meaning of aurora

"I have a lot of photos and videos of my younger brother in my phone." Zong Guang took out his phone and handed it to Meng Xinzhi: "These are from when I was a child, and these are from now."

Meng Xinzhi took the phone and began to flip: "Wow, he has changed a lot."

"Well, if he doesn't talk or walk now, he looks pretty normal."

"Brother must have worked hard all these years, right?"

"Fortunately, growing up with my younger brother is actually quite healing. The more difficult thing is to accompany my mother who may have an emotional breakdown at any time to see a doctor."

Meng Xinzhi's eyes turned red when she heard that, if her brother hadn't said that she likes the same category, she would definitely give him a big hug.

"In short, let's not talk about it."

"Yeah." Meng Xinzhi changed the subject, "My brother has been abroad for so many years, has there been no girl he likes?"

"I thought I would never ask such a question. During the years we have been apart, I have to look after my mother, take care of my younger brother, and finish my studies. I have no time to like other girls. What about you? You Do you have any boys you like, the ignorant ones are fine."

"No. I think that I may be the kind of person who will never really like anyone in my life. "

"Why do you say that?"

"I have no feelings for anyone. Except..."

"Except what?"

"Except Dad."

"That's right..." Zong Guang didn't know how to answer.

"Brother, don't think too much. What I mean is, I just want to find someone like my father, but there is only one best father in the world. I don't think I will be as lucky as my mother in this life. Someone as perfect as Dad."

"In short, if you really want to find someone like Dad, then I am the most suitable person no matter in terms of genes or appearance."

"Brother, you know I'm not talking about looks."

"I actually want to say that I don't know." Zong Guang paused: "That's it."

"What's wrong brother?"

"If I speak ill of my father in front of you, will you hold grudges against me?"

"Of course not. My father is also your father. How can I hate my brother because of what my brother said about my father? At most, I will explain to my brother why my father did that. I believe that my father is impeccable." of."

"Maybe, it's just for you."

"So, brother cares that I robbed father of his love for the child, doesn't he?"

"No, that's it. Since I like you, the better Dad treats you, the happier I should be. How can I have a grudge about such a thing. What I want to say is something you don't know. "

"About Dad?"

"Yes. More specifically, about Papa and my Mama."

"Your mother... so it's Ms. Menglan that you really care about?"

"You think too much. In short, I said my mother and your mother to distinguish. I have always liked Ms. Menglan. To be fair, she treats me better than my mother treats me. gone."

"Okay. Then I'll listen to my brother."

"Okay, then brother will instill in you a little common sense related to love."

"Well. Listen." Meng Xinzhi took a bottle of water, wanted to unscrew the cap, and handed it to Zong Guang.

Zong Guang took the water directly, unscrewed it and handed it back to Meng Xinzhi: "How can you let a girl do such a thing?"

"I was afraid that my brother would get thirsty when he told stories. When I was young, I often poured water for my brother to drink."

"The situation is different. If you pour me a glass of water today, I will definitely not refuse." Zong Guang opened another bottle for himself in a coherent manner.

"In short, did Dad tell you that he has a pen pal from Peking University?"

"Ah? No. A pen pal who writes letters? I haven't seen my father write a letter. I wrote to you, and my father said I was classic."

"Dad and your mother are netizens. Before that, he had a pen pal. She was a talented girl from the Chinese Department of Peking University."

"and then?"

"Then you listen to me tell you a story."

Meng Xinzhi looked at Zong Guang and said nothing.

Zongguang's story begins from here:
"I also know that our father is very literary."

"He's well versed in history, he's good at writing poetry, and he can write lyrics."

"It's a pity that Dad had an accident during the college entrance examination and failed to enter the university."

"Even if there was no such accident, with my father's partiality, he probably wouldn't be able to get into a good university."

"By chance, Dad became pen pals with a talented girl from the Chinese Department of Peking University."

"Father may think that my mother burned those letters, but in fact my mother still keeps them."

Meng Xinzhi raised a question at this time: "Brother, what do you mean, when Dad married your mother, he still kept close correspondence with this pen pal?"

"No, it's not. Dad and this pen pal from Peking University chat about ancient poems, dramas, and share movies. There is no letter. It's about Fengyue."

"In that case, isn't it okay? Can't Dad have a pen pal?"

"Zhizhi is right. Dad knew this pen pal before he met my mother."

"That's it, then brother, you continue to talk."

"Okay." Zong Guang continued to tell the story:
"When my dad and my mom got married, this pen pal came over."

"That was the first time she and Dad met."

"She was at the wedding and gave my dad and my mom a poem."

"Congratulations on their marriage."

"During the toast, she jokingly said, if I had known that my pen pal was so handsome, I would have tried my best to become today's bride."

Meng Xinzhi asked again: "Is she serious, or joking?"

"After my father got married, he still kept the habit of writing with pen pals." Zong Guang's story continued:

"In the letter sent by that talented girl later, some said that she was joking."

"It's just that since then, the contents of their correspondence, whether it's poetry or movies, are all kinds of love."

"They still don't talk about themselves, they only talk about common hobbies."

"They corresponded, and they didn't hide it from my mother."

Meng Xinzhi asked Zong Guang: "Isn't this still quite upright?"

"It depends on what angle you look at it from. Anyway, my mother gradually felt that this matter was unacceptable. My mother thought it was cheating, so she quarreled with my father."

Meng Xinzhi asked again: "Dad and his pen pal, have you met since then?"

"Dad didn't meet his pen pal until he divorced my mom."

Before Meng Xinzhi could speak, Zong Guang asked in turn: "Are you still trying to say you're upright?"

