[HP] The Tweed River flows

I lingered at the door of my mother's room, still hesitating whether I should knock on her door.When was the last time you did this?I tried to recall, but found that the memory has been blurred.

"Boom, boom, boom", there were three crisp knocks on the door, polite and even a little stiff.Immediately afterwards, the familiar voice sounded unhurriedly: "Please come in."

I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.

"Helena?" The mother raised her eyebrows, with an unconcealed surprise on her face.

I nodded and stood in front of her a little stiffly.It was a strange feeling, a room that was eerily familiar even after not having visited it in years.

"What's the matter, Helena? Is there something wrong?" Seeing that I didn't speak, my mother spoke first.

"Well..." I faltered, wondering how to make my request without being so abrupt, "Do you know that Syl is getting married soon? Sylvia Smith, my friend."

"Of course," my mother smiled, "I have received the invitation. Unfortunately, I have already made arrangements that day and cannot attend her wedding."

"Then you know I'm her bridesmaid?" I said, biting my lip.

"Oh?" Surprise was like ripples in her eyes, "I really don't know this, I just received an invitation letter. No wonder, you have always been very good friends. I am so happy for you .”

"So I wanted to ask...can I borrow your tiara...to her wedding?" I looked up hopefully, and I knew the answer as soon as I saw my mother's expression.

"Sorry, Helena, my answer is 'no'."

"Please, why not?" Even though I didn't expect much at first, I was very discouraged to hear this simple and direct rejection, "You didn't let me touch your crown when I was a child, but I'm not a child now. .I'm not going to break it." The frustration was obvious, and I couldn't control the annoyance in my voice.

"Did she ask you to do this?"

"No."

"Then why would you need my diadem at her wedding?"

"Just to look more solemn, how many times can a person have the opportunity to be a bridesmaid? Or at my best friend's wedding..." I defended myself in a low voice, but felt that my confidence was getting weaker and weaker.

"But Helena, you shouldn't be wearing a tiara to your best friend's wedding, let alone as a bridesmaid."

"Why? Is it because of some reason that I can't tell me?" I said unwillingly, and a trace of conflict ignited.

My mother glanced at me and didn't answer my question directly. "Why did you wear a diadem to her wedding?"

"I've already said it, I just want to show my importance."

"By wearing a crown?"

"Yes."

"Don't you want to show off?"

Something hit me, but I ignored it.

"No," I said stubbornly, looking at the floor.

"Even so, child, you underestimate the power of a crown," she gave me a worried look, her voice growing a little heavy, "I told you that a crown was never a simple ornament, remember? It has been coveted by too many people, and it has gained too much fame that it should not have. You wear a crown to her wedding, whether as a bridesmaid or a regular guest, it is too dazzling. Standing out is not what a bridesmaid should do The thing is, the only protagonist of the wedding is the bride."

"Okay ok...you're always right," I said resignedly, getting up to leave, but my mother stopped me.

"Helena, did you come to me only for the crown?"

"Yes," I said with my back to her.There was a hint of hope in her tone that made me sick, but it was the truth and I didn't want to make it up.

"Wait a minute, if you need jewelry or something else, I have some others," she pulled me to her dresser and opened the cabinet, as if to make up for the mistake just now.Big and small boxes were revealed, and the number really surprised me.Just looking at the boxes, I know that some of them must be of great value.

As she opened the box, she watched my expression.The dark velvet sets off the gorgeous gemstones, which may not be luxurious, but all of them are exquisite.My mother has a lot of jewelry, but I have never seen her wearing them.

Seeing that I have been indifferent, she couldn't help showing a trace of frustration.

"No one you like?" she said, shaking her wand.Maybe it was a little too much strength, and when I flew out from the boxes inside, I accidentally bumped into a gray wooden box next to it.The box rolled to the floor, the loose clasp snapped open, and a silver thing on a chain fell out.

"What's this?" I said bewilderedly, reaching out to pick it up, but Mother swung it quickly with her wand and snatched it away before I could see it.

"It's nothing," the mother's voice suddenly became cold, and she was completely different from before.

"Can't I see that?"

"No," she said succinctly.

"But that looks like a portrait necklace?"

Mother didn't answer me. "If you don't have anything you like, just take whatever you like, you'll need a decent piece of jewelry." There was a trace of unreasonable sullenness in the restrained voice.

She handed me a box, and I knew it contained a delicate opal necklace, but I didn't take it.

"No need," I said in the same blunt tone, "things that are too eye-catching are not suitable for bridesmaids." Then, I turned and left.

The moment I closed the door, I saw from the corner of my eye that my mother was sitting alone in front of the dressing table, with a dazzling array of jewelry shining brightly, but she was only staring at the old wooden box and was a little absent-minded.