The sound of an MSN message brought me back to reality.

I glanced at the computer screen, and Yang Mei had closed the web page and was chatting with her friends.

A person named "Ruffian Li" was sending messages to Yang Mei non-stop. In this era, due to the influence of "The First Close Contact" by the ruffian Cai, many people are willing to call the online name as a ruffian x or something, or an abbreviation of the name. But the result of this was that ruffians were flying all over the sky, and later these people were not allowed to disassemble the text or add some inexplicable symbols or use similar traditional characters to distinguish them, and these symbols and characters were the predecessors of the later Martian script brain remnant.

"What are you doing, how are you doing?"

"Honey, I miss you so much!"

"Why don't you speak?"

"Are you there?"

Yang Mei directly ignored these news, and instead chatted with another friend.

"That man was talking to you, why didn't you ignore him?" I asked.

"Oh, it's Li Xiaogang, every time I go online, he keeps talking to me, and I'm going to be annoyed to death. Yang Mei said: "By the way, what is your MSN?" MSN is now a product of Dawning, although I have an account, but it is an internal account of Dawning, and the end is the special mailbox of the internal executives, so it is inconvenient to tell her at this time.

"Oh, I don't talk much, I don't have this yet!" I said.

"That's it, forget it!" Yang Mei said with some disappointment, and continued to chat with people on the Internet.

"For safety. Stay away from the internet?' I said, oddly pointing to the screen name of the person I was chatting with.

"This is Liu Ying, my friend at the police station, and there have been several cases of online abduction and fraud recently!" Yang Mei explained.

I'm mad, I'm really a policeman, and I don't forget to educate others when I go online!

I watched it for a while and felt bored, it was nothing more than an inexplicable topic between little girls, perfumes, clothes, and the like. I stood up, took a casual look around the room, and came to the bookshelf. found a few celebrity photos in the bookshelf, and the person in the photos was obviously Yang Mei. Probably only fifteen or sixteen years old. It seems that it was taken when I was in school.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, peeking at my land?" Yang Mei said and stood up. Wanted to push me aside.

"I'm just looking at your photo, why are you reacting so much, hey? There's an album here, I'll take it out and take a look!" I suddenly noticed that there was a photo album in the bottom compartment of the bookshelf!

"No!" Yang Mei reached out and knocked away my hand that was about to open the door of the bookshelf.

"Can't you look at it?" I was a little surprised.

"It's not that it can't be, it's absolutely not!" Yang Mei said affirmatively. Before I could speak, I heard the door click with a key. Immediately afterwards, the door of Yang Mei's room was pushed open, and Yang's mother stood at the door with a serious and nervous face.

"Mom, what are you going to do? Why do you have the key to my room? Aren't they all in my hand?" Yang Mei asked a little unhappily when she saw the key in her mother's hand.

"I'm your mother, what's so strange about having a spare key!" Yang Mu said. He glanced around the room with his eyes and was relieved to see that there was nothing unusual.

Mother Yang and Yang Mei quarreled just now. Yang Mei said that they had already lived together in City B, which frightened Yang's mother, thinking that this Zheng Shaopeng didn't know if he was a person with a virgin plot, if so, wouldn't the golden turtle's son-in-law fly away?

But later, after recalling it carefully, I found that something was wrong! Yang's mother is so old, and she is also a person who has come over, thinking about Yang Mei's walking appearance and movements, and suddenly found that her daughter is still a virgin and has not been broken.

At this time, I realized that my daughter was angry and talking nonsense just now, but at this time she was scared. Yang Mei's personality is more reckless, she is a person who does what she says, Yang's mother saw her daughter lock the door, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was a problem, she was afraid that Yang Mei really had a relationship with that Xiao Liu, then she would regret it, so she quickly found the spare key and opened the door.

Of course, these are things that Yang Mei can't guess, when she saw her mother come in, she thought she was coming to reprimand herself again, so she walked quickly to the door, pushed her mother out, and walked out with her, and then closed the door casually, obviously not wanting me to see the joke.

However, the quarrel outside the door can still be faintly heard in the house. I'm not Yang Mei's real boyfriend, and I don't care about it, and I don't bother to find out.

After waiting for a while, I didn't see Yang Mei come back, and I was bored, so I took out Yang Mei's album from the bookshelf with some curiosity.

"It's so mysterious, it can't be a picture of her first love, right?" I thought to myself, flipping through the album.

It turned out that there were photos of Yang Mei when she was a child, some with red scarves, and some with children.

The eighteenth change of the female university, although it can change, but the foundation must also be good, Yang Mei has already stood out when she was a child, her eyes are big, and her face is a little baby fat, but she has a vague look like she is now!

I couldn't help but read on with interest. It can be seen that Yang Mei had a very good relationship with her mother when she was a child, and many photos are happily snuggled in Yang's mother's arms. Both mother and daughter smiled brightly and had a lot of fun.

But with the passage of time, the growth of age, and the experience of the years, Yang's mother began to become snobbish, hoping to borrow her daughter to obtain glory and wealth. As a result, the relationship between the mother and daughter became more and more strained, and even cracks appeared.

I sighed, the generation born in the forties and fifties has experienced the Cultural Revolution, experienced hardships, and experienced the tide of reform and opening up.

My mother was like this at the beginning, although it was not as obvious as Yang's mother, but she also vaguely revealed to my father how Zhao Junsheng is now making money and so on.