mother's surname

During working hours, my boyfriend sent a message that the train ticket from Taipei to Taitung would be cancelled tomorrow at the latest. Soon, it was said that a return ticket was booked, but the time was not ideal.

I kept shouting back to Taitung all day long, and I, who had never acted, was hesitating whether or not to go, and I was pressing the update button on the booking page: Two days and one night are too outrageous, so I should book a reasonable return ticket before hesitating.

After tossing until it got dark, it was finally three days and two nights. If it weren’t for the epidemic, the previous week’s ticket booking would not have been so lucky. It’s a done deal, and it’s time to push the boat. My boyfriend and I emphasized that although I’m from Taitung, I eat and live at home, and I’m good for food. I’m not familiar with the beautiful scenery, no matter the mountain line or the sea line, I have to drive. I can only walk around the old train station on foot, which is very boring.

"Taitung people" is a grandstanding saying after I came to Taipei. I have no memory of living in Taitung for a long time. When I was in Taitung when I was a child, I heard from relatives that I love to be arrogant with my grandfather, arguing about going to Liyu Mountain to buy snacks and eating, and arguing that I had to carry down the mountain when I couldn’t walk. I went to Kaohsiung and Taoyuan to study in elementary school, and lived in Yonghe for fifth grade. Down. I introduced myself to my classmates and said that the relocation was too redundant. "Taitung people" are very magical, but there are none in the class. Zhang Huimei is very popular. The classmates will wonder if I am an aborigines. The topic is complete. This statement has some confidence. Before my grandfather passed away, that is, before my university, we would go back to Taitung for nearly a quarter of the year during winter and summer vacations.

The way home is always a bittersweet. My mother was anxious about packing her luggage, worried that her clothes in Taitung were not eye-catching enough every day, that her two sons were not wearing decent clothes when they stepped out of Taitung, and my brother and I were worried about the time in Taitung. There were not only 24 hours a day, and the lively TV would be boring. , There is only one computer. If you grab it, you will be scolded. I have to collect the novels and CDs I brought. Take the train for six or seven hours, take a taxi to the old home near the old station, push open the bright red iron gate, a big tree, and the green iron window, we walk barefoot into the terrazzo, cool and cool, immortal life Starting from the cold and warm, every day, I wake up naturally, eat the breakfast king bought by my uncle, biscuits and fritters with iced soy milk, lunch and dinner, eat Yunnan cuisine that my aunt is good at, cakes, large slices, bowls of bean flour, fried crispy meat, eat and drink foot, or go to the beach, or go for a walk in the park, or in the room on the second floor, listening to music, reading novels. Once, I listened to Dido's "Life for Rent" and read "Susie's World". The poet Ruth in the book is intimate with her Indian boyfriend. The words and notes each take a hint of the color of the world, and weave them into white that does not belong to the mortal world. I have to go to sleep.

I haven't seen Taitung for ten years. After checking in at the hotel with my boyfriend, I went straight to my hometown. A white building that appears in a Japanese drama stands out in the neighborhood. Mailboxes blow up on the door. The residents on the opposite side are watering the flowers and staring at our uninvited guests. Not long after my grandfather passed away, my uncle’s family applied for a subsidy for the renovation of the old house. After my mother saw the results on her mobile phone, she showed it to me angrily. Ask the master not to be able to do it. Seeing the renovated old house with my own eyes, against the blue sky of Taitung, I laughed at the madness I used to talk about. Unfortunately, after my uncle and aunt divorced, no one lived here, so I didn't have the chance to enter the house.

