complete defense, scrutiny, and unwillingness.

He also remembered that time when he led the rabbit balloon into the dormitory, he was the same, only Qi Yan was the only one in his eyes.

hehe~

Cheng Cheng kept saying that he was fine, and told Qi Yan not to worry.

Zhuo Zi flipped through the medical records that he had picked up.

"The cold worsened and turned into pneumonia. I stayed for a week and took a lot of medicine. This is very serious."

Cheng Sheng hurriedly snatched back the medical records.

Qi Yan frowned, grabbing Cheng Cheng to examine carefully.

Cheng Cheng: "I'm really fine..."

Qi Yan: "Where are the two of them?"

Grasping the point straight to the point, Cheng Cheng's downcast eyes were a little hard to speak.

"them……"

Qi Shengbin and Meng Xinlan were not there because Meng Xinlan had it again.But the doctor said that this time the pregnancy is not good and not optimistic, and the two are now trying to stay in bed to preserve the pregnancy.

Qi Yan was stunned.

Cheng Cheng held him tightly, with a sour expression, as if everything was his fault.

Zhuo Ziwei: "Then what, doctors say that this kind of thing can't be done, and there is a high probability that it can't be saved. It's probably useless to try to save the baby..."

Qi Yan: "How long has it been?"

Cheng Cheng: "It didn't take long, I only found out on the first day of the new year. I didn't deliberately hide it..."

Qi Yan was irritated: "Stupid you! Who cares about them?"

"I'm talking about you! Your mother is going to take care of the baby, so who will take care of you these days? No wonder you lost so much weight all of a sudden, why didn't you call me earlier?"

Cheng Cheng: "I..."

He looked at Qi Yan, the young man was angry, but there was a faint joy in his gray eyes.

It is useless to have a large crowd and people come and go.

Finally, as if he had endured to the limit, he suddenly bowed his body and hugged his little boy as if no one else was there.

"Well, sorry."

Qi Yan didn't care, and continued to get a little angry, pulling Cheng Cheng: "Let's go, let's go home."

"Xiao Yan, you...are you willing to go home?"

Qi Yan yelled at him: "You just got out of the hospital, you have to go home to recuperate! Of course I have to go home and cook for you! Anyway, they're not here!"

"Passing by the vegetable market, let's buy something by the way. What do you want to eat?"

"Rice with peas."

"You have a good idea! Can you digest pea rice? Think of something edible!"

Zhuo Ziwei: "..."

Qi Yan took Cheng Cheng away and completely forgot him where he was.

Very good, there is nothing to say.

He felt that Cheng Sheng should be thankful that Qi Yan hadn't gotten the hang of it——

It's so obvious that he is still willing to treat him as an older brother.

How many years will it take?Qi Yan will grow up quickly, and will understand the sincerity in those eyes that cannot be concealed.

What will happen then?

Qi Yan said that everyone in this world is dead, and it will definitely not be his stepmother's child.

Disaster.Zhuo Zi pinched the center of her eyebrows slightly.

Originally, whoever fell in love with such a transparent boy usually had to shed a layer of skin.With family feuds and homosexuality, Cheng Cheng estimated that there would be no bones left.

It's too hard.

He suddenly found out why it was so difficult for everyone.

Books always like to say that the world of adults is really difficult and complicated.

Can it be more difficult than this?

Will it be more incomprehensible than this?

He really didn't want to believe it—if life was a game, they couldn't beat it as academic masters, how could ordinary people play it?Are you all going to jump off the building?