1 An earth-shattering event happened in my family

Before the earth-shattering event happened, it was often just like every peaceful day. This is my experience.

That evening, my father opened that night's "Xinmin Evening News" at the table. The mailbox at my house was too small, and every time the postman had to fold the newspaper into a crumpled shape before he could put it in. Every time Dad peeled them off layer by layer, he said, "We must replace the mailbox with a new one tomorrow." But Dad was too lazy, so he didn't do it.

Mom brought out the cooked dishes from the kitchen. What she cooked today was fried pork slices with mushrooms, and the top meat slices were trembling. She said to me: "It will be ready soon. You eat first. If you eat today's mushrooms, you will run faster than a rabbit in your next gym class, because the mushrooms that rabbits eat are not fried in oil."

I never like to eat because I have never felt hungry, but today I am in a hurry and have the table ready. Mom was late cooking dinner today in order to rush to draw the illustrations for "The Red and the Black". And I have to finish my meal before I can watch "Growing Pains" on Educational TV. Now, in addition to Chinese and mathematics textbooks, the American TV series "Growing Pains" is something that all the students in our class know. Like many people, my favorite is the beginning of it, - photos stacked together, a person The babies (babies) have grown up before their eyes, and so have their parents. We all look forward to growing up and not having to suffer in class every day. I love this TV series so much that I also like taking pictures. When I celebrated my birthday, my parents gave me a small point-and-shoot camera. Whenever I have free time, I take some photos by myself. It's just that my technique is not good. The mother in the photo always has no shadow and is very blurry, but the children in the photo are very clear. I was pouring wine for my dad. My dad was a surgeon. He was the kind of guy who would kill people with a knife to feed me and my mom. He always looked so tired when he came home every day and never used his set of keys. He opened the door by himself, but he was impatient to touch the key, and he always knocked on the door with "bang bang". When he walked into the house, he always had a pained look on his face, as if the most naughty king in our class knew that he was going to be scolded by the teacher, so he walked towards the teacher step by step, as if he was afraid of stepping on ants. That kind of look. So he often drinks a little wine at night, and then his face will turn red quickly, and then he will start talking as if he comes alive. He read the evening newspaper very carefully, even reading the missing person notice in the middle, as if someone was missing in his family.

He sat in his special chair (it was a rocking chair), rocked hard, and then told his mother what was in the newspaper. Mom always followed what his father said. As soon as my father said that the real estate advertisements in the newspaper were deceiving, my mother said: "It's only 100 meters away from the subway, or the speed of the largest wings is 100 meters." My mother was often busy drawing something that she hadn't drawn during the day. Finished illustrations, she is a freelance painter, working from home.

There are three cups on the table. Dad’s cup needs to be filled with rice wine, and my cup needs to be filled with Sprite, because I am under 16 years old and cannot drink Coke. Mom said there is something in Coke that will settle on children’s teeth and turn them black. Mom said that girls cannot have black teeth. Women in ancient China all had black teeth, so they always covered their mouths when smiling. Mom often says this, and when Dad hears it, he will say: "Don't talk nonsense." Mom's cup must be filled with Coke, and she loves Coke. The three of us in our family sit in our own chairs and use our own cups for meals every day.

At this moment, I realized that I had mixed up my father’s and mother’s cups. When I reacted, I had already poured a little rice wine on the bottom of my mother’s cup. But its color is really similar to that of Shaoxing rice wine. I know that my mother never eats wine, or even drunk shrimp. But the little bit of wine at the bottom of the cup really didn't look dangerous at all. We ran in gym class that day and my legs were very sore. "Growing Pains" was about to start. If I didn't sit down quickly After eating, I didn’t have time to read the beginning. I borrowed my mother's cup and tasted it. It just tasted a little like wine, and it was not much different from the Chinese medicine in Coke.

Dad shouted loudly from the big rocking chair in the back: "Chen Miaomiao, don't drink Coke secretly, your teeth will turn black."

I was shocked.

When my mother heard this, she also followed up in the kitchen: "Chen Miaomiao, don't drink secretly.

