Xiao Xia, the anger in her mother's chest is so easy to arouse, just like the poet's feelings, like the desire of a lover, and like a flame caused by thunder and lightning. As long as Mom sees that familiar contempt, that familiar arrogance, that familiar oppression, that familiar incompetence, Mom will be angry. This is projected into the world from a few people who are familiar to Mom, and as soon as they or their shadows appear, Mom will be angry.

Most of my mother's anger is completely invisible and completely inaudible. Mom's anger will only burn her own flesh to the rest of the shell. So no one knows, because my mother's shell is intact.

But my mother's heart was so angry, my mother wanted to tear everything in her hands to pieces, she wanted to tear the flowers apart, she wanted to tear the grass off, she wanted to break the cup in her hand, she wanted to have a sword to swing around.

In this way, my mother's face was expressionless to experience the hidden fire of anger, and years later, my mother's face could already show the traces of those burns. Now, when my mother stares at the mirror, she will see her own expression, which is inscrutable, faint, like an illusion, and suddenly there is a slight beat, which is what the flame looks like when it burns, only for a moment, only the mother can see it, and maybe even the mother has not changed anything, and the mother just fantasized about the kind of appearance that she should show, and then realized this illusion in her eyes for a moment.

Mom is calm. Mom's anger is as quiet as a dead body in a cemetery.

But Mom wants to dissect them deeply, dissect their appearance, dissect the points where they are hated by Mom, what are those behaviors and personalities that ignite anger that can make Mom so despise, yes, despise, and scorn so much.

Mom never did this, it was because she was afraid, afraid to vent to the last moment, to see that there was only herself on the dance floor and no one else, and to see only herself in the mirror and no one else.

What difference does the fear of mother's anger make and their behavior? Is the anger, contempt, and incompetence that mom doesn't say or do exactly the same as the one they make? Could it be that what my mother hates is actually herself, or is it her own shadow? Mom has to analyze them well today, catch them, tear them apart, tear them all apart, and see if they are Mom herself.

That kind of contempt, when the mother speaks, she doesn't answer, or as long as the mother speaks, she will be refuted by the usual logic, as long as the mother thinks she is not bad, she will be belittled and said to be down-to-earth. Why, why can't you be sure of me, why do you always feel like I can't. And that's not enough, because not only do you think I can't do it, but you have to say it in a lofty tone, discuss it, just like you can. No, you can't, you're not as good as me, yes, it's a tragedy that still won't let go. After so many years, I still want to be the tragedy of the hero of Lilliputia. The way not to let go is to prevent the people of Lilliputian from growing up, pull them down psychologically, and tell them, you are still far behind, you have to listen to me.

Mom is so angry, Mom can, Mom can't stand it anymore and someone says Mom can't. In such a time and space, the demon who still wants to lower his mother's sense of worth has no way to easily convince his mother. As long as the mother meets and encounters again, the mother will be angry, so angry, angry with contempt, as if with a whole human being in the body, with a whole woman, with a whole Lilliputian country, full of anger with a sense of mission.

No one can suppress this anger, with such anger, my mother feels that she can do anything, always will, and my mother despises that arrogance and despises them as the most incompetent manifestations, it is so pathetic, so pathetic.

There is also another kind of incompetence, the kind of incompetence that looks at the oppression of the mother, the kind of survival ability that evolves like a rat crossing the street, which makes the mother want to vomit angrily. So observant, so groveling, it's really sad, it's really tragic, it's really inhuman. The flickering of uncertainty in every sentence is what it looks like, and when my mother sees it, she angrily wants to stop time.

It's ridiculous to be so incompetent, but still want to control your mother.

Could it all be because my mother hasn't spoken? Mom is burdened with these, endured and endured, so mom gave them a sense of victory? Because it is not reflected, only exists in the illusion, that kind of angry expression, has never been seen, so no one knows about the mother's anger, and then they keep whipping the hot prairie like this, all the time with the color of victory, to increase the mother's anger, to consistently want to control the mother, just because they don't know?

No, Mom is so indifferent, as indifferent as drifting ice, they should know. But this is certainly not as good as direct anger, such indifference, like a fool.

They must know that they saw the truth about their mother through their shell, and that naked truth would inspire everyone's desire to conquer. More negation, more repression, more indifference, wanting to fill the puppet of my mother from the inside out with obedience. No one is satisfied with subduing a doll as cold as fire, all wants to be wholeheartedly.

Mom didn't know how long she could fight so silently, how long she could resist this anger. Mom was a little scared, but she felt used to it.

Xiao Xia, Mom's way to calm her anger is to think of you, think of that scene, and think of what you looked like that day. Every time I thought about it, my mother immediately shed tears. That day, my mother cried and said to you and my father that one day, my mother would tell you and tell Xiao Xia that this family broke up because your father cheated on you, and then your mother went crazy. At that time, your father looked up at your mother contemptuously and asked me if you were crazy. You didn't look up at me, you looked at your mother with your spare eyes, and my mother knew that you were pretending not to look up at me. Then my mother cried like this, not hysterically, but loudly, with her hands on the wall and her back hunched. No one in the bright house saw her mother. Your grandmother sat in the restaurant and said, don't you push him anymore, don't you see that he has lost so much weight? Mom continued to cry and keep shouting, I lost so much weight, then I lost so much weight. At this time, you rushed out, you were so small, and when you rushed out, your mother didn't even see you. You're only babbling and talking. But that day, you pushed your mother's legs, held your mother's hand, and said to your mother, is it good to be friends with your grandmother?

Xiao Xia, her mother's heart came to an abrupt end. There will never be any more anger, no hate, Mom just wants to apologize and love you, the torrent of emotions will come to an abrupt end, let it be all bullshit, all abruptly. Xiao Xia, for your sake, everything came to an abrupt end.