Earth-shattering events are often like before every calm day. This is my experience.

That evening, my father opened Xinmin Evening News at the table. My mailbox is so small that every time the postman folds the newspaper, it can be put in. Every time my father peeled them off layer by layer, he said, "You must get a new mailbox tomorrow." But dad is too lazy to do it.

Mother took the cooked food out of the kitchen. Today, my mother made fried pork slices with mushrooms, and the top piece of meat was shaking. She said to me, "It's almost ready. You eat first. After eating today's mushrooms, physical education class will run faster than rabbits next time, because the mushrooms eaten by rabbits are not fried. "

I never like eating, because I never feel hungry, but I'm in a hurry today and the tables are ready. Mom cooked late today, in order to catch up with the red and black illustrations. And you can't watch "Growing Pains" on educational TV until after dinner. Now, in addition to Chinese and math textbooks, the American drama Growing Pains is something that all the students in our class know. Like many people, I like the beginning best. When the photos are stacked together, a person grows up from a baby, even his parents. We are all looking forward to growing up, so that we can not suffer in class every day. I like this TV series very much, and I also like taking pictures. My parents gave me a small broken camera on my birthday. As long as I have time, I will take some photos myself. It's just that my skills are not good. My mother is always without a trace and vague, but my children are very clear.

I am pouring wine for my father. My father is a surgeon, the kind of person who kills his family's stomach with a knife to support me and my mother. He is very tired when he comes home every day. He never opens the door with his own key. He is impatient to touch the keys and always knocks. As soon as he entered the room, his face always looked miserable, as if the most naughty king in our class knew that he was going to be scolded by the teacher and was afraid of stepping on ants step by step. So he often drinks a little wine at night, then his face turns red soon, and then he starts talking as if he were alive. He read the evening paper very carefully, and even read "Looking for You" in the middle, as if someone had lost his family.

He sat in his special chair (it was a rocking chair) and shook it hard. Then he told his mother what happened in the newspaper. My mother always follows my father's advice. When my father said that the real estate advertisement in the newspaper was deceptive, my mother said, "What is only 100 meters from the subway, or the speed of the largest wing is 100 meters?" Mother is often busy drawing some illustrations that have not been finished during the day. She is a freelance painter and works from home.

There are three cups on the table. My father's cup should be yellow wine, and my cup should be sprite, because I 16 years old and can't drink coke. Mom said that something in the coke would deposit on the child's teeth and make them black. Mom says girls can't have black teeth. Women in ancient China had black teeth, so they never smiled while covering their mouths. Mom often says such things, and dad will say, "Don't talk nonsense." Mom's cup should be full of coke. She likes coke. Three people in our family sit in chairs and eat with their own cups every day.

Just then, I found that I had mistaken my father's and mother's cups. By the time I realized it, I had poured a little yellow wine at the bottom of my mother's cup. But its color is really like Shaoxing yellow rice wine. I know my mother never drinks wine or even shrimp. But the little wine at the bottom of the cup really doesn't look dangerous at all. That day, we went running in physical education class, and my legs were sore. Growing pains are about to begin. If I don't sit down and eat quickly, I won't have time to read the beginning. I tasted it through my mother's cup, but it was a little alcoholic, not much different from the traditional Chinese medicine in coke.

Dad shouted in the big rocking chair at the back: "Chen, don't steal coke, your teeth will be black."

Scared me.

Mother heard this and followed her in the kitchen: "Chen Miaomiao, don't steal to drink."

The child's soul is not strong enough to be scared. As soon as they called me, I rushed into the real coke at once. I don't know if they found my real little mistake or something. When parents are drinking loudly, children will do inexplicable things.

Mom's cup is full of real coke, and I can't pour the whole coke. What a waste.

At that time, I thought, I will pay attention next time. Because of my guilty conscience, I specially put a big coke bottle next to my mother's cup to prove that it was full of coke.

At this time, my mother brought the rice. Since my father started drinking at night, my mother has been sitting on the table farthest from my father for dinner. She doesn't even like to smell wine.

Mother drank her coke.

Mother suddenly turned white when she took the first bite of coke, pushed the table open and jumped up. Her eyes widened, she looked at her father in panic, and then she shot me.

Dad jumped up and grabbed mom.

My mother's body hangs gently in my father's arms, like the lightest piece of silk. Dad took mom's body to their bedroom. When I turned the corner in the corridor, I saw my mother's legs hanging down like silk clothes.

Just as the sun climbed out of the cracks in the clouds and the sun shone and steamed on the ground bit by bit, my mother's fluttering feet turned blue bit by bit.

I was stunned. I thought it was a science fiction movie, but it wasn't real, just like real, just like et.

I want to help my mother hold her feet, but I'm afraid. Her soft feet floated up again, and the red slippers slipped from her blue transparent feet and landed in front of me with a bang, like an apple accidentally hitting the table.

