Afternoon

An Yixi went to Chen Meijia, there are some things she still wants to know and understand, otherwise, the pressure in her heart will only get heavier and heavier.

In fact, she has already made the decision to break the bowl.

Anyway, it won't be worse than it is now,

When An Yixi went, Jing'er was in school, Chen Meijia was reading the newspaper at home, and when she saw An Yixi coming back, she lowered her head with a cold expression, looked at the newspaper, and ignored An Yixi.

An Yixi didn't say anything, but sat opposite Chen Meijia and looked at Chen Meijia quietly.

She seems to be old, and although her hair has been dyed black, the roots of her hair are also white.

An Yixi's heart was slightly sour.

She seemed to be only fifty-two years old.

"Mom, I'm back." An Yixi opened his mouth and said softly, his voice soft and calm.

"I thought you wouldn't be back." Chen Meijia said coldly, turned a page of the newspaper, and still didn't look at An Yixi.

Her neglect, her indifference, like a knife, cut the dust out of her heart, and a lot of memories came out of her brain.

"I'm wondering, if your child hadn't died, would you be happier than you are now?" An Yixi went straight to the road.

A cold front flashed in Chen Meijia's eyes, and finally looked up at An Yixi, looked at An Yixi fixedly, and said coldly: "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

"What I say, you should know better." An Yixi looked back at Chen Meijia.

Chen Meijia wanted to see traces of temptation on An Yixi's face, but no, An Yixi had already determined this result, and she didn't say anything.

"Do you know my mother?" An Yixi asked again.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Chen Meijia replied coldly.

"In the past twenty-five years, when I quarreled with you, I would shout at you, are you my mother, why are you so cold and indifferent to me, I am sorry for my attitude and blame at that time." An Yixi said in a deep voice, lowered his eyes, and then said: "I don't know if you are really not my mother, when I said that, you must have felt uncomfortable in your heart." ”

"What exactly is the purpose of your return today?" Chen Meijia asked coldly, looking at An Yixi very unkindly, her eyes were like a cold wind cliff.

"Can you sue me, who is my mother?" An Yixi asked.

"Now that you know you're not my own, don't you know who your mother is?" Chen Meijia asked rhetorically.

"They told me, but, I want to hear from you, will you sue me?" An Yixi's eyes had some misty color, and the flashing time flowed out quietly from the corner of his eyes.

"I don't know. If you don't have anything else, you're good to go. Chen Meijia said coldly, threw the newspaper on the table, and turned to go to the room.

"Mom. I called your mother for more than 20 years, perhaps, I am sometimes naughty, sometimes disobedient, you have raised me for more than 20 years, we have known each other for more than 20 years, even if we are just neighbors, we should be able to talk about it from the bottom of our hearts. An Yixi stood up and said.

Chen Meijia stood in place, with her back to An Yixi.

"Perhaps, you already knew that you were not my mother, but I didn't know, I was very aggrieved and thinking, why didn't my mother come to the parent-teacher conference, why my mother didn't like me, why my mother was worse than a stranger to me."