The Past 2
Continued Chapter 41 (Young Chen Mengzhou’s Perspective)
"Those taking the subway, please raise your hands."
What? Oh, the homeroom teacher is counting the ways students go to school. Chen Mengzhou didn't raise her hand. Her home was far from the subway station. Besides, it was still quite a distance from the subway to school. Chen Mengzhou was lazy and didn't know how to take the subway.
"Please raise your hand if you want to take the bus."
Chen Mengzhou didn't raise her hand. The bus was crowded and she felt it was too crowded. Besides, she remembered taking a nap this morning and couldn't sleep in a crowded bus.
"Please raise your hand if you're walking."
That was even more impossible. Chen Mengzhou's home was far from the school. She secretly reached under her desk and opened her phone. Whether she took the subway, bus, or anything else, there would be a payment record. But this morning's payment record was blank, nothing. Chen Mengzhou couldn't remember how she got to school.
"Please raise your hand if you are taking a private car."
The school didn't have a bus, so these were the only ways to get to school. "Other ways" would be counted later, and these other ways would require specific details. Chen Mengzhou didn't want that. So, after a moment's hesitation, she raised her hand.
"Eh? Xiaozhou, aren't you..." her deskmate asked in surprise. Her deskmate's name was Chu Nianqing, a very pretty girl. Chen Mengzhou knew what she wanted to ask. She wanted to ask, "Aren't you living on campus?" Yes, living on campus. Chen Mengzhou's home was far from the school, and since both her parents were deceased, there was no one to take care of her back home. Living on campus was indeed the best option, but...
"Oh, I almost forgot it was your dad who brought you to school. How could I have made such a stupid mistake?" her deskmate muttered to himself. Chen Mengzhou was momentarily dazed. She opened her phone and saw a new contact named "father." Their nickname was "Chen Hua."
A good name, very suitable for a role like father.
"Please raise your hands if you have other options."
Chen Mengzhou lowered her hand. Yes, she should have such a father. He had white hair, but he was still as handsome as ever. What was her father's occupation? Yes, he was a scientist, working at the Kronos Life Science Institute. Why didn't he come to see me? He must be too busy. He was often on business trips. On days he wasn't traveling, he would pick me up from school in a white sedan. Yes, that was it.
During lunch break, Chen Mengzhou went to the school's psychological counseling room. The counselor's name was Zhou Mingruan, and he was very kind. He said, "Perhaps you would like to describe your dream again?"
"Well... let me start with those two children. One was a boy, the other a girl, about six or seven years old. But they behaved strangely. They weren't afraid of earthquakes at all, as if they were used to them... They even teased me with insects..."
"I forgot what the characters in my dream looked like, but I seemed very familiar with them..."
"I see." The psychology teacher nodded. "It's not a big deal. Students are under a lot of pressure these days, so it's normal to have nightmares occasionally. Drink a glass of hot milk at night, and you'll have a good night's sleep."
"Oh, by the way, what's your name?" asked the psychology teacher.
"A boat sinking into a dream. Suddenly I am on a boat again, dreaming of a boat on the edge of the sun."
In reality, Chen Mengzhou didn't think she had any mental problems; she just wanted to verify something. Since reality and dreams can blend...
At the end of the day, Chen Mengzhou joined the day students and left the school gate. Sure enough, there was Chen Hua standing at the gate. She walked toward him. Naturally—like a true father—he pulled Chen Mengzhou toward the parking space.
Before going to bed, Shen Hua actually heated up a pot of milk, and he and Shen Mengzhou each had a bowl. Shen Mengzhou blew the milk carefully and drank it in small sips.
Ever since "traveling" to the apocalypse, Chen Mengzhou rarely reminisced about the past. Memory itself was unreliable. But it was interesting, wasn't it?
to be continued
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