I gave a cry.

I have never heard such a harsh and horrible voice. I was frightened by it.

My father had carried my mother into their bedroom when I screamed in fear. Under the distant lamp, I saw my mother's face turn blue, like a blue handkerchief, so light, so thin and so fluttering. Then, I couldn't see clearly. It seemed to be covered by a blue cloth, and my mother's face was gone.

Mother turned into a blue shadow.

I dare not lean forward or stay alone in the living room. The small bowl of rice on my mother's seat is still a little white, as if my mother is coming out soon. I pulled my father's clothes and leaned against his back. My heart seems to itch. It's been shaking. I saw my mother's hand. They are still thin and long, but now they are blue, tightly held and covered with tiny blue wrinkles. They slowly let go in my screams, and stretched out a finger and shook it gently. This is mom's action.

"Don't be afraid, Miao Chenmiao, she is a mother." Dad released his hand and put his arm around me. Dad's hands are so cold that they are wet with sweat. I didn't know what a cold sweat is, that is, the cold sweat in my father's hand.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She must have drunk it and can't drink it." Dad said.

"Is she drunk?" I asked, "Take my mother to the hospital quickly."

I remember the teacher told us in the health class that the telephone number of the emergency center was 120.

Dad turned around, hugged me, looked at me, looked at me for a long time and said, "Don't be afraid, Chen Miao. You saw 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 human. What is that?

"It is a different person from real people. Our world is very big. "

What does that mean? Looking at dad's hard work, it seems that he is ashamed to say this.

"You mean, mom is a ghost?"

I remember the cartoon of Jasper, the kid, on the children's program at noon every summer vacation. But this is an animated story. The little soul lives in the big forest, with a large group of talking animals. You can tell it's fake at first glance. But I am a real child. I study in the primary school affiliated to Shanghai No.1 Normal University, and farting stinks. It's different. I am real! But I saw a ghost.

"Nothing else." Dad immediately corrected me and said, "Another kind of person." Then he held my hand tightly and comforted me a little sadly and said, "Don't be afraid, she won't hurt you. She is not the ghost you said. "

"What's that?" I asked.

"It belongs to another space. Our world is like a beehive, with many holes and different people living in it. Mother lives in another cave. They are harmless. Did you say that your mother hurt anyone? "

"It looks like a human!" I remember my mother at ordinary times.

"But this is not true. Look-"Dad pointed to Mom, and the wind on the sleeve shook her for a long time. Dad hurried over and closed the doors and windows for fear that the wind would blow mom away.

She is so light, thanks to the weight of the quilt, and looks like a hydrogen balloon that has been pinned down. The balloon smells like rubber, but she smells like yellow wine. It's really strange that she didn't even take a sip, just a little. It seems that she can't eat people either, unlike the real ghost written in the book. How can she eat people? A gust of wind can blow her away.

I made a big mistake, but my father was not in the mood to pursue it.

Dad said that the alcohol in the wine is what he fears most, and it will be called the original shape when touched.

In the bedroom where parents' doors and windows are closed, there is a cold chill that I have never felt before, like the chill with water that comes out after the refrigerator opens the door. That's the smell of mom's bed. When I smell it carefully, I can smell a sweet fishy smell inside, which makes me want to vomit. Mom is like a piece of ice.

Dad's body is warm and his stomach is soft. Let me lean on it. He holds my hand.

"I was born of it?" I asked.

"yes." Dad said.

"Am I alone, or am I the kind of melancholy person?" I asked. When I asked, I felt scared. What if my mother and I are the same person?

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

Dad gave me a look. Dad's eyes were magnified behind his glasses, so big, so big black eyes, looking straight at me, as if there were many secrets to tell soon, some terrible secrets. I didn't notice it before, but I looked at him carefully today to see if he was lying to me. The big eyes behind my glasses scare me. What if dad is not a real person? He knows everything, but he won't say anything unless I ask. How do I know he's not blue?

I let out a cry and bounced off my father. I lost my footing and fell on my mother's bed. I lie prone on my mother, but I seem to have no teeth. My body hit the bed board. I heard a thin moan from my mother's quilt, like a weak and desolate cry of a kitten.

The biting cold smells of fish, really fishy. Once when Li Yuchen and I were killing earthworms together, I smelled the fishy smell in the soil.

I jumped up and rushed to the door.

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

I screamed, louder than a fire truck. But dad hugged me from behind. Dad's body is really warm, with a kind of warmth and ambiguity. Dad pleaded loudly in my screams: "I am not a blue man, I am not a blue man, I am a person like you, a real person."

We came to the living room. I remembered that my father said that blue people can't touch wine, so I ordered a bottle and said to my father, "You can't prove that you are real until you drink it."

