The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little tense.

Mu Liang has been looking for something to talk about, and I have been looking at my mother with my spare eyes, and my mother's expression is serious and she doesn't talk.

When their eyes met, my mother glanced at me and me, and my heart sank, and I already knew that I must have stabbed the basket again.

At night, wherever Mu Liang goes, I will follow. I was afraid of being in the same space as my mother, and I knew that life would only be better when Mu Liang was around.

When sleeping, Mu Liang asked if his mother was unhappy, what caused it?

As always, I found a random reason to cover up the past.

At night, Mu Liang next to him was already asleep. I sat up quietly and sat by the balcony door. To avoid waking everyone up, I stepped barefoot on the floor tiles.

It's almost summer, but my heart is cold. looked at the time, it was almost two o'clock, and there were only six hours left before Mu Liang went to work.

And I, it's the afternoon class. In other words, I would spend the morning with my mother, and now when I think about it, I am so panicked that I can't sleep.

I wish time passed a little slower, a little slower than ever.

Or do I say I'm going to a meeting? I said there was an event? Or do I say a class reunion? I'm thinking about all kinds of reasons.

No, my mother will notice that I am running away, and she will not let go.

Before I knew it, the sky was a little white.

Mu Liang rolled over and moved, and I quickly got up and pretended to have just gotten up from the bed.

"What are you doing? Standing here without sleeping? Mu Liang raised his head, squinted his eyes, and muttered.

"It's okay, I just went to the bathroom." I avoided his gaze and climbed back into bed and lay down.

Mu Liang turned around and hugged me, and asked softly, "What's wrong wife?" What's upset? Tell me. ”

I laughed at him for thinking too much, but I really wanted to cry in his arms.

In Mu Liang's arms, I slept peacefully for a few hours.

As soon as Mu Liang left for breakfast, my mother didn't talk to me and went out.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and it would be a few more minutes to be able to seem harmonious.

Mom just went downstairs and bought a few packets of noodles and came back not long after.

I immediately got up to open the door and graciously took the bag from my mother's hand.

As expected, Mom held her breath. Shook off my hand, didn't speak, and went to the kitchen with a stiff face.

I was so nervous that I didn't dare to gasp for breath, biting my lip and sitting back at my desk with my fingers crossed, so nervous that I could hear my heart pounding, as if I was about to jump to my throat.

"Late, alas! I've really put up with you for a long time. It's not me talking about you. ”

Mom is still going to break out.

It really happened, but the heart didn't beat so fast anymore.

"If I had been in my temper, I would have exploded. That's Mu Liang here, I really endured and endured. I know that now that you have a backer, I have to ask you to do something. You can do it if you want to, why do superficial work?! ”

Mom began to growl, as always.

"Mom, you may really have persecution paranoia. None of us have that mind. ”

"Alas! Hum! Mom snorted heavily.

"You roll over here and see, look at this! This! Mom held up the mop and pointed to the water marks on the wall.

Mom wiped the tiles of the toilet with a mop and scolded, "If I could climb up and wipe it myself, I would have to beg you?!" Look at this! This! It's completely different from the original wipe! ”

"Mom, I was going to clean it again, didn't you let it?!"

"I'm not going to let it? Or do you not want to? I don't want to look at my face, it used to take two and a half hours to wipe the kitchen, but now it takes more than two hours to do everything. Isn't it perfunctory?! Perfunctory, I still want you to do it?! ”

"Mom, it's not long after the time gap, it's not so dirty, it's natural to wipe it quickly, and practice makes perfect."

Mom has always believed that what she thinks is the truth, and no matter how I explain it, it is a cover-up.

Mom started another round of swearing, and I covered my ears, I really didn't want to hear it anymore. Mom waved the mop and water splashed in my face.

"If I'm not old, I still want you to come? What do I have to eat and drink for you? Thank you for your kindness! ”

The words were full of disgust, and I understood what my mother meant. There was no more reason for the noisy refusal to let me move out.

I remember when my father was at home, my father always said that my mother was just for money, and if you don't have money, you don't want people. At the beginning, I always told my father not to think about it, because my mother is a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person. And now, I'm slowly realizing this.

Looking at the time, I didn't wait for lunch, I couldn't stay up any longer, and decided to go to the unit to stay.

When I left the house, the depression in my heart suddenly disappeared by half. Looking up at the sky, it is not so blue and gray, but it is many times better than the greenhouse where the sky cannot be seen.

chatted with Xiaowen at the front desk in the lobby, only to learn that Xiaowen was going to get married next month and then leave her job.

"I'm not you, the teacher has status, and our front desk has always been called around, and there is no dignity every day." Xiaowen smiled with a smile.

"Dignity ......," I smiled wryly, repeating the word in a low voice.

How many essays about the word dignity were written during my time as a student? But what did he end up with? Is it as Xiaowen said, with dignity at work? Or is there human dignity at home? I don't think so.

"And what are you going to do next?"

"I, I may go abroad to study in the future, if not, I will start a business with my husband and do what I like." Xiaowen smiled.

A trace of envy welled up in her heart, envy that she could do what she liked. And what about me, what about the original goal? said that he wanted to prove his worth, and his dignity was ultimately given to himself.

The students entered the classroom one after another, and I hung the notebooks and examples on the blackboard.

Within five minutes of class, my mother called.

I pressed it and continued with the lesson.

Who knew that my mother kept calling to chase her soul and kill her.

I called almost every three or two minutes, and I had to call back the phone to say that I was in class and had something to say home.

Who knew that mother's splitting of her head and covering her face was a training.

"Are you not answering my phone?! If you don't answer my call, you'll pack my baggage and get out! I told you! My words have to be said before they can be comfortable, you don't take them, do you? You don't want to recognize me, do you? If you don't recognize me, we'll cut off the relationship! You don't treat me as a mother anyway......"

"Mom, Mom, I'm in class, I can't answer the phone, you keep calling, I can't answer it."

"What's the matter with your broken job? What if there's something urgent? I don't believe your unit is so inhumane! Not you yet? You don't want to make excuses yourself?! Give me the phone number of your leader, and I'll see who sets the rules. Can't answer the phone at home? And overtime without overtime pay?! You call me my phone number, and if I want to ask, there's more......"