[Zhongyingmei] If you don't dig a hole, you will die

Since Hetty grew up, she almost never heard any words from her mother that were similar to admitting mistakes.

It's no wonder that Mrs. Brown is a person with extremely high requirements for self-standards, whether in work or in life.

In this way, the possibility of various mistakes and problems that ordinary people often cause due to carelessness is infinitely close to zero;

Even if she did make a mistake, no one dared to point it out to her——

Who will be the one out of ten thousand warriors who go against the current and challenge the endless winter?Only a fool would do that!

Therefore, there have always been people who complained about her education methods. Hetty's biological father also tried to point out this problem before they separated from her, but no one was able to continue this topic. All unspoken words All the words were drowned in Mrs. Brown's too cold eyes.

Ever since Hetty could remember, she had never seen her mother have any emotions similar to softness and warmth, let alone the fact that she was "confessing her mistake" at her bedside right now. I froze on the bed, not knowing what expression and attitude I should show, or what to say in response.

But she froze, her mother did not.Mrs. Brown got up from her chair, came to her bed, helped Hetty to lie down, tucked her quilt carefully but strangely, and whispered: "I had a dream a few days ago, Hetty Dee. Although I know that it is just a dream, it is an illusion caused by the excessive and inexplicable activity of the human cerebral cortex during sleep, and it can be completely ignored. However, it is too real, and now I think about it, I still have a secret feeling shock."

Hetty subconsciously asked, "What dream?"However, when she finished asking this sentence, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in her mind, and she finally connected everything together:

No wonder the other self said with certainty that Mrs. Brown would definitely come to see her.

The relationship between Mrs. Brown and Hetty in this world has not yet reached the level of incompatibility in that world.

Nothing has happened yet, nothing has reached the point of no return.That being the case, what could be more effective and quicker to improve the relationship between them than taking a dose of strong medicine in advance?

She is not the one who even forced her own daughter to death, and pushed all her mistakes to "she is not strong enough to be like this";

She is not the one who has to adopt another child in a hurry after Hetty's death, but still has to use the same education method to prove that she is not wrong and that everything is Hetty's own problem.

Among other things, just looking at the fact that she dropped all the work at hand and flew back to see Hetty because of an overly real dream, one can judge that Mrs. Brown in the two worlds is fundamentally different:

What happened in that world, let alone whether it is possible to happen in this world;

But at least to prevent this in advance, after today's conversation, it will definitely be possible.

In this matter, the only pure beneficiary was Hetty, and the only one who gave her this opportunity and was able to do this was herself.

Mrs. Brown sighed for a long time, and her answer in the next second confirmed this point: "I dreamed that you jumped down and ended your own life."

It had been many years since Hetty had been able to talk to her mother so calmly and intimately. Mrs. Brown even reached out and stroked her black hair that fell on her shoulders lightly, asking: "Over the years, have I really Did it put too much pressure on you?"

Hetty nodded: "Yes. But every time I want to ask you this question, you always answer me with painful words of "this is for your own good".After a long time, I dare not say any more. "

She couldn't get the last word out, so she choked up uncontrollably.However, even if she couldn't finish speaking, Mrs. Brown could deduce with good enough logic what her daughter's unfinished sentence was:

But the less you say it, the more pressure you will accumulate in your heart.

Mrs. Brown lowered her eyes, looked at her hands with crossed fingers, and said in a low voice: "I've just been using my own standards to ask you, Hetty. What I said is true, I really want you to Become someone better than me."

"Hetty, you know, the education I received and the kind of education you see most often are two completely different concepts. I have benefited from this overly strict high-pressure system for so many years, plus In fact, I am good enough. Among people in the same field and in the same age group, almost no one can catch up with me. I subconsciously think that this education system is the best, and I want to pass on the best things to you. "

"But now it seems that even if my purpose is correct, my method is completely wrong, and it even deviates completely."

"It was my fault, Hetty. I will always use this dream as a warning to myself."

They hadn't spoken this peacefully in years, let alone one that went to the heart of their increasingly fractious relationship.

Mrs. Brown looked at her watch again - after all, she was the leader of a whole research team.

If she takes too long a leave of absence, the research progress of the whole group will be affected.Even if I can take a leave of absence to see my daughter this time, I can only stay for less than two days: "You rest first, and before I leave, let's discuss it together. Do you want to make an appointment for us all?" Psychological counseling."

This is Mrs. Brown's usual style that Hetty is familiar with:

If there is any problem, it is necessary to find out the cause vigorously and quickly, and then solve it quickly. If the problem can be solved today, it will never be delayed until tomorrow.

Moreover, she is rigorous in her studies and even stricter in family management, but the advantage of keeping her word is an advantage when fulfilling her promise.

However, when two people disagree, it will become the shortcoming of "not listening to others at all".

So Hetty was not surprised that her mother wanted to make an appointment for the two of them for psychological counseling. She cared more about other things: "After that... can I stay in Gotham?"