Dad took the bottle and drank it. Immediately, my face turned red, my forehead turned red, my neck turned red, my hands were still warm, and my feet were heavy. Dad is really not a melancholy person. Then I remembered that my father had been drinking rice wine every night since I was sensible.

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

Dad put the bottle to my mouth and said, "You drink it, too. Don't be afraid. You just touched it. You need to drink more. "

Yellow rice wine is bitter and spicy, like a cough medicine with Chili water. I took a sip and it burned in my stomach like a small fire. My eyes immediately swelled up and I couldn't see clearly. Is it blue? Is it blue? I held my hand in the light of the long table. By the light, my hands are golden, and I can see the thin and long bones inside.

I took another sip of wine, and my whole body burned, even my brain burned.

Lift up my clothes, my stomach is very white under the lamp, not blue at all.

"Am I blue?" I asked dad.

"No, it's Chen Miaomiao." Dad said.

But why is mom blue? How can that blue lump be my mother? It's really hard in my heart. My mother is an interesting person and often talks at sixes and sevens. Her fingers are cold. When she touches my body in winter, she always warms her hands first. Where is she now? She became something that scared me so much.

I cried.

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

Mom didn't come to our world to eat people, so what does she want? She looks no different from us. That's weird.

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

"So, you've seen your mother do this before?" I asked.

Dad nodded and said with shame, "When mom gave birth to you, she didn't go to the hospital because she was afraid of alcohol."

For so many years, my parents have kept it from me for so many years! I always thought I was a child like everyone else!

Dad said, "Do you know why your mother is always vague in your photos?" Because mom is different from us, she has never been a shadow. And for the camera, she is not real enough, just like you can't shoot a thin cloud at ordinary times. "

Dad gave me a deep look and said, "Why did you let you know the secret of your family so early? You will be sad. "

"Are you afraid?" Dad lives with his mother every day, and at night they sleep in a room with the door closed.

"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 feel that my father is hiding something from me, so I have been paying attention.

Dad said he was afraid to be like Xu Xian.

Yes, my mother is as afraid of wine as a white snake. As soon as she touches alcohol, she shows her true colors. It turns out that fairy tales are really possible What can that mother do if she is as kind as a white snake? Will it be invisible? Can you fly? Can you imagine everything you think? But mom always seems to be afraid of dad, and she will follow whatever dad says. Once my mother said that people who wear glasses try to lengthen their eyebrows because their eyebrows are too short. Dad said, "Don't gossip." Mother smiled at once and said nothing in shame. Mother has never been so proud as the White Snake Empress.

I have to pee, so I asked my father to accompany me to the toilet. I have grown up, and my father is too lazy to look at me, so he doesn't look out of the window. I pee really loudly. It's loud. I'm sorry too, but I'm afraid of being alone. Mom's red toothbrush cup is like a big Mexican bird, sneaking around. Mother's pink towel hangs quietly on the towel rack, but it seems to have moved quietly, like a huge eyelid that is about to open. Looking at them, my heart itched again, and then shook again. Everything about my mother seems to have spirituality at once, and it will become something else at any time.

Dad said, "Don't be afraid, you are my child, and I will protect you."

I'm not completely afraid, I have a strange excitement.

Across the living room and corridor, I looked at my mother in the bedroom. She is still blue. She can't see her face clearly. She was quietly pressed by her flower quilt, but I felt that there was something strange about her, as if begging me not to be afraid of her. She is still the original mother, or the mother who devoted herself to me. I don't know how these words got into my mind. I saw her hands with small blue wrinkles moving. I think of my mother's usual hands. She likes touching my body very much. I feel a little warm in my heart, just like my mother put her hand into my clothes and touched my back.

Then, the blue finger moved down, and a slightly flashing little blue flew towards me like a moth. When it flew in front of me, it stopped. It turned out to be a blue embroidered flower, a small flower, with the trademark of a French brand "Dream is charming". I remember that my mother has been wearing this brand of clothes and watched it grow up since childhood.

Hardly had I opened my hand when the little flower fell into mine. The weather is wet and cold; Like a piece of ice.

I let out a scream and threw the flowers in my hand.

Dad can't open his eyes because he drank too much wine. When he heard my words, he jumped up from his chair.

The little blue flower fell on the carpet and became a big drop of water stain.

That night, it was my father who accompanied me in my small room, and I slowly fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I seem to hear someone open the door of the small storage room, but it doesn't open often, so it opens; It's very loud. I looked up and saw my father sleeping beside my bed like a faint. All he exhaled was the smell of yellow rice wine. I buried my head on my father's back and dared not move. If my mom wants to eat me, she has to touch my dad first, but it's not easy to touch my dad. Dad smells like wine, like a mass of distiller's grains.

Before I fell asleep, I scolded myself in my mind. I am really a selfish person. In ancient times, children fed tigers to protect their fathers, and I did! This is too much.