When I was eighteen years old, I dreamed of my mother.
She was sewing a baby dress, and the stitches went up and down like a heartbeat. She raised her head and said to me, "Mom misses you so much."
But she has been dead for eighteen years. He is buried in Qingyanshan Cemetery.
I had never met her - only once in a photo.
Grandma named me Qing Ning - Qing means water, and Ning means water turns into ice, which means staying in the world. The fortune teller said that I was born in March, and my horoscope is earthy and watery, so my name must have water in it. Water can nourish the soil, so the soil will not collapse.
The next day, my best friend Wu Mengyu asked me:
"Isn't the braised prawns made by your mother particularly delicious?"
I said my mother passed away when I was born.
She looked at me with a look of pity:
"What are you talking about? Your mother came to school to see you a few days ago."
That night, the woman came.
She looks exactly like my mother.
She said that the hospital made a mistake and someone else died.
She said she got married in another city and had a new family.
She said I have a younger sister named Jiang Qingyu.
"My sister's name is Qing Ning, and my sister's name is Qing Yu. Qing Ning is when water turns into ice and stays; Qing Yu is when water flows out and is taken away. Mom has never forgotten you."
I almost believed it.
Until I saw Wu Mengyu standing behind her, with empty eyes, calling me - "Sister."
At that moment, her name was no longer Wu Mengyu.
Her name is Jiang Qingyu.
The woman stretched out her hand, palm upward, with a gentle smile:
"Go home with mom."
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[Instructions for consumption]
The mother you think is not a mother.
The sister you think is not a sister.
What you thought was warmth is a life-threatening knife.
Limited to seven days.
Don't use the old name, don't open the night door, don't believe in tears.
Survive the seven days, or become it.
——This article was inspired by a very brave friend. Thank you for sharing your story. This story started because of you.
May the road under your feet become brighter and brighter.
May your future life be filled with peace and no waves.
May you also be able to keep all the good things that belong to you - this was the case in the past and even more so in the future.
Intention: There will eventually be a way, wait for the sun to bloom.