Prose "Mother's Teeth"

When I was a child, I was always worried that my mother would get lost or be impersonated. Every time my mother goes out, I stare at the little black spots on her teeth. I look carefully. If my mother gets lost, or someone pretends to be her, I will find this little black spot. When I found this little black spot, I found my mother. That little black spot is a tiny hole between two teeth, which will be exposed when I laugh.

Mom goes to grandma's house once or twice a year. My grandmother's home is only forty or fifty kilometers away from mine, but because it is across provinces, it makes me feel far away. Before my mother went out, I stared at the little black spots on her teeth, trying to remember them completely. If someone else comes back, even if she looks like her mother, I want to see if the little black spots on her teeth are there.

Before Chinese New Year, my mother often went out to sell couplets. For a long time, my family was not well off. In order to subsidize the family, grandpa began to write couplets every autumn, and kept them for his mother to sell at the market before the Spring Festival. There are many markets in Shili Baxiang. My mother has been going out every day for the past ten days. The annual party is always crowded, and it can't occupy a good terrain if you go late; It was almost dawn, and it was already dark when my mother went out in the morning. If I wake up, I will stick my head out of the quilt and look at my mother's teeth and that little black spot. It gets dark early at night, and I get nervous as soon as dusk comes. If I come back later than usual, my sister and I will always take the road west of the village, and my mother will come back from that road. Yes, even at night, I can see clearly that it is my mother, but I will pretend to be careless and shine a flashlight on her teeth. I want to make sure that the little black spot is there.

Many years later, I often think of that little black spot, and my trust in it is so certain and inexplicable. I'm sure I'm the only one who noticed. This is the most reliable and secret evidence to prove that a person is a mother. I really haven't told anyone.

Later, with the growth of age, things changed completely. I always go out to study, work and travel. I am farther and farther away from my village and deeper into the world. I understand that the disappearance, tampering and replacement of a person will not be so accidental and easy, or even ridiculous; But every time I go home and go out, I still have to stare at the black spot, and then my childhood thoughts flashed through my mind: this is indeed my mother. Became a habit.

At the same time, my mother began to worry about my safety and life outside. No matter where I am, she begins to pay attention to the weather and news there, and calls me whenever anything happens. I don't know if she needs black spots on her teeth to confirm a person's identity as she did when she was a child, but what is certain is that her mother is always more worried about her son than her son. I am also sure that my sister and I will occupy almost all her thoughts for the rest of my mother's life.

When I grew up, that little black spot grew up with me. By the time I went to college, black spots had spread all over half my mother's teeth. I no longer need a tooth to identify my mother. I just keep seeing it, and every time I go home, I find it seems to have grown up a little. I told my mom to pull it out or change it. Mom doesn't change, and she doesn't delay eating and drinking. Why should she change? Everything in the rural world seems to be ok, and mother holds this universal outlook on life; I seem to be too. At least when I go back to the countryside, I feel that anything can be done, and I don't have to be too serious. So I see black spots grow up every year, year after year, that's all.

I came home one day two years ago and suddenly found that my mother had changed. I looked at my mother's face: the black spot disappeared and was replaced by a complete tooth. Mom said that this tooth was broken from a black hole and could no longer be used, so she went to the dentist to pull it out and fill a new one. Without black spots, hidden evidence is gone, but it is good to get new ones. It's just that the dentist's skills are not good, and the size and inlay position of teeth are not so coordinated with other teeth. Among many teeth, it is more noticeable than black spots. I said, find a good dentist and change to a better one; Mom, that's the same sentence. It's good. If you don't delay eating and drinking, why change it? If she can do it, she will have to make do with it. Others can make do, but I'm not going to let my mother make do with this tooth. It's really not suitable. I'm thinking, when I stay at home enough, I'll take my mother to the hospital; Since the black spots are gone, you should change a tooth as perfect as the black spots.

Love is in its prime, and shallots make soup.

I went to school in Henan in my sophomore year, and my grades were not good. I'm sure I can't get into a good university. Thinking about the low score in Hubei, I changed my hukou and went to a provincial key school. There is only one day off every month, which is no different from going to jail.

