Chapter 7: Mother's Dissatisfaction

still remembers the night she won the championship, she slipped out early, wanting to surprise Lin Quan, but in the end she gave herself a Black Friday.

Breaking free from the constraints of the meal, she ran home briskly. The ubiquitous sound of insects chirping on summer nights gave her a brief soothing heart, and the street lamps around her were like stars embedded in the night sky. She looked up and counted the stars in the sky, the buildings along the road, and the houses with the lights on.

She saw her lights come on.

Could it be that my mother has come home?

That's great.

In the last two hundred meters, she ran wildly.

"Eh, my God, you won the gold medal again in this competition, tsk, my family Ah Chuan just doesn't study well, look at her, don't you usually walk with you, how can you not improve, and now you can't even compare your talent. Look at this point, this girl won't go home, and when she comes back, I have to talk about her, how can she be so lazy. ”

As soon as he walked downstairs, Jiang Chuan heard his mother's envious tone.

She always did.

The violently beating heart slowed down a beat, and it hesitated to go upstairs until the topic ended.

The sensor lights on the stairs are good and bad, and in the dim light, you can only see the stairs at the bottom of your feet. She climbed up with her head down, her footsteps getting quieter, and the lights went out.

"Do you have to walk up the stairs for a year?"

A familiar voice came coldly overhead.

Look up, the lights are on.

It's what she likes.

"You~"

"Your mother is back, get ready, you are still behind us in the final exam of this semester."

"I'm not going to ask what you did over the weekend, but I've already explained your situation to your mother, so ask for more blessings!"

Oh, the girl is like eating a sugar-coated pill. Sweetness is just an illusion, bitterness is what it is. Watching the boy leave, Jiang Chuan felt like he was on a roller coaster. After a moment of silence, she chuckled, tears welling up in her eyes. The girl laughed at herself in her heart, nervous about something.

When she entered the house, her mother's face was a little ugly. Her mother looked at her, and then stopped. Jiang Chuan looked back at her and looked at each other speechlessly.

I don't know since when the news between them needs to be conveyed by someone else. The strangeness is like a crack getting wider and wider. After brewing for a long time, Yao Ting said the first sentence of the night before going to bed, "Do you really want to stay here to study, don't you go with us?" ”

"Why do you want to go over", she turned her back to her mother, "after so many years, is it interesting to always move around?" If you want to go over there to work, go ahead, I can take care of myself. ”

The girl's stubborn back made her feel a little distressed, and the child couldn't manage a lot of things when she grew up. But that sense of responsibility as a mother made her ruthless.

"Hey, then it's up to you, but if something goes wrong with your studies, you can't help it."

But she is still young, and some detours are unacceptable. Yao Ting spoke seriously, although the child is not around, she still has to take care of this.

Jiang Chuan heard the familiar tone, and it was her disgusted. Habitual arrogance, unwarranted accusations.

"It's been so long since you care about me like that, don't you?"

There was a thick mockery in her tone, and the girl's body trembled slightly, holding back tears. Every time there was a confrontation, Jiang Chuan didn't get half of the benefits. always couldn't hold back her tears, Yao Ting felt that she was playing with a child's temper, and crying was just a sign of immaturity.

"Impossible."

The corners of the girl's mouth twitched, and she struggled to control her somewhat trembling voice, tears quietly sliding down.

"Hey, don't be so tough, you're still young."

"yes, that's not bothering you. I've got my own measure. ”

Bang, the door was slammed shut.

A thin plank separates two worlds.