□ Ai Ling
The inhabitants of planet 1202 are only two people: me and my mother.
Chinese New Year's Eve 2021, friends on the earth are making food and posting food. 1202 Planet is almost as usual, the mother draws, I read novels.
Slightly different, the mother changed into red underwear, red socks, and red belts in advance, and the Year of the Ox was her seventh life year. We had four small dishes for lunch, drank a little home-brewed wine, and greeted our loved ones on Earth through videos.
Mother asked: What do you eat for dinner?
I said: Rice porridge.
The mother said: Today's New Year, let's not drink rice porridge.
I said, "Okay, I'll eat whatever you do, and whatever you do is delicious."
The mother thought about it: oatmeal porridge.
The mother added some goji berries and raisins to the oatmeal porridge, and drank one bowl for each person, spoon by spoon, which was the warmth of the sweet silk.
Originally planned to return to Earth for the New Year, but the destination on Earth was in a hurry, and the temporary pass issued to Planet 1202 was limited to one person per day.
The mother said: You go back, you still have a family.
I said, "No, I only have one mother."
The mother said: The best year, a moment will pass.
That's right, send away the Chinese New Year's Eve night in your sleep, and the year will turn over.
In the early morning, sweeping out a grain of rice, I took it in my hand and put it in the sun to see, it is typical northeast rice, white, moist.
Mother asked: What?
I said: A grain of rice.
The mother said: I must have accidentally dropped it. Usually, when I pick up a grain of rice, I always put it back in the rice bag.
Without saying a word, I obediently put the grain of rice back into the rice bag.
In the primary school textbooks on the earth, there was once a saying: particles return to the warehouse.
My mother had never been to school and did not know this sentence, but she had been hungry in her hometown on earth, and she had not touched a grain of grain for forty consecutive days. After the famine, no matter how many rice noodles there were in the family, she always respected every grain of rice.
My thumbs are longer than the other toes, and with years of running, my socks often push out of holes. If the socks are still quite new and I can't throw them away, I will sew them up. I usually sew it twice, and when the hole is enough for the third time, the socks are almost worn and thrown directly into the trash.
This time, the gray cotton socks thrown into the trash actually appeared on the mother's feet.
I exclaimed: Mother!
She was very proud and held out her feet for me to see: Is it still weird?
I said: Not good, not good at all! For both of us, time is money, and our time has become money. A new pair of socks is only a few dollars, and we don't have to waste time sewing socks.
The mother smiled and squinted back: We wear socks to make the strength different, you spend the tip of the socks, I cost the socks heel. I didn't have a few stitches, and I can wear them for at least half a year.
The mother also said: You don't need to wear good socks at home, and good socks are left to wear when you go out.
I joked: you don't have to buy socks in the future, you don't have to look at the trash can, I wear broken socks and send you directly.
Mother said: Medium.
On the planet 1202, it is not the dish soap and water that solve the greasy tableware, but the waste cloth strips that the mother cut in advance, and can be thrown away directly after use.
Dishwashing water is reserved for washing dishes, and dishwashing water is reserved for flushing the toilet. In the same way, the bath water is left to mop the floor, and the mopping water is left to flush the toilet.
Once, the mother slipped away and poured the footwash directly into the toilet, and afterwards she was particularly distressed: it was a pity, a pity, enough to flush the toilet once.
On planet 1202, it's me who turns on the lights, and it's the mother who turns them off. The light dimmed, and the mother was often still painting.
I asked: Why don't you turn on the lights?
The mother said: Waiting for you, I know that you should come and turn on the lights for me.
I want to say: Mother, you are too picky. But what came out was: Mother, you are really the king of energy saving.
The mother said: The same words come out of the mouth of the girl, it is good to hear, I love to listen.
I remembered that when I was young, every time there was an argument in the family, I couldn't do anything, and when I hid in the bed and cried, I made up my mind over and over again: I must save my mother from this family, and I raised her. I had to have a job, commute to work on a bicycle, my mother didn't have to work as a temporary worker, and I could eat white-noodle steamed buns every day.
Dreams are bone-chilling, reality is fuller. Mother now does not need me to raise, she can live a very decent life by relying on the income of the manuscript fee alone, bicycle or white noodle steamed bun is only one of the options, life has given us more options, a lot of food, clothing, transportation we have tried, and will continue to try, I just need to accompany her well.
There are many people I want to thank, thank you for fulfilling my dreams and my mother's dreams, you, and imperfect times.
Because of the epidemic, the mother wears a mask to visit the earth every day, plays with her friends, and plays enough to return to the planet. My lover took me home at night, and I also felt that I was returning to Earth by spaceship, and I had to remind myself with my ears that the winter vacation was almost over, and I would collect my heart and do a good job in things on Earth.
During the meal, I asked my mother: If there is no sweet potato in heaven, will you go?
Mother asked: What about you?
I said: If there were no shallots and sauce in heaven, I would not go.
The mother said: There is no sweet potato, and I will not go.
In a word, we both laughed.
I don't know where heaven is, but I know that planet 1202 is very close to heaven.
You guessed it, 1202 is my mother-in-law's house number.