Throughout the middle school period, I only had one photo, and the whole person looked like a collection of solemnity, inferiority and confusion.

As a transfer student, I am introverted and don't know the local dialect, so I naturally have no friends.

At that time, my only "cellmate" was Azhou. It is also the poor English grades that make us good friends.

We bought a set of crazy English in partnership and shouted in the classroom every night after self-study. After the students reported it, they were kicked out of the classroom and continued to shout together on the playground.

I scored 89 points in English in the college entrance examination and he scored 56 points.

At that time, he helped me chase after a girl from the next class, with short hair, funny smile and cute dress.

That summer, I sat near the corridor, and every time I was staring blankly at my desk, I could see her passing by the corridor.

She never looks at me, but I always feel that she walks with a gust of wind, fragrant, lively and playful. I told Zhou the only secret. Zhou said she was small and dark. What do you like about her? When I was a kid, I said you didn't understand. That's love. A few days later, Azhou found that the girl likes the monitor of their class, a tall, thin and handsome guy, and likes playing football. Then we organized a class football match. I played centre-back, and one of them broke the handsome boy's leg.

Zhou and I were both punished.

After writing the review, I wrote a love letter It is strange that a person with such inferiority complex can write a love letter. At the end of the only love letter in my life, I wrote: being liked in the end is a good thing, please don't be afraid. Strange, why did I know at that time that being liked by strangers was a terrible thing? When Azhou sent the love letter to another class, all the boys in their class stood up and thought they were coming to fight.

He proudly pointed to the girl and said, hey, someone said something sweet to you. It's all in the letter! After waiting for a week, I received her reply, with only eight words in total: First, grasp the main contradiction. After the school started that year, some famous schools came to the school to publicize. I saw the girl standing in front of the booth of Zhongnan University of Economics and Law and asked for a long time.

Cai Zhong became my only choice, the first choice, not accepting the transfer. Then, I failed the list. I remember that my mother kept saying behind me that day: we got the score, but we didn't go to the professional line. It's okay. We can repeat it. Don't be silent, boy, say something!

It rained, and Azhou was admitted to a bad school. He asked me to go swimming, but I didn't. We never met again.

I don't know the girl's name, because she is introverted and her confession is rejected, and I dare not ask her any information. Years later, A Zhou got married and invited me to a wedding reception. I said you could ask the girl's name for me. Zhou said, do you remember? Of course I remember.

Zhou and that girl are the hero and heroine in my youth play. And youth, like onion buds that suddenly emerge from the soil after a rainstorm, grows rapidly, then is cut off, made into a bowl of hot soup, and finally becomes a drop of tears. I have also wondered countless times: where is she? What kind of life do you live? Also, what's her name?

I gave her a name: Lin Xiaoyan. Later, in my writing, the hostess's name was Lin Xiaoyan.

Now, I have a resume on my desk.

Liu Huijuan, a native of Hubei, graduated from Zhongnan University of Economics and Law in 2009.

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The person in the photo is her, the girl who looks particularly like Aoi Miyazaki.

I didn't know anything about her before, but now reading her resume is like listening to her talk about the past 10 years.

What a wonderful life!

I love Lin Xiaoyan, not Liu Huijuan.

Hu Jun, because wine begets love, drinks a happy life.

In the third season of "Where is Dad?", the audience loved the five cute babies in the program. Brother Liu Ye once described Hu Jun as a "rough old man". However, in the process of getting along with Hu Jun and his son Kangkang, the audience discovered that this "tough guy" is not only hard-working but also delicate. For Hu Jun's wife, Fang Lu, the audience is even more envious.

When it comes to the tacit understanding between Hu Jun and Fang Lu, it turns out that they are bosom friends. After graduating from Chinese Opera, Hu Jun was assigned to Beijing People's Art Theatre. He worked as a walk-on for several years before he had a chance to become a leading actor. Being the hero, I am naturally curious about the heroine who plays with me. He inquired privately, and it turned out that the heroine was a pool of Chinese operas three years later than him, named Fang Lu.

