Fusiro was less than twelve years old at this time, but there were not many things left in his life that could concern him - Ansi could probably be counted as one.
Why didn't she come back during the summer vacation? He also wanted to hear what kind of ghost stories were circulating in Ansi's new school.
When Fushiro asked his parents directly, he only received perfunctory and vague answers. Moreover, if he kept asking, they would be angry: "Didn't I tell you everything? What's the use of asking so much? Why don't you care about serious things so much?"
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But Fusiro didn't quite believe the reason given by his parents, "Ansi didn't study well, so he had to make up lessons during the summer vacation."
He observed the words and expressions, and always felt that besides this reason, there was another mystery that he could not solve. It was lurking, pretending to be asleep, and it seemed that it would suddenly slap him again.
So Fushiro had to prick up his ears and, like the protagonist in a detective novel, try to figure it out from the minutiae and bits and pieces. Unfortunately, his parents soon stopped talking about Ansi, not to mention that he was in the summer vacation.
The schedule in school was tighter and busier than when he was in school. As each day passed, he became more and more exhausted and gradually forgot about it.
"It's your birthday next weekend,"
More than halfway through the summer vacation, one day, my mother at the dinner table suddenly smiled and said, "You don't have to go to class that day. I've already called to cancel. How do you want to celebrate your birthday?"
Fu Xiro raised his head, thought about it, and realized that next Saturday was indeed his birthday.
He shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter."
The mother was not happy. "You kid, why doesn't it matter? Don't you know what you want to do for your own birthday? If you say it doesn't matter, how can I prepare it for you?"
"I said, anything is fine."
"I'm going to be twelve soon. I'm almost an adult. Why are I still so ignorant?" My father also frowned. "Your mother is so kind-hearted that she wants to celebrate your birthday. What's your attitude?"
The mouthful of rice that I just put into my mouth felt like a stone. It was very difficult to swallow it, and my esophagus was forced open, causing a dull pain.
"I don't know," Fusiro didn't sigh, but just whispered: "...Or, how about going to Qiwei Theme Park? Many classmates have been there."
He didn't look up, but he felt that his parents looked at each other.
"Oh, um, it just opened...it seems like children like to go there." The father said, picking up the phone and "Let me see what's inside."
Fusiro gently moved half a piece of steamed chicken on the plate, waiting for his parents' conclusion.
"It's all such a mess," my father said, handing the phone to my mother and asking her to take a look. "What kind of roller coaster are you riding on... You are already twelve years old and you are a middle school student at the beginning of school. Do you still think this is interesting? Oh,
Tickets are still so expensive.”
"But he wants to go-" The mother stopped mid-sentence, as if she saw a cockroach on the screen of her mobile phone. "And there is a haunted house?"
She glanced at Fushiro with great disapproval. "There is also a scene based on some fantasy novel... You just want to see this, right? Mom told you in vain."
Fu Xilao chewed slowly and did not answer.
"How about this," his father suddenly suggested. "At his current age, in addition to learning and cultivating abilities, a healthy body is also very important. What's more, today's children have to face a screen every day, and their eyes are damaged.
, he acts like a fool whenever he goes outdoors - I think it’s better to take him to get in touch with nature.”
The mother became more interested and took out her mobile phone to search for places near the city on the Internet. The two discussed for a while based on the distance, environment, activities and price, and finally decided to rent a camping room on Changxia Mountain outside the city.
We stayed in our house, arranged a hiking route, and made dinner reservations at a farm restaurant in the mountains.
"I stayed in a camping house in Changxia Mountain when I was a kid," my father said with a smile. "It was really interesting. We kids would jump into the lake after dinner in the evening -"
"You are not allowed to jump into the lake casually," my mother warned hastily. "If you want to swim, you must tell me in advance and I will find a safe place."
"Yes, I was accompanied by an adult at that time," the father added.
"Just in time, I'll go on Saturday morning, stay one night, rest on Sunday morning, and catch up with his cello class in the afternoon." My mother said, "I have to order a cake for my birthday, and I have to prepare for the night in advance.
Things... Oh, look, there are so many things to do in order to celebrate your birthday."
Fusiro found that he just couldn't seem to learn the lesson - or maybe his parents did it on purpose, and he just couldn't help being fooled again and again.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already spoken: "You don't have to go, then. I don't want to go to Changxia Mountain."
The two faces of his parents turned around and stared at him; Fu Xiluo immediately regretted it.
"Look, no matter how much you pay for him, he doesn't take it seriously at all, and he still picks on you to find out what you didn't do well. Is Changxia Mountain not worthy of you?" His father threw something at Fu Xiluo, and again
He turned to his mother and said, "If I had dared to do this when I was a child, my father would have beaten me to a limp!"
