REMIX

I waited for a quarter of an hour in the shade of the trees at the entrance of the bank, with the store's central air conditioner blowing on, forced to listen to three outdated songs, and got into Gong Junye's car, before I let out a breath of physical and mental comfort.

And he skipped work for some reason, with a happy face, as if he was at his disposal, and asked me, what to buy?

I always followed the words: buy a gift for my mother, I don’t know how to choose it myself, I hope to use his intelligence, anyway, he is better than me in dealing with women.

After clarifying this, he took me to a shopping mall that said "can't afford it" on every brick in the door.

In a cosmetics store that I had never set foot in before, surrounded by countless young women's cosmetics and scents, a gorgeous female shopping guide listened to my words and gestures for a long time, still showing a puzzled expression.

It's not as effective as Gong Junye's words.

"Okay, skin care for women in their 30s..."

She stepped on her high heels and ran to the counter, brought a pink box, opened it on the counter in front of us, and showed the bottles and jars inside which were all a virtue for men.

"There just happens to be a suit here, do you want to try it?"

The latter sentence sounds like a joke.We both shook our heads sullenly, "No thanks, help me wrap it up."

"OK." The shopping guide likes cheerful customers like us the most, holding the box with a smile, "What else do you need?"

"Perfume," I said, "could you recommend some men's fragrances."

The shopping guide took the box to the service counter for packing, and took Gong Junye and I to the perfume counter. I looked at the first row of samples and fragrance test cards, and turned to him and asked him, "Can I try it on you. "

He generously aired his neck and wrists, and when I sniffed it after spraying it, he still tried his best to give me a reference, "This smell doesn't suit you."

I didn't say a word, and my attention was firmly attracted by the one currently rubbed on the base of his ear.

"The Thief Rose".

If it weren't for the consideration of the public place, I would have done something indecent.

The smell of patchouli made me feel distracted and hot-headed. When I calmed down and opened the price tag, my eyes turned dark.

My ideological awareness suddenly rushed to a height that was hard to reach in normal times. I gritted my teeth until my cheek hurts. I squeezed the expensive box with one hand and said, "Buy."

Gong Junye was frightened by me.He held me back with that breathtaking fragrance, for fear that I would be possessed by something unclean, "...Baby, let's talk carefully if we have something to say, so don't get overwhelmed."

And I stood straight, unmoved.

"For you," I emphasized again, "for you."

After paying the bill, I stuffed the perfume paper bag into his arms under his slightly dazed gaze.

He laughed me all the way.

"If you want to give me a token of love, just give it. It's a big circle."

On the way back, I bought another bouquet of yellow carnations, not too exaggerated, and I asked the florist to tie them with ribbons of the same color as the gift box.

A certain person was too cheap and good-looking, I turned my head out of the window and refused to talk to him, and he stuck my jaw relentlessly and turned my face away.

"Thank you. I love it."

The car was parked on the side of the road in front of my house, and the evening sky was getting a bit twilight. In the dark car after the engine was turned off, his whispers made people think about it.

"Want to get it all over you."

My scalp exploded, I waved him away with a smirk, pushed the door and got out of the car.

"Wait here for me."

After I finished speaking, I ran home with big bags and small bags.

Xia Jie returned early today. I heard that it was a weekend and there were other arrangements. In the evening, Aunt Lizi and her girlfriends would go to the hot spring villa to spend the night. This would count as a short trip, and they would come back from get off work early to pack their clothes and toiletries.

Hearing me open the door, she jumped up and down from the living room, excited like a little girl preparing to go on a picnic.

"I'm home!"

However, when she saw the gift boxes I piled up on the tea table and the expensive packaging bags, her expression changed instantly.

That kind of happy expression was frozen on her face, freezing extremely quickly, the originally cheerful movements also slowed down, and she stared at me putting down the bouquet in my hand without blinking.

I thought about many expressions she should have, but at this moment, I couldn't understand whether she was stunned or surprised. These two distinct emotions could not be highlighted on her face. Instead, there was a more complicated expression that appeared on her face. Something that hit me in an instant.

She asked me, where did this... come from?

I said, I bought it for you.

She stood a few steps away from me, her hair was covered with dry wind and dust, the shoulder straps of her backpack slipped off and fell to the ground, she was as hasty and confused as a human being, I couldn't see her look like that, but I really had to go I didn’t move anymore, it seemed that it was the grievances that had been hidden for several years, the petty temper I couldn’t use, the coquettishness I didn’t have time to play in the arms of adults, these trivial things snowballed and made me feel difficult, and my legs dangled. Steady, he fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

I called her.

I said Mom, just because I never express it in front of you doesn’t mean I’m not touched, I don’t know how to be grateful, I don’t remember how I chose you, and I don’t remember how you took me away. We have had a hard time these years, but I didn’t Not a single day goes by when I'm glad I'm with you.

You never said that our family was poor, because you were worried that I would feel inferior, that I would not be able to hold my head up in front of others, and you hated boys who lived without backbone and were timid.I can bear anything, but every time I see you reluctant to take an extra bus, I still feel uncomfortable. I am determined to let you live a good life one day in the future, so that you don’t have to give up what you want for me. , But at that time, I was too young and too stupid. I didn't choose to live a safe and self-sufficient life. I was almost cheated by signing a brokerage company, because I was afraid that you would wait too long, and I was afraid that you would not be able to wait for me.

I can't think of anything else, I want to buy you something, I want to make you happy, I guess you will like this, knowing that I can't make up for your youth, no matter how much money you earn, it's useless, I can't afford it all my life... Then pay it For the rest of my life, don't worry, I won't leave you to find my biological parents, I don't want to know who they are at all, you are my mother...

I don't know whether I shed tears when I heard her suppressed sobbing, or she whimpered when she saw me crying. I knelt on the ground and hugged her like a weak tree.

She scolded me while crying, according to her nature, she would never swallow her tears, she lived too proudly and beautifully, even crying with confidence, I am afraid that no one in this world can be worthy of her.

I was pulled up from the ground by her, and I ran to the bathroom to wash my face in embarrassment, washed my face two or three times, and drank another big mouthful of tap water, as if the storm just now hadn't passed me by.

When I got to the door I said to her, I'm out, you have fun.

--come home early.

She turned around from the table, smiled at me with red eyes, turned her head, and put the disbanded carnations into the vase one by one.

This is the first time I send her flowers.