One day after the rehearsal, Hu Jun invited Fang Lu to dinner. Hu Jun, who likes drinking, couldn't help it: "I want to drink a bottle of beer, can I?" Fang Lu casually said, "Drink, what's the matter!" Hu Jun asked for a bottle of cold beer. Halfway through, Fang Lu said to him, "How about I have a drink with you?" Hu Jun paused, picked up the glass and poured her wine. Fang Lu said, "You drink yours, and I'll have another bottle alone."

That's it. You have a drink for two people and I have a drink. Two hours later, when Hu Jun went to check out, he found that two people had 16 bottles of beer. Hu Jun realized what a thousand cups of bosom friends are. After dinner, Fang Lu stopped a taxi and went back.

At that time, Fang Lu still lived in the dormitory of the unit. The more Hu Jun thinks about it, the more worried he becomes. A drunken girl, in the middle of the night, is too unsafe. He quickly stopped a taxi and rushed to Fang Lu's dormitory. He knocked on the door. He found Fang Lu calmly sitting on the sofa, knitting a sweater and watching TV.

After that, Hu Jun was really impressed by Fang Lu. She was elegant and heavy, and she was really a "strange girl". And Fang Lu's affection for Hu Jun is growing day by day. She found that this disciple not only behaved badly, but also looked like a clown with delicate heart.

One pair of two, two hearts are closer. Hu Junhui will always remember the first time Fang Lu cooked rice noodles for him in the dormitory. Although it is just a simple rice noodle, it is as grand as a party: put the chicken soup in a crock, cover it with chicken oil and put it on the alcohol stove. There are already eight big plates on the table, which are paper-thin pork, cabbage and pork liver ... There is also a bowl of white beard rice noodles in the middle of the sea bowl.

This is the first time that Hu Jun has eaten rice noodles. Before he could react from the visual shock, his nose smelled a kind and strange smell of wine. Fang Lu unexpectedly took out a huge glass wine jar from under the bed, which contained half a jar of bright yellow fruit. Fang Lu said that Yamanashi, a specialty of Yunnan, is most suitable for making spirits, and it doesn't bother you when you are drunk.

Two people crossed the bridge with a can of rice noodles, and each drank more than half a catty of sorbet. 1999 In early 1999, Hu Jun and Fang Lu went to Italy to attend a film festival. When they passed Rome Square, Hu Jun suddenly went to buy a bunch of roses, got down on one knee and proposed to Fang Lu in full view like a knight. Foreigners in the square gave the warmest applause, and Fang Lu quickly agreed. In her words, "I felt so ashamed at that time, so I thought about quickly agreeing to let him get up."

If you encounter problems after marriage, agree on the most direct solution: quarrel if there are contradictions, and the wrong party need not apologize reluctantly. They will cook some dishes in the kitchen, put a bottle of wine on it, invite each other to have dinner together, and tacitly replace those apologies with wine. It happened that in this dialogue, the words of apology became more and more affectionate. At one end of the glass, two people can quickly open their chatterboxes and talk endlessly. In the end, they all completely deviated from the theme, as if eating and drinking for the first time and returning to their first love.

La Muna, the city of disease

Lamuna City is one of the 77-layer disease circles around Gumu City. People here suffer from amnesia. They forgot that they came from Gumu City and thought it was an independent city and named it "Ring City", but over time, they even forgot the name "Ring City". When asked where this place is, they can't answer mew, so people call it "Lamuna" according to their grunts.

The life of Lamuna residents is always full of surprises. From spring to summer, people "suddenly" see swallows flying back from the south every day; From autumn to winter, every day people "suddenly" realize that the swallow seems to have flown away. A person always finds that his yellow cat has a black beard on his right face again and again, and others always sprain their feet on the same inconspicuous step. Parents don't remember their children's birthdays, and children don't remember their own ages. Not only birthdays, but all anniversaries and festivals do not exist in Lamuna. Every winter, the first snow falls, and the whole city has a holiday and carnival. When the second snow falls, it will return to work. Sometimes there is only one day between two snows, so this year, they will have this day off. Here, we should ensure that life is as simple and orderly as possible and use habits to maintain the normal operation of the city. Once it's a little more complicated, people's minds can't keep up.

