At half past four o'clock in the morning, before the black coat of the night had faded, there was a sudden sound of wind outside, like a wave that had just woken up and rolled up, rolled through the half-open glass window, and hit the bed through the thick curtains, and the chill rose suddenly. I didn't have time to react, so I sneezed. Immediately looked back at the daughter next to her, there was no movement, "It's okay, I didn't alarm her", I thought to myself, I pulled the quilt that I kicked away, and continued to type text on my phone.

Since having children, the only time I can calm down and write is before I get up in the morning. It is only before the dawn that seems to be still that I am given plenty of room to think continuously, and in normal times, a complete paragraph in a row is a luxury. I seized the time, closing my eyes and thinking about the picture I described, and then I carefully put pen to paper. The small alarm clock on the table, the hands are ticking, even and steady, every minute and every second is so clear, as if it is deliberately stretching the line for me for a long time.

"Bang bang, bang bang......" The rhythmic sound of the chopping board came and went, interrupting my thoughts, it was my mother who got up to cook. Ever since my mom came, I never set an alarm clock, and the old man's biological clock was incredibly accurate, and I knew it was six o'clock as soon as she started cooking.

"Time flies!" I said to myself, stretching my long waist, "Alright, that's all for today, it's time to get up and clean up." ”

With a lazy posture, he got up with a lazy attitude, put on a coat at random, came directly to the window barefoot, stretched out his hand to open the curtains, the fresh air came to his face, the wind had decreased, and he was suddenly refreshed. The sun has not yet appeared, the whole sky is gray-white, the distant mountain is still shrouded in a faint twilight, and the other side seems to have a yellow and red halo emitted by the sun.

"Mom, can you let me play with your phone tonight?" asked the daughter timidly. I was suddenly stunned for a moment, and when I came back to my senses, I was stunned by what I had just watched.

"Baby, you're awake, hurry up and get dressed, or you're going to be late. "Looking at the time on my phone, it's half past six, urging as usual, almost every day it's the same sentence, repeatedly spreading in the early morning air.

"Mom, can I play with my phone?" the daughter asked again, in a rather firm tone.

"Hurry up. I didn't answer, and kept urging.

"Mom, can I play with my phone?" The daughter didn't get an answer and chased after her.

"Get up first!" I got a little annoyed and raised my voice.

"Mom, can you say it's okay first?" The daughter still refused to give up the result she wanted.

"You get up first!" my voice began to grow stern and irritable.

"I'm going to play with my phone. She still insisted tepidly and stubbornly.

"Li Xiaochen, you hurry up for me, it's not early, do you want me to be angry?!"

"Who told you not to answer me......." Seeing that my tone was wrong, she lay directly on the quilt and cried.

"You get up first, don't you have to go to school? "I was helpless, my heart was disturbed by her crying.

"Who told you not to answer me......." she amplified her voice.

"If you don't get up, wait until I'm gone, you don't have to go to school!" I began to threaten.

"Don't!" she reacted immediately when I said I was leaving.

"Then if you don't get up, I can only do this, when I turned around and asked the teacher, I said that Li Xiaochen was in bed and didn't go to school. "I continue proudly, the teacher has always been her weakness.

"No—to—" she cried.

"Then hurry up, I'll give you a chance. I softened.

"Woo-woo-woo-" Seeing that her crying had no effect, she rubbed her tearful eyes and looked up, "Mom, help me get dressed." "By the way, I sprinkled Jiao.

"Okay, come to the bedside. I picked up a pink blouse and immediately put it on her head, looking at her crying red face, my heart softened, "Don't cry, my mother said she would think about it." Look at our beautiful little face, when you cry, you will become a big cat, wipe away your tears. ”

"Meow meow", seeing her pouting little mouth, I made a trick.

"Mom", she snorted and laughed when she heard that I had learned nondescriptly. The round little face is white and red, the big eyes are crooked like the cunning moon, and the pink mouth is small and delicate, I stared at her, my heart was infinitely proud, and I couldn't help but say: "You are my mother's best work and gift!"

"Mom, can I play with your phone? Her stubbornness came back up.

"Hey, I've got you. "I was completely defeated, so I had to move the rescuers, "Mom——, I was knocked down by the little guy, come and ......"

When my mother heard the news, she laughed heartily when she knew what was going on, and then made a concluding speech, "It's not like you!"

"Why do you look like me?!I don't look like me at all!" I disagreed with my mother.

Once, after we finished harvesting the wheat, your father and I took you and the grain to the grain warehouse on the street to hand over the grain, and after handing over the grain and settling the account, I wanted to go to the street and take you with me, and when I walked on the road and you saw people drinking soda, you also wanted it, and I was reluctant to give up the money at that time, so you were not happy, and I cried wherever I went, and refused to give up, and I was still crying when I got home, and the neighbor's grandmother also counted me down, saying that I was too stingy, and the child could bear to cry like that. But you don't know, life was hard at that time, and I wanted to break every penny into two flowers. Saying that, my mother's eyes seemed to be caught in a whirlpool.

"Mom, when did that happen, you remember it so clearly!" I interrupted her as she continued to reminisce.

"You were stubborn when you were a child, don't you see Chenchen is the same as you?!A mold came out, who do you blame?!" Mom was waiting for me here.

"Like me, no, how can I be so stubborn, I was too poor in material things at that time, and she has everything now. I retorted.

"No matter what it is, wherever the roots of the tree grow, the branches slope. Mom continued.

"Haha, haha, Mom, when did you learn to talk so deeply here, amazing, my mother!, my own mother!" I couldn't help but laugh at my mother's seriousness.

"You dead girl, you dare to laugh at me!" my mother reached out and poked me in the head.

Mom pushed too hard, and I screamed in pain.