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Children’s souls are not strong enough to be frightened. As soon as they yelled at me, I immediately poured the real Coke in. I was afraid that they would discover my true identity. A small mistake, or something else, I don’t know. Children will do inexplicable things when their parents shout.

My mother’s cup is filled with real Coke. You can't pour the whole cup of Coke, it's too wasteful.

At that time, I thought, I must pay attention next time because I feel guilty, so I put the big Coke bottle next to my mother's cup to prove it. It was all full of cola.

At this time, my mother brought the rice. Since my father started drinking some wine at night, my mother sat on the farthest side of the table from my father to eat. She didn't even like to smell it. The smell of wine.

Mom drank her Coke.

My mother suddenly turned pale, took the first sip of Coke, pushed away from the table and jumped up. It was so big, I looked at my father in panic, and then ejaculated towards me.

Dad also jumped up and caught my mother's body in his arms. Hanging down gently, like the lightest piece of silk, my father took Ma's body and walked to their bedroom. When I turned the corner in the corridor, I saw my mother's legs hanging down like silk clothes blown by the wind. Like that time, it floated up.

Just like the sun crawled out of the clouds and the sunlight lit up and steamed on the ground little by little, my mother's swaying feet turned into little by little. Blue.

I was shocked. I thought it was a science fiction movie, not real, just like "ET".

Originally, I wanted to help my mother. Stop, but I'm afraid. Her soft feet floated again, and the red cloth slippers slipped from her blue, transparent feet and landed in front of me with a bang, as if they accidentally fell off the table. An apple fell down.

I screamed.

I had never heard such a sharp and terrifying sound, and it scared me.

When I screamed in fright, my father had already carried my mother into their bedroom. Under the distant light, I saw that my mother's face had also turned blue, like a blue. The handkerchief was so light, so thin, and so fluttering. Then, I couldn't see clearly, as if it was covered by a blue cloth, and my mother's face disappeared.

My mother's face disappeared.

I didn’t dare to move forward, and I didn’t dare to stay in the living room by myself. The small bowl of rice on my mother’s seat was still steaming a little bit, as if my mother was about to It's like it will come out. I pulled my dad's clothes and leaned against my dad's back. My heart seemed to be itching, and it kept trembling. I saw my mother's hands, they were still the same as before. The seed is long and thin, but now it is blue. I hold it tightly and it is covered with small blue wrinkles. It slowly loosens it with my scream and stretches out a finger. , shook it gently.

"Don't be afraid, Chen Miaomiao, she is the mother. "Dad then freed up his hands and hugged me. Dad's hands were so cold and wet with sweat. Only then did I know what cold sweat was, which was the kind of ice-water-like sweat in Dad's hands.

"What happened to her? ”

“She must have drunk alcohol, she cannot drink. "Dad said.

"Is she drunk? I asked, "Send mom to the hospital quickly." ”

I remembered that the teacher in the health class told us that the number of the emergency center is 120.

Dad turned around, hugged me, looked at me, and I waited for a long time and said, "Chen Miaomiao, don't be afraid. You have seen the secret of our family. Don't tell anyone. Dad tells you that your mother is not a real person." "

I don't understand. Mom is not a human being. What is that?

"It is a kind of person other than real human beings. Our world is very big. "

What does that mean? Looking at Dad's struggling look, he seems to be ashamed to say this.

"You mean, Mom is a ghost? ”

I think of the cartoon about the little ghost Gaspar that is played in the children’s program at noon every summer vacation. But it is an animated story. The little ghost lives in a big forest and lives with a large group of friends. Animals that speak human language can be seen to be fake at first glance. But I am a real child who goes to the primary school attached to Shanghai No. 1 Normal University and makes smelly garlic farts. It is different. I am real! But I also saw ghosts.

"It's not another thing." Dad immediately corrected me and said, "Another kind of person." Then he hugged my hand tightly and comforted me with a little sadness, " Don't be afraid, she won't harm you, she's not the ghost you said."

"What is that?" I asked.

“They are people who belong to another space. Our world is like a bee’s nest, with many holes inhabited by different people. Mom is a person who lives in another hole. They are not Harm people. Do you think your mother has harmed people?”

“It looks like a human being!” I remembered my mother’s usual appearance.

