Uncle's words really annoyed my father, and it was obvious that my father's eyes were obviously full of anger when he looked at him. At this time, grandma knocked on the chopsticks twice: "This 40-year-old is not better than a young man, a little older, and it is normal to forget some things, besides, what Cao Mu said is not unreasonable." What if Mu Xi's mother has moved over the years? You didn't give a specific location, how did you ask him to answer? So I don't think Cao Mu is to blame for this matter. Also, people you don't have contact with remember what happened many years ago? ”

After the grandmother finished speaking, the uncle stopped talking. If my grandmother hadn't intervened in time to stop it, I think this battle of right and wrong would have been avoidable. During the dinner, the uncle mentioned that he wanted to change his father's job, after all, when he talked about it last time, his grandmother was not present. His father seemed to think that his grandmother would agree with his idea, but when he heard it, his grandmother's attitude was the same as that of Aunt Qin, and she agreed that if changing jobs would be beneficial to her father's development, then it would be okay to change jobs.

After all, this title of director is not for everyone. Although there are too many people sitting on the tiger chair who bow down below, only they know whether they are really comfortable or uncomfortable. In terms of work ability, grandma knows how many pounds and taels her son has. She knew that her father was not capable enough to be qualified for the position of deputy director, so in her heart, she hoped that her father could change to a place that was relatively stable and did not have so many rights and wrongs and interpersonal interactions.

It's just that when Grandma brought it up, Aunt Qin hadn't spoken yet, so her father snatched the words back, and he still said that he had to make his own decisions, and he kept emphasizing that he had no problem in this position. And in reality, the father overestimated himself.

Before entering the Cao family, including just entering the Cao family, for a long time, I thought that my father was actually a very capable person, and this ability, as I mentioned before, was just some external, so-called "ability" given by the Cao family, including interpersonal communication, including some face projects, including many, many other aspects, in fact, it was the same.

Later, I wanted to evaluate my father objectively, but as a result, my father lost the battle just in terms of emotional intelligence. Perhaps, my father himself did not think about being a successful person, but the so-called title of director, in the eyes of others, is naturally successful, in other words, it is synonymous with success. It's just that his father's IQ and EQ are not worthy of this title at all.

Zhang Jing's illness seems to have almost recovered, although it is rejuvenated, but the complexion of the last two days is much better than the previous few days. However, I don't know if it was caused by the crying the night before, or for some other reason, but as a bystander, I can still clearly feel that the relationship between Zhang Jing and Cao Ge has now become precarious. Sometimes, two people will have different attitudes about one thing, and then vent it through words and emotions. Cao Ge showed no enthusiasm at all when he held the quilt to accompany Zhang Jing a few days ago, of course, this care should also be in quotation marks.

Cao Ge was in a state of extreme excitement all night long. She kept repeating that she was going to meet my mother tomorrow and learn to sing, but in fact, I don't know if Cao Ge had this conversation with my mother.

In other words, I don't want to know.

chattered during the banquet, and talked back to his mother's demolition and relocation. Cao Ge seemed worried that her mother would not have a place to live after she moved out of the old house. She kept telling the uncle to ask him tomorrow, which made the uncle smile bitterly.

"If you don't move your second brother, you can only come to bear me, right?" Cao Ge responded with a grin.

After dinner, I went back to the house. When I sat at the desk, I held my schoolbag for a long time and didn't move. All I could think about was that if my mother had to come, I would have preferred her to come during the day so that I could stagger the time to see her.

After thinking about this, I had a question, did I love or hate my mother more than I did at that time? It's like love to the extreme is hate, and hatred to the extreme becomes a complete expression of love. After all, love and hate are two vehicles that complement each other.

At the age of ten, my love and hate for my mother was realized, like a wave, with some smoothness in the middle, but in the end, it still transitioned to a hate word. Later, when I was in Toronto, I told a friend about my journey with my mother and the Cao family. At first, my friend didn't seem to understand my pain, and he kept saying that I was struggling, why did I hate my mother? Hate is hate, love is love, why make yourself so that you don't even know what kind of emotional catharsis you are?

Later, I told him a lot of details, and he realized that the so-called "great love without words" refers to fraternity. In fact, when we are really faced with a lot of family, love, and so on, it is difficult for you not to judge the level of love between a person and you from the details, which is more like a kind of what we often say, looking for the shadow of love.

At that time, I told a friend, and I said that the night before the celebration that was about to begin, when I was only ten years old, I sat alone in the house with which I had an incomprehensible relationship, and it was as if I was out of it. Since I entered Cao's house, I rarely closed the curtains. And this habit was still maintained until I was in my 30s.

I was scared. At first, I was afraid to face some kind of debt to my mother in my heart, or rather, I was afraid that the darkness would assimilate some dark side of my heart, and I didn't want to face it, so I chose to let the light illuminate some unknown place in my heart.

Later, when my mother left me, and left me forever, I gave up sleeping in the shadows altogether. Whether it's a storm, or a spring, summer, autumn or winter, I'm afraid that at any inadvertent moment, my mother will come in through the window to find me.

I've never told anyone else about all this. No one can know that the mentality generated by a situation like me and my mother, especially mine, is actually that I don't want to see my mother trembling in front of many people in the Cao family. This look, in my opinion, is what I, Cao Muxi's mother, should not have.

If you ask me, what kind of person should my mother be? I can't actually say it, but I don't think it should be so humble. Especially in front of my biological father.

His father gave most of his energy and all his emotions to Zhang Jing, and even until the day his father was old, he still didn't think that his lifelong love was wrong. Yes, later, I also told others that everyone has the right to love and be loved, and we, as others, are not qualified and have the right to judge the right and wrong of a person's love, but if your love hurts too many people who bear emotional debts for no reason, then your love is selfish.

However, the father did not seem to understand a little.

His love for Zhang Jing has reached the level of partiality. Even in the eyes of outsiders, it is already higher than Cao Qi as a husband. Of course, people have a dark side, and when we ask our father to sacrifice his love to tolerate and accept Aunt Qin and his mother, who he doesn't love, we are already selfish when we judge my father for violating morality and ethics and leaving me as an illegitimate child, and causing me a certain psychological shadow. After all, everything is divided into two, and while we demand from others, we are also showing our own inner desires.

That night I looked out the window for a long time, and it was long before someone made a noise outside the door that I came back to my senses, opened my bag, and started to do my homework.

That night, I had a dream. I dreamed of my mother in my dream.

I dreamed that my mother, dressed in a beautiful black costume, was teaching Cao to sing opera in the hall of the Cao family. An expression, an action, all in place. I saw my mother and Cao Ge laughing very happily, and my mother jokingly laughed at Cao Ge's inaccurate pronunciation.

It's just a pity for my dreams. Half right, half wrong.

Yes, the relationship between my mother and Cao Ge is indeed much better than I expected, after all, Cao Ge is a woman with thorns all over her body, and I am surprised that she can like my mother. Maybe it's the reason why God has put these women with the same misfortune together.

And the wrong thing in the dream is that my mother did not behave as freely in the Cao family as I dreamed, she was still her old look, and Cao Muxi's mother was the same as before.