The politics of Lamuna is the most chaotic. A voter holds a certain political view and is persuaded by another political party. When the real election came, he forgot that he had been persuaded and still voted according to his previous ideas. It is very difficult to really change a Lamuna's thinking. This is a protracted tug-of-war, which requires great patience and perseverance. Although they may suddenly forget the arguments of their opinions, it is surprising that the opinions themselves will not disappear from their minds, but become a castle floating in the air inexplicably, and people are even less able to attack because of the lack of foundation. Therefore, among the 20 greatest reformers in Lamuna history, 17 either became nihilists or committed suicide. Or 16 years old, or 18 years old, or all of them. The historical record of Lamuna is also unreliable.

On other levels, especially pure emotional group memory, Lamuna is easily influenced by others. It is said that one spring, an Anka Kirie man found a business opportunity and came here to sell a whistle made of willow bark, boasting that it was a "childhood relic", but it was sold out. You know, there are no willows in La Mu Na, never, but no one thinks this little contradiction is a big deal. The willow tree may be dead or cut down. Who cares?

Before the arrival of the summer solstice, Anka Kirie people left here, not because there was no bark whistle to sell-as long as he wanted, he could get some gadgets to pretend to be nostalgic toys, and he could make a lot of money, because he found himself infected with Ramona's amnesia, and he began to count, forget things, and was not sure about his wife's name. He left decisively while his mind was still clear.

However, not every foreigner has the truth of Anka Kirie people. Sooner or later, most of them will be assimilated by Mu Na people and forget their way home, and then forget their hometown. They thought they grew up blowing willow bark in this round city.

Lamuna city, a complex city, everything is incredible, and everyone is a mystery. Their dialects are mixed with countless accents, and they have countless names for the gods they believe in.

La Munana, a simple city, has a standard and quiet life. Working meals are provided in a unified way, and you will never get tired of eating them. The TV series that are played in cycles will always be so wonderful.

The city of Lamuna is a mixture of reality and fiction, which is both stubborn and rapidly changing. Tomorrow, it may no longer be called "Lamuna", it may never be called "Lamuna", it may not be round, it may not get sick, and willow trees once surrounded every park and street here. Maybe twenty reformers didn't commit suicide, but were executed. Perhaps the merchant of Anka Kirie did not leave, but became a member of the city of Lamuna, telling the traveler this story that he thought was someone else's, but it was actually his own.

The heart of a good man is a flower.

Mom is a good person, she can't see the pain and suffering of others. When you meet people in trouble, you should lend a helping hand whether you know them or not. Many times, my mother was cheated for helping others. As children, we often persuade our mothers to "learn from their mistakes" and not to "stumble" when doing good deeds. Mother, on the other hand, still goes her own way and does not accept the "lesson" of suffering from doing good deeds. She is still very enthusiastic about people.

"A flower won't lose its fragrance just because others trample it once or twice intentionally or unintentionally?" Whenever we persuade our mother, she will say this to us children.

Mom's words also let us children finally understand that a good heart is a flower, a fragrant flower. Even if it is hurt by others, the wound is still full of pure fragrance.

That kind of sadness is too well hidden to be seen.

Mr numb is a serious man. At most parties, he has a cold and stiff face.

When others joke, no matter how others present tremble with laughter, he just gently raises his mouth, and then the smile disappears. Mr. Numb occasionally tells a joke and tries to blend in, but it always ends with an awkward hehe sound, accompanied by a creepy cold sweat.

For example, once, when we had dinner together in a nice western restaurant, Mr. Numb said with delight while cutting a bloodshot medium-rare steak, "It's really unscientific to watch" The Centipede 2 "recently. In addition to the first person who can absorb nutrition and water, the people behind have to live by eating shit and can't even drink urine, hahaha ... "

There was a strange silence at the scene, only a knife and fork scraped the plate and made a sharp sound.

"The first person can eat, the last person can excrete, and the person in the middle is the most pitiful." Mr. Numbness was suddenly inspired and looked up at everyone. "Hey, if it were you, would you like to eat or excrete?"