"But it's not a real person. Look -" Dad pointed at mother. The wind brought by his sleeves could make her shake for a long time. Dad quickly went over and closed the doors and windows tightly, fearing that the wind would blow mom away.

She was so light, but fortunately the quilt pressed her heavily, making her look like a hydrogen balloon being held down. The balloon smelled like rubber, but she smelled very strongly of rice wine. This is really strange, she didn't even drink a sip, just a little bit. Apparently, she doesn't know how to eat people, unlike the real ghosts in the books. How could she eat people? A gust of wind could blow her away.

I made a big mistake, but fortunately my father didn’t have the heart to investigate.

Dad said that the alcohol in the wine is what it fears most, and it will return to its true form when touched.

In my parents’ bedroom with the doors and windows closed, there was a cold air that I had never felt before, like the watery cold air that comes out after the refrigerator door is opened. That's the smell from mom's bed. When you smell it carefully, you can smell a sweet fishy smell inside, which makes me want to spit it out. Mom is like a piece of ice.

Dad’s body is very warm, and his belly is soft, letting me lean against him, and he holds my hand.

"Am I born from it?" I asked.

"Yes." Dad said.

"Am I a person, or am I a blue person?" I asked. When I asked, I felt scared. What would I do if I were the same as my mother?

Dad said: "Thank God, you are a real child."

Dad looked at me. Dad’s eyes were dilated behind the glasses, so big, with such big black eyes, looking straight at me, as if there were many secrets, some terrible secrets, that were about to be revealed. I didn't notice it before, but today I wanted to see if he was lying to me, so I looked at him carefully. The big eyes behind the glasses made me scared. What if Dad isn't a real person either? He knows everything, but if I don't ask, he won't say anything. How can I know that he is not a blue man?

I screamed and bounced off my father. I couldn’t stand firm and fell towards my mother’s bed. I was pressed on my mother’s body, but I didn’t seem to have any teeth. My body hit the bed board, and I heard a very thin moan coming from my mother's quilt, like the weak and sad cry of a kitten.

There was a biting cold air and a fishy smell. It was really fishy. I also smelled the fishy smell coming from the earth when I was killing an earthworm with Li Yuchen.

I jumped up and rushed out the door.

There is a big black shadow coming up from behind! It's dad.

I screamed, louder and shriller than a firetruck. But dad hugged me from behind. Dad's body was really warm, and there was a kind of warmth. Dad defended loudly amidst my screams: "I'm not a blue person, I'm not a blue person. You and I are both the same people, real people." "

When we came to the living room, I remembered that my father said that blue people cannot touch wine, so I lit the bottle and said to my father: "Drink, and you will be able to prove that you are true."< /p>

Dad took the wine bottle and drank it. Immediately, Dad’s face turned red, Dad’s forehead turned red, and Dad’s neck turned red. His hands were still warm, and his feet were also heavy. Dad Not Blue Man, really. At this time, I remembered that my father had been drinking rice wine every night since I was sensible.

I also want to drink, and I also want to prove that I am a real person, even though I am a child of my mother. But what if I change?

Dad put the wine bottle to my mouth and said: "You drink too, don't be afraid. You just touched it, so you have to drink more."

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Yellow wine is bitter and spicy, like cough medicine with pepper water. I took a small sip, and it was like a small fire, burning brightly in my stomach. My eyes It swelled up immediately and I couldn't see clearly. Is it blue? Is it blue? I raised my hand under the lamp on the long table. Through the light, my hand was golden and I could see inside. Thin and long bones.

After taking another sip of wine, my whole body felt hot, even the inside of my head.

I lifted up my clothes and found my stomach. It’s very white under the lamp, not blue at all.

“Am I blue? "I asked Dad.

"No, Chen Miaomiao. "Dad said.

But why is my mother blue? How can that blue blob be my mother? I feel really sad. My mother often talks nonsense. A funny person is a good mother who has cold fingers and always warms her hands before touching my body in winter. Where has she gone now? She has become something that scares me.

I cried.

Dad hugged me and said: "Don't cry, don't cry. "

Mom didn't come to our world to eat people, so what does she want to do? She looks no different from us, how strange it is.

