Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2393 Twelve Birthday

An Si didn't go home during the summer vacation.

Fu Xiluo was less than twelve years old at this time, but there were actually not many things left in his life that he could care about—Ansi could probably be counted as one.

Why didn't she come back during the summer vacation? He also wanted to hear what kind of ghost stories were circulating in An Si's new school.

When Fu Xiluo asked his parents directly, he only got a perfunctory and vague answer, and if he kept asking, they would get angry: "Didn't I tell you everything? What's the use of asking so much? Why don't you see you being so caring about serious things?" ?”

But the reason given by his parents, "An Si didn't study well, so he had to make up lessons during the summer vacation", Fu Xiluo didn't quite believe it.

He observed the words and expressions, and always felt that besides this reason, there was a mystery that he could not solve at all, lurking and dozing, and it seemed that he would suddenly slap another slap in the face.

So Fushiro had to **** up his ears, like the protagonist in a detective novel, trying to figure it out from the minutiae and bits and pieces; it's a pity that his parents stopped mentioning Ansi soon, not to mention that he was in the summer vacation. The schedule here is tighter and busier than when he was in school. As each day passed, he became more and more exhausted and gradually forgot about it.

"It's your birthday next weekend,"

After more than half of the summer vacation, one day, the mother at the dinner table suddenly smiled and said, "I don't have to go to class that day. I have already called to cancel it. How do you want to celebrate your birthday?"

Fu Xiluo raised his head, thought for a while, and realized that next Saturday is indeed his birthday.

He shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter."

Mother was not happy. "You child, why don't you care? Don't you know what you want to do on your own birthday? It doesn't matter if you say something, how can I prepare for you?"

"I said, anything is fine."

"I'm going to be twelve soon, I'm almost an adult, why are you still so ignorant?" Father also frowned, "Your mother wants to celebrate your birthday out of kindness, what's your attitude?"

The mouthful of rice that had just been put into my mouth was like a stone. It was very difficult to swallow, and the esophagus was forcefully stretched, causing a dull pain.

"I don't know," Fushiro didn't let out a sigh, but said in a low voice, "...or, why don't you go to the Qiwi theme park? Many students have been there."

He didn't look up, but he also felt it, and his parents looked at each other.

"Oh, that one, it just opened... It seems that children like to go there." The father said while picking up the phone, "I'll see what's inside."

Fuxiluo gently moved the half piece of steamed chicken on the plate, waiting for his parents' conclusion.

"It's all a mess," the father said, and handed the phone to the mother, asking her to take a look too. "What kind of roller coaster ride... You are already twelve, and you are a middle school student at the beginning of school, and you still think this is interesting? Oh, the tickets are still so expensive."

"But he wants to go—" Mother said halfway, but suddenly stopped, as if she saw a cockroach on the phone screen. "And a haunted house?"

She gave Fushiro a very disapproving look. "There is also a scene based on some fantasy novel... You just want to see this, right? Mom told you all for nothing."

Fu Xiluo chewed slowly, but did not answer.

"Why don't you do this," the father suddenly suggested, "at his age, apart from learning and developing abilities, a healthy body is also very important. What's more, today's children are facing a screen every day, and their eyesight is broken. , as soon as he goes outdoors, he looks like a fool—in my opinion, it’s better to take him to get in touch with nature.”

My mother also became interested, took out her mobile phone, and searched for places near the city on the Internet; the two discussed for a while based on the distance, environment, activities and price, and finally decided to rent a camping place on Changxia Mountain outside the city. house, arranged a hiking route, and ordered dinner at the farmhouse restaurant in the mountains.

"I used to live in a camping house in Changxia Mountain when I was a child," my father said with a smile, "It's so interesting, we boys jumped into the lake after dinner at night—"

"You are not allowed to jump into the lake casually," my mother hurriedly warned, "If you want to swim, you have to tell me in advance, I will find a safe place."

"Yes, I was also taken by an adult at that time," my father added.

"It's just right, go on Saturday morning, stay overnight at night, rest on Sunday morning, and catch up with his cello lessons in the afternoon." Mother said, "You have to order a cake for your birthday, and you have to prepare for the night in advance." things... Hey, look, for your birthday, so many things have been added all at once."

Fushiro found that he just couldn't learn his lesson-or maybe his parents did it on purpose, and he just couldn't help being fooled again and again.

When he reacted, he had already said a word: "Then you don't have to go, I don't want to go to Changxia Mountain."

The two faces of the parents turned around and stared at him together; Fushiro immediately regretted it.

"Look, no matter how much he pays for him, he doesn't take it seriously at all, and even picks on you for what you think is not good. Is Changxiashan not good enough for you?" Father threw a sentence at Fu Xiluo, and once again He turned to his mother and said, "If I dared to do this when I was a child, my father would have crippled me a long time ago!"

