Chapter Ninety-Two: Didn't He Come Back With You?
I was in the living room, putting down my suitcase, and it seemed that my palms were much lighter. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info can clearly hear the sound of pots and pans colliding together, and can't help but sigh in my heart, this is home.
Mortals should live mortal lives, don't pray too much, and you don't know that you will be disappointed.
The next day, I probably slept until the afternoon to get up, and then I ate something to fill my stomach and went out with my mother, without pretending to be myself, and I didn't have to keep lowering the brim of my hat because of the sideways eyes of others when I was wearing it.
My mother smiled and said to me, "Xiao Nian, it seems like we haven't been together for a long time. ”
I looked at the familiar buildings on the side of the road and said, "yes, it's been a long time."
"But it's okay for a long time, it doesn't seem like much will change here."
"Mom, do you want to move in with me?"
My mother suddenly stopped and looked up at me with a heavy face, "Xiao Nian, I can't stay in a place that doesn't belong to me. Can you understand? ”
I smoothed out the hair that blew on her forehead, "It doesn't matter, I'll come back to see you more later." ”
"It's best if you can understand, but, Xiao Nian, Xiao Zhun's matter, isn't it appropriate for us to go?"
I took a big step forward, and my mother couldn't see my emotions when she followed. "He just said hello symbolically, it didn't matter to him whether we went or not. Besides, he will marry a veritable eldest lady in the future, so we don't need to get involved. Silently, bless him. ”
Mother thought about it, but after all, she didn't bother anymore. After all, he knows my character, and if he doesn't go, he really won't go.
At dinner, I took the initiative to ask Ying to help her, but I didn't help, but added to the mess in the room.
Either too much sugar or too little salt, the whole kitchen is a killer.
My mother couldn't help it, so she coaxed me into the living room.
It's easy to think cranky when there is nothing to do, so I think about what I haven't done, not only do I not come to a conclusion, but I also become more and more irritable.
I turned on the TV, but I couldn't find the ideal channel, so I simply sulked all my life and turned it off.
At the same time, there was a sharp knock at the door, and I followed it and opened it amid my mother's questioning.
The first to bear the brunt was a black head with curly hair, and no matter who was inside the door, he shouted, "Oh, Yunxin, go and see...... ”
I was stunned and fixed on the person in front of me, and the person was also stunned, and subconsciously said, "This ......." ”
I smiled out of the corner of my eye, "Aunt Zhou, don't you know me?" I'm Jiang Nian! ”
Aunt Zhou's hand pointed in disbelief, "Xiao Nian." ”
I pursed my lips in delight and nodded, "It's me." ”
"Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen each other." As he spoke, he directly held the hand, and said with relief while patting: "In a blink of an eye, Yunxin's children are so old." Why don't you come back often? Aunt Zhou also misses you, why don't you see Xiao Zhun's child? Didn't he come back with you? ”
Everyone's memories here seem to stay in my happiest time, and in their eyes, I am still the Jiang Nian who is inseparable from Song Zhun.
So, that's the root of my attachment here.
As soon as Aunt Zhou's words were finished, her mother wiped her hands on her apron and walked out, asking softly, "What's wrong?" ”
Aunt Zhou woke up from her happy state, patted her head, and said regretfully: "Look at my memory, I forgot about it when I saw Xiao Nian too excited, Yun Xin, you quickly put down what you are doing and go out with me." ”
The mother was still curious at first, but when she saw Aunt Zhou's solemn face and didn't want to say more, she instantly understood, and hurriedly untied the apron belt and neatly ripped it off and put it on the shoe cabinet, and even her lips turned white.
It is rare to see my mother obviously have no master, but she insists on carrying it down with a sharp face, I realized that the matter may be very serious, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What happened to Aunt Zhou?" ”
I knew my mother wouldn't answer because I was always a child in her eyes.
It's a pity that Aunt Zhou also kept her mouth shut tightly and looked at me with an embarrassed expression.
My mother pushed my body that I wanted to go out, and instructed, "Xiao Nian, it's not a big deal, I can solve it." ”
"I'll go with you."
"Don't worry, trust me to fix it. Besides, there is still soup stewed in the pot, you take care of the fire, and I can eat when I go home. ”
After speaking, I didn't wait for me to insist and pulled the door open, separating the distance between a door.
I weakly returned to the living room, although I didn't know the cause of the incident, but I probably guessed who caused the seven or eight points.
There was no anger in my heart, I was only worried about whether my mother could handle it.
After all, it's not the first time that person has caused trouble.
Just like a wound hurts when it touches water, it hurts when I touch Mu Fei. I can't even stop myself.
Let compromise and keep the bottom line to the bottom.
The wall clock on the wall rattled, the only sound that accompanied me, and I got up from the couch restlessly and walked back and forth in the living room, even forgetting how much time had passed.
The dishes on the dinner table have cooled.
It's really hard to wait, but I don't know where to find my mother, and aimlessness will only waste time and thoughts.
Finally, when the last bit of patience was exhausted, I heard a voice from the hallway.
I hurried to meet it, and my mother changed her shoes with a tired look.
Without waiting for me to ask, he replied: "I'm worried about you, I said I'll solve it, it's not a big deal." ”
Her words made me not know how to answer for a while, and I quietly watched her walking in with her slippers, and she was about to be unable to support it.
I grabbed her to the dinner table and said before she went to the table to prepare for the hot food, "I can still do these little things like hot dishes, you sit on the sofa and wait, it will be all right soon." ”
My mother looked at me suspiciously, "Are you sure?" ”
I nodded, "Your son isn't stupid. ”
When my mother heard this, she smiled happily.
Between me and her, in fact, there are very few jokes and relaxed moments, although a sad face is not our mode of getting along.
However, poverty is always a problem that cannot be ignored.
I walked to the kitchen with the food and heard the sound of a TV series coming from the living room. As he was about to fire, the outstretched finger abruptly stopped in the air.
I'm wondering, countless times in the past, did Song Zhun feel my existence like this?
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