Dad said I can ask my mother all the questions myself, and she will be back to normal tomorrow morning.

"So, have you seen your mother like this before? "I asked.

Dad nodded, looking very ashamed: "When mom gave birth to you, she didn't want to go to the hospital because she was afraid of alcohol. "

It's been so many years, my parents have hidden it from me for so many years! I always thought that I was a child like others!

Dad said: "You know why your photo Mom always has no shadow and is very blurry? It's because my mother is not the same person as us, and she has never had a shadow. And for the camera, it is not realistic enough, just like you generally cannot take pictures of very thin clouds. "

Dad looked at me deeply and said, "Why do I want you to know the secret of the family so early? You will be sad. "

"Are you afraid? "My father lives with my mother every day, and they sleep in the same room with the door closed at night.

"I'm afraid. Dad said, "But I can't help it." ”

“Didn’t you say that mom doesn’t eat people? What are you afraid of?” "I always felt that my father was hiding something from me, so I always kept an eye out.

Dad said he was afraid that he would be like Xu Xian.

Yes, my mother is also like a white snake. She is also afraid of alcohol, and her true form will appear when she comes into contact with it. It turns out that the fairy tale is really possible. Will my mother be as kind and capable as the white snake? Can she become invisible? Did she just conjure something up? But Mom always seemed to be afraid of Dad. She would follow him and say whatever he said. One time, Mom said that people who wear glasses have to wear glasses because their eyebrows are too short. Come and lengthen it. Dad said: "Don't talk nonsense. "My mother immediately smiled with shame and stopped talking. My mother has never been as proud as the White Snake Empress.

When I need to urinate, I ask my father to accompany me to the toilet. I have grown up. Dad looked at me awkwardly and turned his head away to look out the window. The sound of my peeing was so loud, I was embarrassed, but I was afraid of being alone. Mom’s red toothbrush cup looked like a big Mexican bird. In front of me, my mother's pink face towel was hanging quietly on the towel rack, but it seemed to be moving quietly, like a huge eyelid about to open. Looking at them, I looked at them. My heart started to itch again, and then I started to tremble again. All of my mother’s things seemed to have become spiritual and would change into something else at any time.

Dad said, “Don’t be afraid. You are my child and I will protect you. ”

I was not completely afraid, but also felt a strange excitement.

Across the living room and corridor, I looked at my mother in the bedroom. She was still blue and couldn’t see. I could see her face clearly and was quietly pressed by her floral quilt, but I felt there was something strange about her, as if she was begging me not to be afraid of her. She was still her original mother, the one who wholeheartedly treated me well. I don’t know how these words got into my head.

I saw her hand full of small blue wrinkles move. I thought of my mother's usual hands. She liked to touch my body very much. I felt a little warm in my heart, just like my mother used to put her hand into my clothes. , touching somewhere on my back.

Then, the blue finger moved, and a slightly flashing blue light flew towards me like a small moth. When it flew in front of me, it stopped. It turned out that it was A small blue embroidered flower is the trademark flower of the French brand "Mengdejiao". I remembered that my mother had always worn clothes of this brand. I grew up watching it.

As soon as I opened my hand, the little flower fell into my hand. It was wet and cold; like a block of ice.

I screamed and threw the flower out of my hand.

Dad couldn’t open his eyes because he drank too much. When he heard me yelling, he jumped up from his chair.

The little blue flower fell on the carpet and turned into a large drop of water stain.

That night, it was my father who stayed with me in my small room, and I slowly fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I seemed to hear someone opening the door of the small storage room. The door was not often opened, so when it was opened, the sound was very loud. I raised my head and saw my father leaning on the edge of my bed, sleeping as if he had passed out. His breath was full of the smell of rice wine. I stuffed my head into my father's back and didn't dare to move. If my mother wanted to eat me, she would have to move my father away first, but moving my father away was not an easy task. Dad smelled of alcohol all over his body, like a big ball of wine dregs.

Before falling asleep, I cursed myself in my heart. I was really a selfish person. Children in ancient times would feed tigers by themselves in order to protect their father, but what about me? It's outrageous.