Sister, don't go

Chapter 53

In the early morning, the lush hillside outside the window is shrouded in a layer of mist.I sat up and leaned against the bed, overlooking the rolling hills extending to the far horizon.

The climate in Switzerland is very mild. For the past two weeks, I have been wearing a raincoat every morning, stepping up the bluestone steps up the mountain, and climbing up the steps. If one day I forget to wear a raincoat, my clothes will either be wet with dew on the leaves, or suddenly drenched. Under the bird droppings dirty.Fortunately, Xizi will remind me to wear them, and she also replaced the white sheets, bedspreads, and pillowcases with light green and flowery colors.

She hurriedly pushed the door open again, and before anyone saw her, a joyful voice came in first: "Look, I picked some hibiscus and chrysanthemums. I didn't expect that there were chrysanthemums in Switzerland. I thought it was only us." That's it." Her hair was still stained with dew, she took out the withered roses from the vase, replaced them with new water, picked up the scissors, carefully subtracted the unnecessary branches and leaves of the new bouquet, bunch by bunch, Insert/into a clear glass vase.

"It's so beautiful, have you ever learned how to arrange flowers?" I asked with a smile.The pink hibiscus and the pale white chrysanthemums are arranged in a well-proportioned manner, reflecting each other against the backdrop of the emerald green leaves.It has to be said that the seemingly random movements hide the superb skill of the flower arranger.

"My mother taught me when I was a child. She said that if you want to be a lady, this is a compulsory course for Xizi!" She curled her lips, "I don't want to be a lady, it's too restrictive, and I can't pursue what I want , You see, I still went to China, and then came to Paris, what’s more meaningful...!” She looked at me mischievously, under the thick eyelashes, a pair of eyes flickering, “I also met you.”

I dodged her gaze and answered irrelevant questions, "Your mother must be a very gentle person, right?"

"Well," she smiled, turned her eyes, a trace of disappointment flashed through the moment she lowered her head, she didn't want me to see her bad mood, but I still caught it.

On the second day of my stay in the nursing home, the fifth day after my night with her, she came, carrying two large suitcases, said "I'm coming", and lived in the next room.

I knew she was angry with me, blaming me for being irresponsible, I ran away in a hurry like a mouse crossing the street, without leaving a word.

On the day Williams gave me a vacation, my father cried like a child on the phone again. This is his usual trick, trying to win my sympathy. Yes, he did it. I can never refuse him.I interrupt him, how much?I asked, not wanting to witness his weakness for a moment.He turned his worries into joy, and I knew that my daughter would definitely help me. It was nothing to support you. You have always been my father's pride. Not much, 20.

I pieced things together and called him to warn him that this was the last time.Unexpectedly, this was really the last time. The next day, he learned of his death.How would a gambler who was hunted down all day die?Everyone will know better than me.

I didn't cry, the dazzling sun took my light, and there was darkness above my head.

In my memory, that man has nothing to do except domestic violence and alcoholism.In my dream, I was often awakened by their quarrels. I curled up in the corner of the bed, curled up my knees, and hugged myself tightly. In the dark room, I could only hear my own heavy breathing.An evil thought rushed to my mind, what would it be like if he disappeared.When he really disappeared, I suddenly lost my support, and the whole sky collapsed, then I realized that he and I are inseparable.Zhou Weilan always keeps talking, you are almost carved out of the same mold as your father.

Zhou Weilan rushed from Munich in a hurry, reluctantly left her new home, and forced me into a nursing home in Switzerland.She said, boy, you're a little out of your mind.I just want to yell, it's you that's wrong, it's always been you, but I can't speak.

Xizi was taking pictures of her repaired "work of art", telling interesting stories about her childhood, how she wore punk clothes, ran after rock musicians when her mother couldn't see, how she jumped into the mud to touch lobsters, and returned to her hometown. The family was punished by her mother to stand and not let her eat, how did her father secretly stuff food in her pocket...

While talking, Xizi's eyes unconsciously curved into a beautiful crescent shape, she stared at me blankly, "Sister, your eyes are so gentle."

"Is there?" I used my cool hands to ice my face.As soon as she uses this look, I will unconsciously dodge.Facing her kindness, it is not easy to bear the feeling of guilt.

Once, it was very late, and she wanted to go to bed with me, and I asked Rang to pat the empty space and let her come up.In the middle of the night, she hugged my waist, slowly and tentatively, her right hand reached into the hem of my pajamas.I didn't fall asleep, her breath hit my neck, always reminding me of you, Lin Xia, I couldn't fall asleep at all, holding her hand to stop her further movement.We were deadlocked like this for more than ten minutes, and she finally withdrew her hand and turned her back to me. I felt the bed shaking and there was no sound, but I knew she was crying.I didn't comfort her, I can't take this responsibility, what a good girl she is, I have already dragged her down enough.

"I mean, your mental state is much better," she changed the subject, and I know she didn't mean to say this at first, "Your face turned rosy, thinking of how sister you looked like two weeks ago, I'm even scared. As dead ashes, I always feel that if you don’t pay attention, something will happen to you!"

At this moment, Zhou Weilan suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

"Why are you here?" My face was pulled down, she only appeared on the first day of coming, and then disappeared.

Xizi hurriedly stood up, looked at Zhou Weilan who was carrying a large and small bag at the door, and looked at me with a blank face.

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"My mother." I said to Xizi, Zhou Weilan is too young, it is difficult for people who don't know me to tell whether she and I are mother and daughter or sisters, Xizi must not know what to call her, and dare not call her rashly.

"Hello, Auntie!" Xizi bowed deeply to her with the courtesy to an elder.

Zhou Weilan's face immediately filled with a bright smile, "This child, how polite!" After Xizi said goodbye, Zhou Weilan put down her things, took off her scarf, and walked to my bedside.

"What's your relationship with her?" He asked in a questioning tone.

"You don't need to worry about my relationship with her!" I hate her arrogant appearance.

"You are my daughter, why don't I care?" She looked away from me and adjusted her tone, "Aren't you with a college classmate of yours?"

"Um"

"Then why are you with her again?" Her face became disappointed, "I didn't care about you for so many years, how did you become like this?"

"What did you become? Become like you? Have countless boyfriends?" I raised my voice and said these few words with difficulty, as if I was expressing some great shame.Isn't it a great shame?Wasn't she the one who betrayed Dad?

She couldn't believe I could say that, panted, bent over, and started coughing violently.As soon as I said it, I immediately regretted it. How could I say such a thing?How can I hurt her?She is my only relative!Without father, without Lin Xia... Besides, she is not in good health.

Xizi broke in in time and ended our mutual harm game.

That night, she slept in Xizi's room, and I couldn't predict what kind of chemical reaction would happen when she and I slept together.Never had the habit of sleeping with her since the night she was 9 years old when she was first slapped by her dad.

The next morning, when I came back from my walk, she had packed up her things and was ready to leave.She walked a few steps and looked back at me. I hurriedly lowered my head to do things, not wanting her to see me looking at her.

She held the trolley of the suitcase, her gray windbreaker swayed in the wind, and said lightly:

"If I can't forget, I will chase her back."