Mrs. Brown was up, put on her glasses, and was taking her coat from a nearby hanger.

Hearing Hetty's question, she turned around and nodded slightly to Hetty: "I am a man of my word, Hetty Brown."

"From now on, I will not interfere too much in your life like before. No matter what I said before or what kind of requirements I have made of you. From now on, these things are all invalid, and you can do what you want To do what you want to do, to be who you want to be.”

Mrs. Brown said so, but deep in her eyes, there was still a trace of deep, deep reluctance:

Because of the nature of her work, the number of times she can see her daughter every year can be counted on one hand.

And those emails sent to her mailbox when there is a rare signal are the most recent daily intersection of this blood-linked mother and daughter.

It's just that since she has said all this out of her mouth, she must do what she says. Writing a family letter was originally a concession she made in the quarrel between her and Hetty about "Going to New York or Going to Gotham" , is also the price Hetty paid.

Will she... never receive any letters from Hetty again?

After Mrs. Brown put on her coat, she came to Hetty again and kissed her forehead——

Before this, the farewell between the two has always been just a cold "goodbye". There will never be such a warm and family-filled gesture. No wonder the behavior of the two is quite unfamiliar.

It's just that in this jerky and unskilled farewell kiss, the atmosphere between them became more relaxed than ever before.

Hetty blinked, trying to suppress the sudden soreness in her chest, and then said: "Don't worry, I will still write to you in the future."

Mrs. Brown was silent for a while, and then gently shook Hetty's hand.She is not a person who is good at expressing emotions. Over the years, except for the more and more frequent outbursts of anger when arguing with Hetty, who she sees as "more and more disobedient", no one can learn from her There was nothing else positive and relaxed about the aging but still pleasing face.

However, she finally relaxed the frown that had been slightly frowning at this moment, as if she had let go of some burden, and promised Hetty: "During the vacation, I will come back to see you as much as possible."

It's true that she is very busy at work, but she is definitely not so busy that she doesn't even have time to go home.

It's just that she devoted all her energy to scientific research on weekdays, and felt that her daughter was getting more and more worried. Even if she went back, it would only make the two of them uncomfortable, so she stayed in her for a long time. in the studio.

However, at this moment, Mrs. Brown finally figured it out:

If they have not communicated, or communicated in a way that was destined to cause quarrels before, the problems they will face in the future may not be limited to this point.

Finally, the mother and daughter seemed to have nothing to say.Mrs. Brown bid farewell to leave, and Hetty happily called another self in her mind, wanted to thank her for helping her, and wanted to sincerely thank her for taking care of her for so long—

But no matter how she called her other self, the whole room was empty, her mind was also quiet, and there was no sign of the existence of the second person.

The 17-year-old Hetty Brown, who called herself the "pit-digging life extension system", lost her voice from her world forever.

And Hetty had a very strong premonition in her heart that they would never meet again.

She usually believes in her premonition, but this time she can't accept it at all: because what she lost was her sister, her best friend, her spiritual guide and companion;

In addition, she has died in her own world, and her body has been buried and decayed. If she can't even continue to exist in her own mind now, where will she go?

Hetty suddenly felt something, and quickly walked to her desk and pulled the drawer hard——

What came into view was a drawer full of her own manuscripts.

The things that were once handed over to another self are now neatly sorted and sorted, and they are also arranged in order according to the plot of each independent story.

As long as Hetty still has the idea to write down, all he needs to do is connect all these things together, and he no longer has to rummage through boxes and chests like before.

Hetty was able to be orderly and undisturbed in her life, which was all the result of Mrs. Brown's strict discipline;

But Mrs. Brown had never liked seeing her busy with such things before.So Hetty had no good habits when categorizing manuscripts.Instead, I have developed the ability to hide them anytime, anywhere.

It's just that at the moment, all these things have been sorted and stored, and it's not something she can do at first glance.

Perhaps when she was still crying, when she was still reconciling and saying goodbye to her mother, the other self quietly did the last thing she could do for her.

Then he disappeared without a sound, not knowing if he didn't want to disturb their reconciliation process, or he didn't want to make Hetty sad, or both.

On the topmost piece of paper of all the manuscripts were a few lines of poems that Hetty herself rewrote while practicing handwriting;

And the other Hetty Brown found out this piece of paper when she was packing up her things, and it could be regarded as a farewell:

I am no longer here, I wonder if anyone will remember me.

However, I know very well that no one will listen silently in the windows where I have lived.

Perhaps in the midst of tenderness and tears someone will fondly recall my past.

But don't you grieve, don't dwell on the past.

Because in this world, even without me, there will still be flowers and starlight, sighs and hopes, and the happy laughter of lovers under the dense trees on the street.

If you follow my advice and remember these beauties carefully, I will have no regrets and will go back here.

She stood there blankly until she felt her eye sockets start to ache slightly.

It's just that in the end, Hetty didn't cry out, but with red eyes, she unfolded the paper and hid it in a blank diary along with the obituary from another world. Ben Li.