Into a parallel world

From time to time, I think back to the first phone call.

Acquaintance is fate, that phone call is a miracle.He thinks so, if he still followed his original character and ignored other things, would he leave the snow mountain and step into the world?

Bai Jifeng shook his head, leaning against the window to watch the bad weather outside.Today is Song Ci's seventh day of school. At the end of a week, the child who stepped in didn't want to stay by his side all day long, but was more willing to run into the sun, a pair of longer feet stepped on the soft mud and splashed. The green grass clippings faintly convey the message of 'I want to fly high and high'.

Danger, hesitation, anxiety!This is a feeling he has never had before, and he prefers that Song Ci will not grow up, and his height stays at the age of eight, and he will only see him with a pair of clear eyes, and then softly call him uncle.

"Uncle, can you be my father?" This was the request Song Ci still made to him when he came back from school when he was ten years old in front of the sofa.That day, it seemed to be his tenth birthday, the cute candles lit on the cake were shaking, and the big figure of the child was reflected on the wall, with a slightly chubby round face and chubby eyes, and his eyes were full of hope. Refused, the sound of father made him feel that there was more purer relationship between the two, but one thing he wanted most was missing.

"Thank you teacher." This is what Song Ci said to him when he was 17 years old when he helped him solve a problem.Has it gotten to this point?He can't understand human feelings at all, why they suddenly change, without reason, how can he learn these things?He felt that he would never learn knowledge that did not belong to him.

The sense of powerlessness and frustration makes him apathetic and extreme.He began to try to tear off his gentle appearance and install a stern and icy persona for himself, and the result was very successful. Song Ci transformed his eagerness to escape from him into a gradual alienation, and the distance between them went from sawing to freezing in their respective The origin, neither close nor far away.

"Do you intend to go to university for college entrance examination volunteers?" There was only a slight sound from the touch of tableware on the dining table, but he broke the weird atmosphere when he made a sound.

Song Ci took out a napkin to wipe his mouth, his expression was cold, and he said defensively: "We will decide at that time." He didn't want to be tricked again like in high school. He had lived under the wing of this man for ten years since he was a child. All the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys just revolved around this person, too single, too shameful, this is his enemy!

Bai Jifeng's eyes followed the person who disappeared around the corner of the restaurant, his heart was dark and unclear.As an adult, the thoughts in his heart are becoming more and more unpredictable for him. The other party has more opportunities to choose, to do what he wants to do most, maybe to go to a place where he can't find him to fulfill his dream, maybe he will spend a lot of money Years to see each other.

His breathing stopped, he couldn't imagine going on, from the beginning of an inseparable attachment like a gluey relative, to the point where he is walking on thin ice now, where did he start to be hated by the other party?

Didn't it mean that the child will be very obedient after the rebellious period? Why doesn't he feel that Song Ci is very obedient now? Has the rebellious period not passed yet?But no matter what, he has to live with his children, and he can't bear not seeing each other for a day.

On the day when the college entrance examination ended, he was still standing under the big tree outside the examination room like yesterday, under the scorching sun, and the scene was full of anxiously waiting parents, fanning the wind with the leaflets in their hands, trying to drive away the lingering heat.He can't feel this kind of heat, the only person who can make him feel the heat is fighting in the examination room, he is like a snowman who keeps approaching the candlelight, delusional to leave the ice and snow on which he lives, and get closer to the fire that can consume his life.

"Have you decided to volunteer?" He asked again, still with no emotion on his face, as if he was just asking as usual as a parent, but Song Ci was obviously very defensive, and prevaricated by saying that he hadn't thought about it.

Time is passing by, the leaves outside the window grow from buds to green leaves, and finally wither branches and sink into the mud. Everything is passing by with time, except for him. He is still the same as Song Ci ten years ago. When I opened the door, I saw him as young and handsome at the first glance, but there was something else that made him look more calm and charming. Apart from the indifference that had nothing to do with him, there was also a gloomy look in his eyes.

"I have to get out of here, Uncle." This is what the child said to him before the university started, and the huge and heavy luggage beside him suffocated him on his heart.

"I've grown up, so I can only take care of myself, and Jin'er can only be handed over to you." He was so desperate that he could only protect himself, but he was sure that Bai Jifeng would not hurt Jin'er, this was his desperate bargaining chip.

Or choose a farther place without telling him.Bai Jifeng kept silent, the big pendulum clock in the living room was swinging, the deep sound echoed in the room, the sunlight from outside shone in, the green baskets on the window sill were growing just right, the mirrors were flipping light, he took off his glasses, Looking at the child who is already 1.8 meters tall again, "Are you coming back?"

Such a question made him feel pitiful and lonely, and his lonely mood made the daylight even more inseparable, but it was only his inseparable inseparability.Song Ci turned his head away, pursed his lips lightly, tightened his fingers holding the handle of the suitcase, and said, "Maybe." He turned and left.

The door was closed, and the last ray of light was cut off from the door. He finally realized that he was just a displaced creature living in the ice and snow, living by primitive instinct. I will long for the stars and fire to make him as warm as spring.

never mind.Thinking so, Bai Jifeng sat on the sofa and waited for those three words---maybe.From early autumn to mid-winter, snowflakes fell outside, soft as fluff, and the sky was getting darker. He didn't distinguish between day and night, and the child was away, so he didn't have to pretend to eat. His heart went from helplessness to hope, fear, and finally numbness.He didn't remember how long he waited, but judging from the dust on his shoulders, it should have been a while.

That door still hasn't been opened, the child's mother still lives upstairs in this house, and there is a room where the child's younger sister lives, but his A Ci still hasn't opened the door in front of him, he didn't go out However, no light from outside can get in.

Maybe.

This maybe means that the other party may come back, and it also means that the other party may never come back.But he still held on to a little possibility, until the sky outside darkened again, and the small snowflakes turned into big snowflakes, which buried the house deep in the snow, froze the time of the past ten years, and buried the true feelings he had given.He finally returned to the original place.

It turned out that he was waiting for that possibility in this snow mountain.Maybe next moment he'll get another chance to pick up that phone call again.