"Hey, what?"

"How's it going?"

"Fine, what's wrong? It's okay, I'm hanging! ”

"Nannan, let me tell you, don't talk to me in this tone, and don't look like a daughter......"

"What the hell is going on?" I started to get impatient, and my tone became a little heavy.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, then she sighed and switched back to a relaxed tone.

"How is that brother? Did you take good care of him as a sister? You told him that you don't need to be too nervous about studying, and his teacher said that your brother is fine, and he also said, ah......"

"Then you can call him yourself, I still have to go to class, don't say it, goodbye." I coldly interrupted her and hung up the phone in a hurry.

"Did you quarrel with your mother again?" Zihui walked out of the class, stood next to me, and pulled the corner of my clothes.

I tilted my head and avoided Zihui's concerned gaze. He leaned against the railing of the hallway, crossed his hands, and lay his hands and his whole body on the railing.

"Hey, it is said that mother and daughter have no overnight feud, but how long have you been arguing with your mother!" Zihui turned around and leaned her back against the railing.

"Did you tell your mom about you fainting today?"

I still ignored her, but I felt a little sour on the tip of my nose.

"Look! You don't say it, you don't take the initiative to let your mother come and care about you, but you get angry because she doesn't care about you, you're not ...... Isn't it a contradiction! ”

Seeing that I didn't respond, Zihui continued to chatter.

"But! Your parents have been doing business in other places, and they don't necessarily come home a few times a year, so don't make children angry, you have to understand them! Zihui patted me on the back with her hand, and persuaded in a rusty imitation of the adult's tone.

Understand? I want to understand them, too!

When I was young, they had already left and went to work in other places. They sent me and my brother to my grandmother's house, but at that time they were always worried about me and my brother, so they would come back to see me often, unlike now, when we don't see each other a few times a year.

When I was a child, I would always move a small bench to the window after school and finish my homework, step on the small bench, lie on the window sill, look out, and wait. I didn't want to leave even if my grandmother told me to go to dinner, because when I was a kid, I always thought they would show up on the street corner the next moment. And I've got to see them at first sight, let them see me at first sight, and then I'm going to rush out and give them a big hug.

But later, my wish gradually fell through, and I don't know why the first time they came back, they always had my brother in their eyes. Every time they came back, they would hold their brother in their arms, lift him up in the air, and then hold him and laugh and spin in circles in the air. It made my brother laugh too. And I was on the sidelines, looking at them alone, as if it were like ...... It's like I'm not from this family, and I'm so out of place with them.

Later I found out that every time they came back, they would bring a gift for my brother, and I had nothing. I was also unconvinced, I was unwilling, and I also quarreled with my mother.

But I can only get one "Mom was too anxious to come back, so I forgot." Next time...... Mom will definitely make up for the gift next time. Answer. And I could only lower my head, pout, and shed tears of grievance.

Whenever they were about to leave, my mother would come up to me, crouch down, and gently touch my head.

And my eyes are full of expectations for her, even a light kiss, even a word of comfort, even a word of advice can make little me happy!

"Mom is leaving, you are an older sister, you have to take care of your brother at home!"

I've heard this answer thousands of times, tens of thousands of times. Such an answer has long extinguished all my expectations for my mother, and that expectation has long since turned into a luxury.

When I was a child, I often hid in the middle of the night, often hiding under the covers, and sobbing silently alone. I don't understand, I don't understand why I'm like a transparent person in their eyes, I don't understand why they only have a younger brother in their hearts.

But after crying for a long time, I cried too much, and I became numb. I can only bury that luxury in my heart.

I still expect them to go deep into my heart, to understand me, to understand my extravagant desires.

But I'm afraid that this expectation will turn into the next luxury.

"Eh, what do you want!" Zihui patted my arm.

Pulled me back from the terrible dark memories.

"I didn't ...... Nothing," I forced a smile at her.

Maybe it's early autumn! I stood in the hallway, feeling a great chill, a chill to the bottom of my heart. It tastes bad......