Category: Every Little Thing

他上数学网课我在旁边听见他跟老师打岔，“老师，你有没有英文名字的？”老师说没有，他说，“我给你起一个好不好？我认识几个跟你长的比较像的人都叫Jennifer.”

今天去看了眼科，发现两只眼睛都175度了，还有散光。虽然心里也知道这可能是迟早的事，但是没想到这么严重。猫猫也很难过，在医生那里就快哭出来的样子。出来了他说，“Your office is right across the street right? Let’s go to your office and rest a while before we go home.” 我说why，他说，“I just want to, feeling a bit tired.” 回家他拿了Uno 牌到我房间跟我说，“I want to rest a bit before I do homework. Let’s pretend it didn’t happen and play Uno for a while.” 我说，“What didn’t happen?” 他说，“The doctor’s visit.” 玩了一会儿，去做作业之前，他看到奶奶给他买的太阳能的小沙弥玩具，他悄悄的拜了拜，说保佑我眼睛好起来。我跟他说要做好准备以后要带眼镜了，他又快哭了的样子，说，“Can we wait for a bit?”

晚上睡觉前突然问我，”Why do you look mad?” 我说，”I’m not mad, just worrying about your sight that’s all.” 他说，“Just be positive and look pleasant. If you look mad, I will think I did something wrong and that makes me sad.”我说，“Ok, let’s all be positive! 以后你在家的时候爸爸也不玩游戏了，咱们一起把游戏戒了。”

又为了玩游戏太上瘾跟他发火，我跟他说，“What’s the point of allowing you to play game at all? Give me one reason that’s even remotely good for you!” 我生气地到楼上抽烟，他拿了纸笔和尺子跑上来坐在我对面写。我说你在写什么，他说You’ll see. 弄了半天给我这么个东西，说，Pleeeeeease! 又心软了。

隔了三年半终于又带他回成都去看爷爷奶奶，上次见到爷爷奶奶才刚满6岁。开始还怕他呆久了会觉得无聊，临走的时候跟每个人说，“我一放暑假就回来。” 跟我说，“Chengdu is so fun. except for 三星堆。That place is so boring.” 带他去的路上就充满了疑虑，跟我说，“If it’s only three stars, I’m not sure it’s worth my time.”

小时候每次从成都回到香港都会哭着找奶奶，现在大了，渐渐对人的聚散离合有了更深刻的了解。回到香港的当天晚上不肯吃饭，说，“不是奶奶做的吃不下。”

带他去了都江堰的室内滑雪场，平生第一次滑雪。找了个教练，上午在初级道上学了两个小时，非常喜欢。下午刚把他送进去不久，教练突然不停地打电话给我，我吓了一跳以为他摔着了，赶紧跑进去，结果教练说初级道对他来说已经太容易了，让我去换票买中高级道。教练说，很少见到学得这么快的，两个小时就能上中高级道。我看到刚开始上去的时候还有点害怕，又滑了两个小时已经比较顺了。走的时候捏了两个雪球说要带回去留作纪念。我说你想想可能吗。于是让我拍了张照，然后找了个地方把两团雪埋起来，说下次来看还在不在。回去的车上一直磨我说要再来，本来隔一天就要回香港了，就推迟了机票周一又带他去了一次。第二次还是找了同一个教练，已经从八字学到平行滑法。走的时候依旧依依不舍，我答应冬天带他去真的滑雪场。

全家都阳了。不过猫猫症状比较轻，低烧了两天，也没怎么咳嗽，在家打了五天游戏，转阴了。

Today is Christmas Fair at Maomao’s school. He got the approval from the school to set up a Christmas stall with some of his classmates and he has been excited about it ever since. Didn’t sleep much last night because it was finally happening. There are five of them but the other four kids all got picked for various instrument performances so once the fair started Maomao was left to man the stand by himself. Surprisingly the stall got a lot of traffic and he hit the ground running. In a little over 15 mins he collected well over 100 or so coupons. He did it with a very matter-of-fact demeanour, announced the price to the kids gathered around, took the coupons and handed out the trinkets, and noted the “sale” in his little book. But finding time to shake his head once or twice as if saying what am I gonna do with all this cold hard cash that just won’t stop rolling in. The colourful rubber balls were especially popular, sold like hot cakes.

I stood a few paces off watching him in silence, and the “Last Christmas” blasting through the megaphone seemed to melt away and this Mozart piece just popped in my head and lingered, like a sound track accompanying a scene in a Yasujirō Ozu movie, sympathetically and unhurried, as if the callous shell of my weary mind cracked and something soft was woken up and took a breath. As he inches closer to 10 I recently have this unsettling feeling that he is slowly pulling away from me, growing visibly more independent by day. Asking me to leave the room as he wants to read his comics, stopping hugging me good night before he sleeps, shaking his head almost imperceivably when I “bother” him, all that Jazz. And I wonder when did I stop watching him at length doing random kids stuff with intense amazement, all the while idly lamenting becoming increasingly a mere spectator of his life.

When they were finally packing up I pocketed a few rubber balls while he was not looking. I didn’t bother to pay him.

家里的钢琴坏了，琴键受潮很严重，决定给他买一个新的。钢琴老师推荐日本的Kawai，礼拜天带他去琴行，他试弹了几个，选中了一个说感觉最好，一看是最贵的一款。他本来很高兴，我在和琴行的人谈什么时候送货，另外问他们送货的时候能不能把旧钢琴搬走处理掉。他在旁边听见了，突然说不想买了。我问了他半天为什么，刚才还说喜欢的。他嘟囔了半天，说再等等，再等等。我一直追问他，他眼睛突然红了，说，“现在的琴是我从小学琴就用的，从太古城开始就一直用， 我不想扔掉。” 我说可是家里没有地方放两架钢琴啊，你自己也说那个旧的已经没法弹了。琴行约好了两个礼拜以后送。后面几天每天都跟我商量，可不可以把旧琴也留下，非常依依不舍的样子。我和妈妈后来也心软了，在客厅找了一个地方。我跟他说，如果你实在要留，那么爸爸妈妈可以把这里腾出来给你放旧琴，但是重点是，you need to learn to let things go. Cause in your life you will have many of such occassions when it is simply impossible to hold on to things or people anymore. It’s something you need to learn to bear or I’m afraid you will get hurt. 他说，”I know, but just for a little bit longer, let me hold on to it.” 我说可以啊，但是你再想想吧。到了送琴的前一天，他跟我说，“好吧，把旧琴拿走吧，但是这个旧的凳子能不能留下呢？”我说那你还不如干干净净的都丢掉。他沉默了一会儿， 但没再坚持，说，“那我再把所有的曲子都弹一遍吧。” 坐在那里弹了很久。第二天送琴的来了，我说旧的麻烦都搬走吧。临走了，我又跟他们说，还是把这个琴凳留给我吧。他放学回来，看到新的琴摆在旧琴的地方，没说什么，但还是有点visiably sad。我说你试试新琴啊，他说，”it’s ok, not now.” 过了一会儿终于忍不住好奇弹了起来，跟我说，“Oh my god, this sounds so good!”

在爸爸的启发下写了一个不错的小故事。A story with a good moral is a good story. A story with ambiguous morals is a better one.

端午节看楼下龙舟赛。

从小对厨艺有浓厚的兴趣。早晨起来自己做的早餐。

暑假一个礼拜的surfing camp，奶奶在视频里看到说，黑猫警长。