Waiting for a Sunny Day

Xiao Qing was waiting for the flight at the airport, and her father was going to check in, and her mother was sitting beside her with a serious face.

The weather in August is extremely hot, but the airport lounge is extremely cool. After being so cold as to sneeze three times, coupled with the always cold face of her mother next to her, Xiao Qing only felt that the cold hair on her body was performing a carnival dance.

Another cold air-conditioning breeze blew in, and Xiao Qing couldn't help lowering her head and gently rubbing her naked arms.

The woman next to her was still sitting in a precarious manner, as if she was using the lounge as a meeting room. Xiao Qing glanced at the little coat in her hand and couldn't help smiling. "Mom, let me wear your coat. You don't wear it anyway. Also wasted."

Yue Ling turned his head to look at her, and put a small coat in her hand with a cold face, adding a big white eye.

When she was young, Yue Ling's gaze was still very lethal. Every time she glared at him, Xiao Qing was scared to hide. When there is a table under the table, and when there is no table to hide behind the sofa, when there is no props, I hug Grandpa's thigh and look at her with tears.

In Xiao Qing's impression, the woman who occasionally visits her grandfather's house is like the indifferent and ruthless Her Majesty the Queen in a fairy tale, the kind of "thousands of birds flying in the sky". Every time she was watching, Xiao Qing felt swish all over her body and reflexively wanted to "escape". The child next door sang loudly, "Only mothers are good in the world, children without mothers are like grass", but Xiao Qing hoped that mothers should not come to see me, never come to see me.

Later, as she got older, Xiao Qing finally realized that her mother was such a cold personality. She rarely called Xiao Qing, never went to the kitchen to cook for Xiao Qing, let alone talked with Xiao Qing in a motherly manner. Since she was little, she has had very little contact with her, and Xiao Qing even wondered if she picked it up from the roadside.

Later, I gradually discovered that the person did not care about his daughter, but that he cared in a special way.

For example, on Xiao Qing's birthday, she would give money; on the New Year's Day, she would give red envelopes; every time the school started, she would also send a sum of money for Xiao Qing to purchase school supplies. At first, Xiao Qing always complained, how could she remember the RMB? Later I learned that she had a very good reason for doing this.

From the perspective of the process, remittance saves the cumbersome steps of "think about what to send", "buy after you think about it," "pack it after you buy it," and "deliver it after you wrap it".

In terms of efficiency, it only takes half a minute to send money. Once you log in to online banking, it is efficient and convenient.

From the results, sending money can make my daughter understand three points: First, my mother remembered my birthday and gave me money; second, I can use the money to buy things I like; third, money is not everything. But no money is absolutely impossible.

These were all later heard from her father, Xiao Qing couldn't help laughing and spraying half a glass of water when she heard it. This mother is really quite individual, and Xiao Qing also likes the individual the most. Since then, her impression of her mother has completely changed, not to mention, she even feels more intimate. Although the mother's personality is very different from the gentle mother in the traditional description of "a kind mother's hand and a wandering top", it is essentially the same. They all care about their children, and they all hope their children will live well. It's just that her calm care seems a bit "awkward".

Although I had a lot of complaints to my mother when I was young, now I am leaving, but I feel very sad.

Without her serious face and indifferent gaze, I feel a little bit less chill when sleeping...

Xiao Qing turned her head, just about to say "Mom will take care after I leave" and other sensational words to cultivate mother-daughter feelings, but she was interrupted by her indifferent voice: "Don't you go hiking in this way?"

Xiao Qing looked down at her clothes, and she was indeed a little thinner today and too simple. Blue denim shorts, white T-shirt, mobile phone hanging on the chest, sneakers on the soles of the feet, a small bag wrapped around the waist, and a string of light yellow tassels dangling with the movement. Such a "big hidden in the city" costume is indeed not like the ladies who go abroad to study, but the mountaineering family, or the "cottage version".

Xiao Qing explained with a smile: "This makes it easy to move."

Yue Ling rolled his eyelids and said coldly, "What is convenient for action? Do you want to push the plane?"

Seeing that Xiao Qing still had a thunderous smile and didn't take her words seriously, Yue Ling couldn't help but frown and pointed to the phone on her chest, with a tone of contempt: "How old is it, I still posted on the phone. monkey?"