On the way back to the hotel, my boyfriend noticed a new store, Bingguo Oasis. We decided to step in because of the sundae photos on Google Maps. There was no one in the store. We stood for a while. The head of the boss suddenly appeared from behind the bar. He walked quickly to the bar to say hello. He pointed to the two pieces of white paper hanging in front of the bar. Item name, no picture, no price menu. I asked the boss if we could share a bowl of ice for the two of us. He agreed with some hesitation, and when we hesitated, he eagerly introduced the differences between sherbet and gelato, and the difference between Damu and pineapple. We finally chose Damu. Sherbet. While waiting, my boyfriend was worried that it would be a boring bowl of sorbet instead of the wonderful sundae in the photo. I peeked at the ㄩ-shaped sofa and TV cabinet behind the bar. Should the boss just watch TV in the living room? It was served with a sorbet-based sundae garnished with pineapple jam, sliced oranges, grapes and two crispy flutes. As soon as you enter the yogurt, the dissolved Sakyamuni incense goes straight into your nose, stirs the pineapple jam, relieves the greasy and adds flavor, and also complements the fruit on the side: a cup of harmony, but the crispy flute crisp is the taste of the mass market. When I left, I asked the boss if we could throw it away for us. Before entering the store, the boss agreed with some hesitation.

We stopped by the Tiehua Village next to the hotel. Ten years ago, it was an open-air Livehouse, sporadic vendors, and Eslite, which has been withdrawn. Now the Livehouse has a roof, and the vendors have turned into a market. There are also waves of merchants in the three districts. House, and the Taitung Story Hall, which is still a bookstore. Looking at the changes in Taitung all the way, I am glad that Taitung has not changed.

The next day, after having breakfast at the hotel, we took advantage of the sun and looked at the sea. The sea in Taitung City was like a Baumkuchen spreading out in distinct layers, with lively white waves, a young green sea, and a calm and calm blue sea. , to the azure blue of the sky and sea. The sun is hot, we set off as planned, and stepped into the air-conditioned public spaces in the urban area, followed by the Taitung Art Museum (and Nomuro Cafe in the museum area), Taitung Life Aesthetics Museum (and the green tsuta fruit that sells delicious puffs on the road). ) and Taitung Design Center. During the period, there was an oolong episode. When I was at Nomuro Cafe to escape the summer, I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t see the recording space of the Podcast “Taitung Slow Wave Radio” at the Taitung Art Museum. I wanted to visit the promoter of this trip. The program was produced by Taitung Design Center, and was included in the itinerary.

All the way through Zaodian Dawang and Fengzai Cake Shop, I can't bear the impulse to buy, my boyfriend is tired of my one-man show, indifferent, I want to eat sesame fritters, and Fengzai cake with dried meat and mung bean stuffing, what in the end? Didn't buy either. Memories are balloons full of hydrogen gas, beautiful, I'm afraid of disturbing them, scaring them, ugly, let the young brute force press into the sea of subconsciousness, the heart is clear, no matter how wild the energy is, time will be tamed, the day when the sky is full, Can I see colorful? Like the hot air balloon at Luye High Terrace.

My mother's surname predicts that my father may be absent because of his fascination, imprisonment, or evasion of debt. When my grandfather was hospitalized, the whole family even cut off contact with my father. Only a few years ago when he was critically ill, we met in the intensive care unit. I plan to bury these pasts, together with the past of visiting my grandparents who lived in the Youth Park, and the past of playing games with my cousin when I was a child. These balloons floated into the sky when I stepped into the Taito Aesthetics Museum. From my mother’s surname, it also predicted that I would be neither male nor female. On the day I came out, my mother only had to recover for one night and invited her boyfriend for dinner. Was that night and the night of countless speculations a balloon that she had to press too hard? Let's not explore while we all have the strength.

On the third day, my boyfriend and I were waiting for the train at Taimali Cultural and Creative Cafe. I remembered the high school history teacher's guess about my mother's surname: maybe I was afraid that my grandchildren would have no males. This conjecture has its basis. First, my grandfather came to Taiwan from Yunnan with the Nationalist government. He was not young. He took root in Taitung with the grandmother of the Dulan Amei tribe. He worked as a farmer and sold breakfast. Leaving home, my grandfather may have the urgency of passing off children. Second, my mother gave birth to me immediately after graduating from college, and I naturally became the eldest grandson of the family. Third, the teacher asked us to read Simon Beauvais and Yu Qiuyu in high school. My trust in her was wishful thinking. , even if I have not verified this statement, I am convinced.