Mother's complexion was also not good, but she still patted Father's arm lightly, as if she wanted to suppress the word "beat" again, so as not to let him show up in her home.

"Your attitude really disappoints me," she said with a cold face. "I have been spoiled and spoiled all the way, and I have broken my heart for you. Why can't you be happy with your parents like ordinary children?"

"The point is that you can do whatever you want?" Father continued, "Look at your face... This is a family event for the three of you, and we have worked hard to arrange it for you. What, arranged for revenge?"

"I see, I'll go."

Fuxi Luo originally thought that he would feel wronged as before, but maybe he really grew up and was about to become an adult, and the familiar sourness did not arise, but he just wanted to laugh—not that he thought his parents were ridiculous, It's just that I suddenly felt that the three of them were arguing over a meaningless matter, which was a bit funny in itself.

Where to go, what's the difference?

It can't change his life one bit.

The soft and bright light yellow light illuminates the restaurant into an island of light; more than half of the balanced and nutritious home-cooked dishes have been eaten, and the white space on the plate is moist with oil and dotted with food residues.

He didn't know why he engraved this scene so clearly in his mind.

Fu Xiluo's eyes slowly swept over the table and pushed the chair away. "I'm full," he said quietly, "shall I take the plate away?"

The parents were taken aback, as if they didn't expect him to admit his mistake so quickly; but the mother's face finally showed a bit of relief.

"It looks like it," she said, half a compliment, half a warning. "You don't need to accept it, you go and take a look at the evening class."

Fushiro passed through time numbly, and time flowed numbly through him, both indifferent to each other.

The Saturday that happened to fall on his birthday seemed to sneak up on him without knowing it.

When he slowly pulled himself up from the bed, bent down in a chaotic exhaustion, rubbed his face vigorously, trying to recall today's class schedule, he suddenly remembered that today's schedule had been cancelled.

"Hey, I'm so busy,"

His mother complained from the kitchen when he finished washing and went into the living room. "Your breakfast and lunch today, I have to prepare them at home and take them there. The materials sold outside are not good, and there are so many condiments, so I can't eat three meals a day outside."

In addition to preparing his brunch, he also had to pack overnight clothes, toilet utensils, chargers, slippers, fruits for the road... His mother even stuffed a pair of swimming trunks into his bag.

What is the purpose of taking countless miscellaneous and fragmentary things, running to another place in a time-consuming and laborious manner, and coming back with big bags and small bags after one night?

In a few months, he may not even remember what the forest in Changxia Mountain looks like, so what's the point?

Compared with her hustle and bustle running around the room, Fushiro, who celebrated her birthday, seemed particularly calm and calm. He sat and read for a while, when he saw his mother come out of the room, he asked, "Where's Dad?"

"He has to work overtime temporarily today, so he can't go with us." The mother was also very upset, "Really, everything has been arranged, but he won't come at the last moment! I told him, don't try to put anything Push it all to me, don't I usually not go to work, and I have to do everything when I go home..."

She was annoying and messy today. She started complaining and then continued one sentence after another.

Since it is too tiring, why start a family and give birth to yourself?

As if he had heard his question, he couldn't help being startled by his mother's abrupt words—"However, no matter how annoying and tiring, sometimes just looking at you will satisfy me."

When he raised his head, he found that his mother was looking at him softly, even though he didn't play the violin well at the moment, or got high marks in the exam.

Fu Xiluo realized belatedly that the skylight outside the window was shining on half of his body, illuminating his face.

"Who wouldn't be happy to see such a smart and beautiful son growing up day by day? He's twelve years old in a blink of an eye. Time flies too fast. When I realize it next time, maybe you're already in college. graduated…"

For a moment, the mother who refused to imagine the most seemed to be able to imagine Fu Xiluo as a young man in his early twenties involuntarily.

She was immersed in the picture that only she could see, and after a few seconds, she smiled, lowered her head again, continued to pack her things, and said, "So, you have to be more confident, who do you think I am all for?" ?”

Fu Xiluo lowered his eyes and said "hmm".

When he sat in the passenger seat, he thought, parents are such a strange and complicated existence.

You can't love it, you can't hate it, you can't escape it.

I thought that the story of Fuxiluo would be very long, but it turned out that there are only three chapters, and it is almost the end... According to my visual estimation, there will be one or two more chapters at most. The characteristic of his story is that it doesn’t end until the end, and you don’t know what it has to do with the main plot, so I was worried that everyone would not be interested, but I didn’t expect that it seemed to inspire many Dongya’s exclusive PTSD...