Xiao Qing smiled and said, "Hip-hop monkey, someone else gave it."

After a moment of silence, Yue Ling turned around and glared at Xiao Qing: "You are twenty-two, why do you have such a tasteless dress? Girls should always learn to dress up when they grow up. I was born when I was twenty-two. is you."

Xiao Qing raised her head with a sincere expression of "learned", "I see, mom, I will pay attention."

Yue Ling glanced at her helplessly, "Now you can wear whatever you want. After you arrive in New York, Jun will come to pick you up. You changed your clothes. Don't make people laugh, do you hear?"

Xiao Qing nodded obediently: "Okay."

It is quite effective to deal with mother with the strategy of soft and strong. The so-called not hitting the smiley person by reaching out, Xiao Qing has been laughing there, and Yue Ling can no longer scold. In fact, last night, my mother gave her a lot of gorgeous ladies, but in the end, Xiao Qing chose this simple and neat "climbing outfit." There are reasons why Xiao Qing doesn't wear the clothes her mother bought. First, she doesn't want to be a rare animal to be watched. Second, the exposed area of ​​the clothes is so large that she looks like a streaking man after wearing them.

Seeing Xiao Qing's dress this morning, Yue Ling stretched his face, his sharp eyes seemed to say that this daughter was not my birth. Indeed, compared to the height of 168, stepping on high heels, wearing a **** dress, wearing a beautiful hair bun, capable and elegant strong woman Yue Ling, Xiao Qing is indeed like a small cottage with the Empress Dowager Cixi.

Just look at the face, the mother and daughter are more like sisters.

Looking at the clothes together, it is the mistress and maid.

It's no wonder that Yue Ling was only in her early twenties when she gave birth to Xiao Qing, and he was good at maintaining and dressing up. He still looks young and beautiful now. Xiao Qing never pays attention to those fashion brands and cosmetics. She is a little house girl. She always pays attention to food, animation, novels and movies. She doesn't know where the new clothing conference is opened, but she always knows which one the first time. The animation has a new show. After washing my face, I wiped Dabao SOD honey. I wore a nightdress printed with rogue rabbits. I love spicy hot pot and lamb skewers on the street. I also love to take my sisters to the pedestrian street. Buy a bunch of 30 yuan to go home and change clothes. When I am bored, I go to the discount malls on Taobao, and occasionally go to online games to be a heroine with a big knife.

Every time I saw Xiao Qing appearing in front of her wearing a "climbing outfit", the expression on Yue Ling's face would be very weird. In the surprised eyes of her feminine friends, she pointed to Xiao Qing stiffly and said: "This ...Is...my...daughter..." There will always be someone next to smile and say, "Your daughter looks like you, with good skin and good figure." Finally, there is a tactful twist, "If you dress up, just It's better."

Because her parents are very busy, Xiao Qing has been fostered by her grandfather since she was a child, so every time her mother complained that she could not dress up, she smiled and said, "The rustic flavor of my body is that I spent too long with my grandfather when I was young. At that time, I wore a small floral quilted jacket on the top and a small pants underneath. Grandpa said I was very beautiful."

With that said, Yue Ling's face would instantly turn black, and he threw down the sentence "whatever you do" and turned to go out.

Xiao Qing looked at her neck as stiff as a white swan, she couldn't help snickering in her heart——

The daughter of Uncle Zhang’s family got married a few days ago, and the girl from Uncle Liu’s family was also forced to go on a blind date. Amid the neat wailing of the female compatriots who were forced to go on a blind date because they did not have a boyfriend, Xiao Qing was very Chosen to graduate school wisely.

She deliberately dressed up as a pure student girl, just to make her parents think that "daughter is still a student, she is early", and to dispel the idea of ​​"daughter grows up, we should consider marriage." If she wears mature and **** clothes all day long, her parents don’t think she is a lonely older young woman, so they are planning to find her in-laws?

It is said that marriage is a tomb, Xiao Qing still wants to live freely for a few more years, who wants to lie in the grave so early.

Xiao Qing's wishful thinking was very loud, but she didn't expect that when she went to New York this time, there was a grave waiting for her, a super large grave tailored for her.

As the saying goes, if you love her, send her to New York, because there is heaven. If you hate her, send her to New York because it is hell. After a long time, Xiao Qing finally understood how much her mother loves and hates herself.