I didn’t know when I picked up the phone and put it down.
Looking at the family walking away, Chen Mo's eyes were a little lost.
The familiar picture in front of him reminded him of his childhood...
It's also in a park.
A couple walking hand in hand in the park.
The woman is beautiful and delicate, wearing braids and a beautiful floral skirt, and is extremely gentle.
The man is strong and tall, wearing a plainclothes police uniform. One arm in his arms is holding a child. The child is also holding a camera. He looks like a little adult and is pointing the camera at the couple.
He kept gesticulating.
Sometimes he pats his father, and sometimes he pats his mother.
The woman saw the child pretending to be a mature little adult, smiled heartily, and pinched the tip of the child's nose with her slender fingers.
"My little Mo is so cute. Old Chen, I said you shouldn't have named Xiao Mo Chen Mo in the first place. Chen Mo - Silence, look, this child really responded to his name. He didn't even say a word.
."
"Too many words lead to mistakes. Silence is so good. It saves worry, effort and trouble."
Achieving the right silence is a kind of deterrence, a kind of listening and a kind of resilience.
Talk less and listen more, only the right speech will be powerful. Silence can also make people think more, say less things that should not be said, and restrain the impulsive devil, which is a state of calmness and deliberation.
I hope my son can live a more relaxed life in the future. Silence - Chen Mo, that's great."
"Hey, I can't tell you. But my little Mo will definitely become a very powerful person in the future and live a happy and safe life. Xiao Mo, if you become very powerful in the future and some bad people bully your mother, will you protect her?
ah?"
"Well, yes... Xiao Mo can still protect his mother without becoming stronger."
"mua! Your son is so good. Let your mother kiss you. I love you so much!"
"Xiao Mo, what do you want to do when you grow up? Do you want to be a brave and fearless policeman like your father? Do you also want to be a lawyer who supports justice like your mother?"
"I... Xiao Mo wants it too. Xiao Mo also wants to be a hero like you..."
The delicate boy looked up at his father and mother, his light eyes filled with admiration and admiration, as if he had been asked by his mother.
The lowered brows were slightly wrinkled, and the narrow phoenix eyes were filled with a tangled look, as if he was sitting and thinking very seriously. The boy looked at the camera in his hand, and then at his parents. After a while, his eyes brightened slightly.
He raised the camera in his hand and said to his parents in a childish yet firm voice:
"I want to be a photographer in the future! I will take pictures of my parents for a lifetime. I like to take pictures of my father standing tall and tall in military uniform. He is very handsome. I also like the way my mother looks in a suit. She looks so good. I want it all."
take a photo of!"
"Hahaha, my son's ambition is really unique, great! He will be a photographer in the future! Take photos of his parents for a lifetime!"
"Then it's agreed, Xiao Mo, don't forget, from now on, when my mother gets old, she will wait for my big photographer to take beautiful photos of me!"
"good!"
…
The woman's gentle voice still lingers in my ears, and the childish echoes seem to have not been forgotten from my mind.
"fraud."
Chen Mo cursed in a low voice, with no expression on his face, but his voice was slightly hoarse by the cold night wind.
All adults are liars.
They all forgot, but he was the only one who still remembered the original promise.
Sometimes Lao Chen still wonders why he always likes to take photos and takes pictures everywhere with a camera, but Lao Chen also forgets about it.
Needless to say, mom.
It's like the things we have experienced together and the promises we have made, in the end, only you remember this memory.
The people and objects in the painting have long since changed.
Since my father became disabled due to amputation, there has never been a smiling face in the photos.
Memories of those years of twisting and struggling appeared in my mind involuntarily.
My father's self-abasement, the huge blow, and the long-term torture of life after the blow, are enough to destroy any iron-like inhibition in every bit of life.
Heroes are also human beings, and everyone has a fragile side. Time will not always stay at the moment when he generously served for justice. After that time period, the gears of life are still turning. The pain left behind will not be because of the passing of that moment.
And recovery may even take the rest of your life to bear.
For a long time, my father could not accept the pain. He became alcoholic, irritable, worried about gains and losses, and gave up on himself...
What happened in those years was like a spinning vortex, impacting his mind with a dizzy feeling that he didn't want to recall, with stinging pain and uncontrollable sadness.
Those broken and distorted pictures bit by bit shattered the heroic and majestic figure in his mind.
He desperately tried to piece together the fragments that had fallen all over the floor, and finally managed to piece together the warmth he once looked up to.
Domestic violence...mother's disappointment...leaving...mother hugged him tightly before leaving, crying bitterly and soaking his T-shirt with warmth and moisture...
There were too many fragmented memories that he couldn't remember clearly, and he didn't want to recall them anymore.
All he knew was that when he looked back, it seemed as if time had flown by without knowing when, and suddenly he had grown up.
His mother divorced and remarried and started a new family. He originally chose to follow his father, but it has been many years.
Over the years, he is no longer as inspiring as he was when he was a child. He has learned to talk a lot, talk a lot of nonsense, and nag like a bitch.
He kept talking to Lao Chen, coaxing him, and irritating him, in order to make him more lively.
…
"Chen Mo? It's really you, what a coincidence!"
"Bai Yitong?"
A magnetic and soft girl sounded from above, bringing Chen Mo back to his distant thoughts.
Chen Mo looked up and saw a girl looking at him with a surprised look on her face.
She is a very beautiful girl who is stunning at first sight.
This can be seen from the people who pass by and look back frequently.
The girl is in her prime age of seventeen or eighteen, and her childishness has not completely faded from her face. Her smooth and smooth face is as delicate as a doll made of jade. There is a touch of childish baby fat on her cheeks. When she smiles, she looks like a doll.
There are shallow dimples at the corners of the mouth.
The skin exudes a faint fluorescence, like moist jelly, and up close you can clearly see the light cyan color in the thin blood vessels under the skin, making the whole figure look like a jade carving.
The slender and curved willow leaf eyebrows are clean and neat, the eyebrows are like distant mountains with daisies, and the eyes are like the horizontal waves of autumn water. Under the willow leaf eyebrows, a pair of affectionate eyes, the eyebrows are flowing, looking at the posture, just like having all kinds of amorous feelings.
When he is not smiling, his big deer-like eyes are sparkling, filled with water, and extremely agile.