"It's really okay."

"That's because she doesn't understand love. In my mother's opinion, mental infidelity is more serious than physical infidelity."

"But, brother, there is still a long way to go between this and cheating. Don't they all write about romance?"

"In short, you are also a talented girl. You may not understand how ordinary and ordinary people feel that they are incompatible with their husbands."

"What talent do I have?"

"Not to mention, your dancing posture alone can shine in the crowd. I have watched the video of your dancing competition, and I am always fascinated by it."

"Why are you talking about me?" Meng Xinzhi never thought that Zong Guang would find her dancing videos to watch, which made her a little embarrassed, so she simply brought the topic back: "So dad and Your mother got divorced because of this, and you think it's dad's fault?"

"No, in short, I don't think it's anyone's fault. It's just that during the years of seeing a psychiatrist, I have more or less understood my mother's behavior. She wasn't so extreme at the beginning. Yes. Step by step, it became what it is now.”

"Brother, aside from the grievances and grievances between her and her father, I don't think she is a competent mother just because of what she did to you. Life is not all about love. No matter how you say it, she can't treat you that way." Unfulfilled love can never be a reason to abandon family affection."

"My mother is really unfair to me. But she is still very good to my brother. So, how should I put it, whether it is family affection or love, it is actually divided into who is right. Dad treats your mother, and treats you My mom, it's not the same thing at all."

"Brother, what do you mean, when my father and my mother got married, they stopped contacting their pen pals?"

"No. I still keep in touch. After my father divorced, he wrote a letter to his pen pal. I don't know what my father wrote. His Peking University pen pal replied in the letter, saying that he never thought that his father would get divorced. He also said that if This matter has something to do with her, and she will feel guilty for the rest of her life. She wrote a long letter with excellent writing skills. She and Dad had no correspondence for a long time. Until Dad met your mother."

"Huh? That is to say, when my father and my mother were together, he also had this pen pal?"

"Yes. That's not what I know from my mother. My father met your mother. When I was not married, I saw the letter that person wrote to my father. "

"Ah? Why is this? I can't understand. If that talented girl likes Dad so much, why doesn't she show up when Dad is single, but when Dad is about to start a family? It was like this the first time, and it was the same for the second time." In this way, it has been many years, right?"

"It's not easy to understand. I guess, that talented woman should also have her own life, or in other words, she is too talented to live like a normal person."

"Brother, what kind of logic is this? When did talent and normal life become either-or?"

"I have also been with my mother and younger brother for these years. After reading a lot of psychology books, I slowly found the answer. That talented girl didn't want to enter Dad's life, she just wanted to have that kind of love but couldn't get it emotions to maintain the inspiration for creation.”

"Ah?" Meng Xinzhi opened her eyes and mouth wide, "Is there really such a person?"

"Yes, such a person is more or less recognized as a performer, and needs to live in TV dramas or dramas every day. When Dad was single, he had too much contact with Dad, and it was inevitable that he would become a mundane daily necessities."

"Brother, you really refreshed my three views."

"The world's great wonders."

"My brother said, when my father and my mother got married, this strange woman appeared again, right?"

"Correct."

"Then how is the relationship between my father and my mother still so good?"

"It has to be said that your mother and my mother are not in the same rank at all. The same thing, in the hands of different people, becomes a different thing. Ms. Menglan has never been with Did you mention this man?"

"No eh."

"Maybe there is really no contact now. We still had it when we were young."

"Brother, Ms. Menglan, it's not that you don't understand, what rank can she have? Even confessing to my father, I helped push forward. If I don't ask if my father can be my father, if I don't ask if you can be my brother , I may have to live with my mother until now."

"Would you like to hear, how did your mother treat this pen pal?"

"Does my brother even know?"

"That's right, Ms. Menglan didn't hide it from me either."

"Then why don't I know?"

"Because you only have dad in your eyes, and you don't care about other things at all."

"Hearing what my brother said, I'm still a bit naughty." Meng Xinzhi asked curiously, "How did my mother treat my father's Peking University pen pal?"

"Your mother read the letter she wrote to her father, and she was astonished. She was deeply impressed by the talented woman's writing. Dad wrote back to her, and your mother also wrote a letter by the way, expressing her admiration and asking Can you also be a pen pal with the talented girl?"

"Huh? Ms. Menglan is writing letters to others?"

"Well, don't talented girls and daddy talk about love affairs? It's the same for Ms. Menglan in the letter. Besides admiration, it's still admiration."

"Is it that easy to defeat a talented woman?"

"No. This talented girl committed suicide in a bar on the day my father and your mother got married."

"Suspected?"

"Yes, it is to write some very high-end and factual words, maybe only Dad can understand."

"and then?"

"Then your mother didn't even get the ID card, and ran all over the bars with your father."

"did you find it?"

"I found it. What do you think Ms. Menglan will do next?"

"My mother must be very angry. She turned around and left, neither of them wanted to talk to each other."

"No, Ms. Menglan comforted the talented girl very carefully for a long time, saying that she was looking forward to the consummation of her idol's love, and happily left her father behind."

"Impossible, this is not the Ms. Menglan I know."

"Then we can get to know each other again. Ms. Menglan is a person who sees love very clearly."

"Transparent? Ms. Menglan is so pampered by her father that she can't take care of herself, how can she still be transparent?"

"That's because Dad enjoys being needed."

"Needed by someone?"

"Yes, my mother is too strong. She can't do what Ms. Menglan does, she can only drive herself crazy."

"Brother, I don't think the person you're talking about is Dad. My brother has been away for too many years..."

"Really? Then have you ever thought about why you asked him if he could be your father and he agreed? "