Everyone was silent, and the hand that manipulated the knife and fork stopped in the air.

After a long time, a friend said, "Let's eat, hehe, have a good meal." Look, we are eating. "

Everyone is hehe. After Mr. Numb got the answer, he bowed his head and continued to eat contentedly, cutting meat skillfully.

That meal, we paid a high price, in exchange for a night of gastrointestinal discomfort.

Oh, I forgot to introduce you. Mr. numbness is our good friend and a very authoritative brain doctor.

Mr. Numbness has a proud desire to win. Even though he has made great academic achievements, even though we admire him, his attitude towards his friends has always been very gentle, and he has not shown self-satisfaction.

We like him, not only because he has a good personality, but also because everyone wants to have a doctor friend in his circle who scolds Fang Qiu, at least he can register through the back door.

He also likes to gag with us. He said he was glad that we could add color to his bloody days. Although his joke was blunt and horrible, everyone took it lightly.

We always thought that we knew Mr. Numbness well enough and thought that he was a cold-faced comedian who was full of medical theories. The idea continued until Mr. Numbness's mother fell ill and was hospitalized.

In Mr. Numbness's junior year, his parents suddenly divorced by lightning. It is said that Ma Ma has another man outside, so she insists on leaving them, but no one knows the specific reason.

It has been eight years since my mother left, and my mother reappeared in Mr. Numbness's life until his father died the year before last.

Neither Mr. Numb nor his mother said a word about that past. Their relationship has always been very weak and they seldom talk. Mr. Numbness seldom mentions his mother in front of us.

When Ma Ma was ill, it happened to be the busiest time for Mr. Numbness, and I didn't see anyone for several days.

We took our mother through rounds of exams. Unfortunately, the final examination result is advanced brain cancer.

My friend told Mr. Numbness the sad news. His face is as calm as a lake without any waves. After reading the medical record, he simply said, "Arrange the patient to be hospitalized."

We are a little shocked by Mr. Numbness's calmness, but we are used to thinking that he has worked in the hospital for many years. Maybe he is more open-minded than us.

Ma Ma has been admitted to the hospital of Mr. Numbness, and the attending doctor is Mr. Numbness himself.

Several of our friends take turns to go to the hospital to take care of their mother after work. It's not that we are warm-hearted, but that if we don't go, my mother will usually lie alone in the hospital bed.

Once we went to see her, only to find that Ma Ma couldn't move in an infusion bag or bottle, and she had been urinating for an hour.

After her mother was admitted to the hospital, her husband never took care of her in front of the hospital bed. He takes his interns for routine examination, examination and questioning every day, and treats all patients equally. No one knows that Mr. Mama is Mama's son.

My friend tried to persuade me several times, but I was stopped by Ma Ma. Every time she stared at the ceiling with increasingly cloudy eyes and slowly said to us, "Forget it, forget it."

Mom's illness is getting worse and worse. She knew that her time was running out, so every time Mr. Numbness came to the door, she held Mr. Numbness's hand tightly and said nothing, but her eyes were full of sadness and pleading.

We no longer persuade Mr. Numbness, but stay quietly by the bed, always ready to send my mother the last journey.

One stormy afternoon, just in time for Mr. Numbness's operation, Ma Ma waited for him all day, and finally exhausted his last breath and died.

"I'm tired and can't wait. You are all good children, so please ... please tell him I'm sorry and ask him to forgive me ... "

This is the last sentence my mother said before she died.

Looking at the cold and stiff numbness lying in the morgue, Mr. Numbness stood there for a long time, finally covered with a white cloth and turned away.

After that, we haven't seen Mr. Numbness for a long time.

Later, at a dinner party, he appeared again, as before, with a cold and stiff face, a slight smile and a fleeting moment.

After a few cups of yellow soup, Mr. Numbness is a little drunk. This is the first time in these years that we have seen him drunk, with red eyes and blurred eyes.

He staggered to his feet, raised his glass and sat down next to me. He vaguely said to me, "Aurora, I especially want to say thank you. Thank you for standing by my mother's bed on her deathbed. It is my greatest regret in my life that I failed to fulfill my filial piety and sent her the last journey ... "