Into a parallel world

The snow ten years ago was extraordinarily heavy. Every time Song Ci recalled it, he always felt that the snow decades ago was the heaviest in the past 18 years.

The sky was overcast, and the range hood in the kitchen rang for a long time before being turned off by his mother. Song Ci sat at the table and stared at the delicious food, his little heart throbbed, and his big round eyes quickly glanced at the kitchen. She glanced at her and saw that her mother was not ready to come out, her fleshy little hands were trying to reach for a plate of golden spring rolls, but she was within a few minutes' reach, when the phone rang and the plate of spring rolls flew away from her eyes.

"Want to steal something? Hurry up and answer the phone!" Song's mother took the plate away and scolded in feigned anger.Song Ci resentfully withdrew his small hands, rubbed them together reluctantly, glanced at his mother aggrievedly, then ran to the phone with short legs and picked up the phone aggrievedly.

A mechanical female voice came from my ear: "Leave a message on the phone, please reply if you hear it -----" After that, there was a familiar voice, so far away that it was like an ungraspable dream.

"Xiaoci, happy new year!"

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and immediately opened his eyes and shouted eagerly: "Dad, Dad! Dad! Happy New Year, Happy New Year!!" The other end had already beeped and then there was no sound, but he didn't care about it when he was young. Many, still kept calling Dad to the cold phone.A trace of loneliness flashed in Song's mother's eyes at the dining table, and the emotion at this moment finally sank into the heart that had been silent for a long time.She put down the dishes and walked over, took the phone from Song Ci's hand and hung up.

"Mom! Dad hasn't heard my blessing yet!" Song Ci was dissatisfied with his mother's behavior. He wanted to talk to his father on the phone, only a few times a year. He missed his father so much. But my mother chooses to hang up every time she receives a voice recording.

Song's mother bent down, her callused hand gently followed Song Ci's short short hair, kissed that little face from the side, and gently embraced the eight-year-old child in her arms, lovingly said: "Xiao Ci, be good!" , Dad is pursuing his dream, and he can’t come back after Chinese New Year, mom loves dad and loves you too, so Xiaoci will wait for dad with mom, okay?” After this year, her husband will come back from the snow-capped mountains, and those studies can follow. At the end, they will also live a happy life as a family.The hardships of these years are coming to an end, and she will pass after waiting, but the child's lack of fatherly love makes her feel guilty.

The tears in Song Ci's eyes were suppressed when he heard his mother say this. He stretched out two small arms to wrap around his mother's neck, rubbing his small face against the warm and sweet skin, like a little adult Said the same way: "Without my father, I will always be with my mother, and my mother can treat me as a second father!"

Song's mother obviously couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this, and didn't know how to explain it properly so that the child would not feel disappointed, so she could only smile and pat Song Ci's head in response.The heating in the room was fully turned on, and the little girl in the cradle reached out to grab the flower-shaped warm lamp on the ceiling. Song Ci grasped the little hand that was a circle smaller than himself, and happily teased his sister.Maybe it's not bad for their family to wait in the cold wind for the bright light in the distance to return with warmth.Little he thought so.

Night came early, and it took up most of the day. Every day, the cold wind would blow off the white snow accumulated on the branches. They fell on the snow and made a snow pit. With inexplicable seriousness, he only taught Qiao Ye on the side to see the difference. Qiao Ye poked the fleshy face exposed on the scarf and said, "Hey Xiaoci, why are you staring at Xue like this?"

Song Ci was shocked, staring at Qiao Ye who poked his face, patted his chest and sighed: "Don't scare me, your soul will be poked out by you."

Qiao Ye smiled and put his arms around Song Ci, "Your little soul will be frozen as soon as it comes out of the body, and then it will be roasted with fire!" Song Ci raised his fist as if to hammer it down, Qiao Ye quickly dodged, He ran into the vast snow and made faces at him.Song Ci was relieved, turned around and ran into the room, the landline was lying quietly on the cabinet, his heart was pounding, he approached hesitantly picked up the phone, and dialed the highest admiration in his heart.

There was a busy signal from the other end, not the first time he dialed, but this time, it seemed that something guided him, tempting him to pick up the phone and dial the number, as if someone was waiting for him on the other end, they must have the deepest The fetters or the most similar mood, they are all lonely.So he dialed the number and waited for his father's gentle voice in the long Alice piano music.

The other end was connected, and Song Ci couldn't wait to shout: "Dad, I miss you!" The feeling of wanting to see you became more and more intense in the heavy snow all over the sky. He wanted to know that he really had a father who loved him, not a mother. The most beautiful thing in his mouth is the distance. He wants to prove to the school friends that his father is really doing research in the snow mountain.

Hearing the thoughtful words on the other end, he obviously paused, and then a low-pitched laughter came into his ears, and then the other end said: "Little friend, I'm not your father." Blowing into his ears made him blush all of a sudden.

"Oh... is, is that so, I'm sorry!" Song Cisao blushed and was about to hang up, but the other end hurriedly stopped and said, "Wait a minute, kid."

Song Ci stopped, and asked timidly, "Is there anything else you can do?"

"Your father is my tutor. He is very busy now, but he told me that if you can't do your homework, you can ask me."

Song Ci pursed his lips lightly, and still chose to hang up after being at a loss for a while.

His heart was pounding, like snowflakes falling to the ground, they fell apart with a snap, and the catkins floated in the air, thinking of the phrase "if the catkins are blown up by the wind", this was the first contact between him and Bai Jifeng, which made him feel happy. A memory that he will be extremely shy in recalling from now on.

The wind outside stopped, and the sound of the key opening the door sounded. The first thing that caught the eye was the mother's scarf, and then the feet in boots.Song's mother bent down to change her shoes and stood up when she saw her son standing in front of the telephone. She felt a sudden pain in her heart. She gently put down the vegetables and walked over to hug her small body up to her waist. She said warmly, "The sun just came out outside. The snow won't melt for a while. Mom is cooking now, so why don't Xiaoci go play with Xiaoye?"

Song Ci's eyes flickered, he knew that his mother must be feeling distressed again, his little heart was very guilty, he tilted his head and kissed his mother's face, and ran away quickly, towards Qiao Ye who was waving at him in the snow.

Maybe love doesn't need to be around all the time, because he knows that the person who loves him will return to him even in the ends of the world.Qiao Ye under the sun seems to be covered with golden light. His only good friend is waiting for him to build a snowman together at this moment. His little sister is sleeping soundly in the cradle. His mother is preparing dinner for him in the kitchen. All he has to do is hurry up. Live a happy life, hold fast to the visible happiness, and then try to run forward.