REMIX

I will always remember the scene of Xia Jie squatting at the school gate waiting for me to leave school.She is holding the trousers of old jeans, her hair is messed up like that kind of emotional female rock singer, with that sneering face and heroic squatting posture that has never changed, she stands out from countless middle-aged women with red flowers, willows and green bodies, and becomes A daunting landscape at the gate of our urban elementary school.

Obviously, the night before yesterday, I hid in the alley and cried alone because I didn’t have enough tuition fees. Seeing me walk by, I quickly wiped my face as if nothing had happened. I even unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and rinsed my palms. His eyes looked into the distance disdainfully, and said, it's really hot.

I followed behind and agreed with Pidianpidian.

Women are really fickle animals.

——The next day she squatted on the opposite side of the road to pick me up from school, held my hand and smoked a cigarette at the same time, passed by many pedestrians who looked at her suspiciously, and called me proudly , son hey!

I reluctantly agreed.

Because that group of vulgar fans also includes our menopausal head teacher.Unsurprisingly, she asked me at the first parent meeting, is that you... sister?

Even she was not very confident in her guess, so I broke through in one fell swoop, "It's my mother."

I think every child at that time would be proud of being different. In my opinion, those family backgrounds that are stereotyped and repeated like textbooks never get more attention. Only those who are different from everyone are counted. Served fresh.

But this freshness didn't last for a few days. Amidst the ridicule of the group of children with similar appearance, it emitted an unbearable stench like a spoiled watermelon in summer.

"Summer break."

The fat man who was two heads taller than me poked my shoulder, causing me to back away, leaning against the trash can in the corner of the classroom behind me.

"You were picked from this kind of bucket, right?"

Before the bloodcurdling stench engulfed my body again, I punched him on the jaw, the pain in the phalanx was exchanged for a loud cry, and I wanted to kick him twice without doing anything. It's a pity that we didn't win a favorable opportunity for ourselves, and we were pulled away by the screaming female squad leader and sports committee member.

Even so, I got punched a few times in the chaos and got a nosebleed.

And the reason I did it was just that his ball-like belly looked easy to kick.

I really shouldn't have done this.

My impulsiveness caused Xia Jie to be invited to the school for the second time, and watched helplessly as a group of teachers surrounded her and chanted sutras like eighteen bronze figures in Shaolin Temple.Although the incident, which began with a clear personal attack, was full of maliciousness, it was still dismissed by the teachers as a slapstick between children.

The next day, when the head teacher took me and the fat man's hand to make peace at the class meeting, I squeezed his fleshy hand with strength that no outsider could notice, and said with my lips while smiling, take care of it. your mouth.

I seem to have some sort of terrible gift for just thriving in harsh environments.

Afterwards, I changed my mind and decided to be a well-behaved, well-behaved child in Xia Jie's ideal. Of course, I was purely to reassure her - there is no such thing as my own consciousness, I can only do it for her.I don't want to see this mother who has no blood relationship with me work so hard to support me, but I dare not ask her why, I still dare not.

But then she answered me.

"This weak reason is not enough to make me abandon you," she said. "In this world, those who can be defeated by poverty are cowards. Similarly, because of poverty, they give up their dreams, abandon their children, and become angry and steal. Crying and explaining, 'I was forced', are cowards."

"It can be 'I don't like', 'I don't want to', 'I'm impatient', 'I'm unhappy', but it can't be poor.”

"You remember it for me."

She had a dog's tail grass in her mouth, quit smoking, and threw all the money she saved into the enamel piggy bank on my desk.

She doesn't like to tell me her story, it's more like a disdainful shirk than a deliberate concealment.

"A female college student whose family has unfortunately dropped out of school is lost on the road of life, what's so good about it?" She sneered.

It seems that there is really nothing good to hear.

I had to change the question, "When will you find me a father?"

She was silent for a while, and her voice lowered slightly, "I'm too lazy to look for him, wait until he comes to me."

I was confused, and in layman's terms, it's just a fart.

On the night before the summer was gone, I was sitting in the tub in my shorts and asked her to wash my hair. Before the foam hit my face, she wiped it on the top of my head with her slender but vigorous hands. She was talking, The movement was a bit rough, but I didn't mind it, I was concentrating on playing with the little rubber duck in the water.

Looking up, the steaming steam filled the small bathroom, and I saw the bottles and cans crowded on the window sill, and a piece of the green wall covering in the corner fell off, like a wound in embarrassment.

Outside the window, the children who were playing on the street after school finally dispersed reluctantly after being urged by each other's parents for the third time.

The old TV in the living room played distorted pictures, and today's not-so-rich dinner was placed on the square table.

Dull furniture filled the stuffy little room.

Such is life.

Every day is a different day.Every day is the same day.

When I woke up in the morning, Xia Jie was usually up. I groped the edge of the bed and got up, and fell back into the quilt, listening to the pleasant ping-pong-pong sound in the kitchen, watching her make breakfast for me with the simplest ingredients .She's never snubbed at this point, and all about me is.

I think I'm probably the last bet she bets on this hard-pressed life.