My mother didn't look well either, but she still patted my father's arm lightly, as if she wanted to suppress the word "beat" again to prevent it from showing up in her home.
"Your attitude really disappoints me," she said with a cold face, "I have been spoiled and spoiled all the way, and I have worried so much about you. Why can't you be happy with your parents like ordinary children?"
"Is the point important that you can do whatever you want?" The father continued, "Look at your face... This is an event for a family of three. We have worked hard to arrange it for you. Why, have we arranged for revenge?"
"I understand, I'll go."
Fusiro thought he would feel aggrieved as before, but maybe it was because he had really grown up and was about to become an adult. The familiar sour feeling did not arise, but he just wanted to laugh - not because he thought his parents were ridiculous.
, I just suddenly felt that it was a bit funny for three people to argue about something that was meaningless.
Where to go, what difference does it make?
It doesn't change his life one bit.
The soft and bright light yellow light illuminated the restaurant into an island of light; more than half of the well-balanced and nutritious home-cooked dishes were eaten, and the white space on the dinner plate was shiny with oil and dotted with food residues.
He didn't know why he had this scene so clearly etched in his mind.
Fusiro's eyes slowly swept across the table and pushed away the chair. "I'm full," he said calmly, "Do you need me to collect the plate?"
His parents were stunned, as if they didn't expect him to admit his mistake so quickly. However, his mother's face finally showed some relief.
"This is pretty cool," she said, both as a compliment and as a warning. "You don't have to accept it. You can go and take a look at the evening classes."
Fusila passed through time numbly, and time passed through him numbly. Both of them were indifferent to each other.
It happened to fall on his birthday on Saturday, so I seemed to sneak up on him unknowingly.
When he slowly pulled his body up from the bed, bent down in confusion and exhaustion, rubbed his face vigorously, and tried to recall today's class schedule, he suddenly remembered that today's schedule had been cancelled.
"Hey, I'm so busy,"
After he finished washing and walked into the living room, his mother complained from the kitchen. "I have to prepare your breakfast and lunch at home and take them over. The materials sold outside are not good, and there are so many condiments."
, you can’t eat out three meals a day.”
In addition to preparing his breakfast and lunch, he also had to pack his overnight clothes, toiletries, chargers, slippers, fruits for the road... His mother also stuffed a pair of swimming trunks into his bag.
What is the purpose of carrying countless complicated and fragmented things, running to another place in a time-consuming and labor-intensive manner, and then coming back with large and small bags after one night?
In a few months, he might not even remember what the woods in Changxia Mountain look like. What's the point?
Compared with the bustle and bustle she was running around in the room, Fusiro himself seemed particularly calm and indifferent during his birthday. He sat and read for a while, then saw his mother coming out of the room and asked, "Where's dad?"
"He has to work overtime today and can't come with us." My mother was also very unhappy. "Really, everything has been arranged, but he didn't come at the last moment! I told him, don't think about anything.
You all blame it on me, why don’t I usually go to work? I still have to do everything when I go home..."
She was upset and confused today. She started complaining and continued one sentence after another.
Since it's too tiring, why would you want to start a family and give birth to yourself?
As if he heard his question, his mother's abrupt words made him startled - "However, no matter how troubled or tired I am, sometimes just looking at you makes me satisfied."
When he raised his head, he found that his mother was looking at him softly, even though he was not good at playing the violin or getting high marks in the exam.
Fu Xiluo later realized that the skylight outside the window was shining on half of his body, illuminating his face.
"Who wouldn't be happy to see such a smart and beautiful son growing up day by day? In the blink of an eye, he is twelve years old. Time flies so fast. By the time I realize it next time, maybe you will be in college
graduated……"
For a moment, the mother, who was most reluctant to fantasize, seemed to involuntarily imagine Fusiro as a young man in his early twenties.
She was immersed in the picture that only she could see. After a few seconds, she disappeared from her smile, lowered her head again, continued to pack her things, and said: "So, you have to be more confident. Who do you think I am doing this for?"
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Fu Xiluo lowered his eyes and said "Yeah".
As he sat in the passenger seat, he thought, parents are really strange and complicated beings.
You can't love, you can't hate, you can't escape.
I thought Fusiro's story would be very long, but it turns out that it's only three chapters and it's almost the end... I guess it's probably one or two chapters at most. The characteristic of his stories is that you don't know what the story is until the end.
What does the main plot have to do with it, so I was worried that people wouldn't be interested, but unexpectedly it seemed to inspire a lot of Dongya-specific PTSD...
