After leaving Cao's house that day, I don't know how they handled this incident. That night, my mind was so disorganized that I didn't want to think about anything, and I fell asleep in a daze.

When I got up, I found that my mother had made dumplings. I slept soundly, and I didn't know when she got up and did this, but it didn't really mean anything to me. I glanced at the table, turned around and went to brush my teeth. My mother opened her mouth to say something, but when she saw my indifference, she finally had to close it again. I walked past my mother sideways, deliberately, without touching her. The mother held the rice bowl with dumplings in her left hand and chopsticks in her right hand, and froze at the dilapidated dining table.

I actually understood in my heart why my mother made dumplings for me that morning. In the Northeast, there is an old saying that the dumplings on the horse and the noodles on the horse are to please the winner. And I just rejected my mother's kindness, for me, the color is good or bad, leaving my mother, leaving that depressed home, is good, if I don't leave, eating 100 meals will not help.

After brushing my teeth, I came in through the door and saw my mother still standing there, her eyes staring straight at the table. I subconsciously coughed lightly, and my mother came back to her senses, glanced back at me, and knew that I was done, so she went into the bedroom and opened the closet to pick up the luggage that had been wrapped for me yesterday. So, I saw the beautiful piece of cloth again.

When she was about to go out, her mother panicked and seemed to suddenly remember something, and entered the house wearing black lace-up flannel shoes. I stood outside the door waiting for her, and through the glass on the wall, I saw my mother carefully open the bound package and put something inside.

I had no interest in it, just watched indifferently at what was happening in front of me.

After the mother finished it, she carefully put the package on her arm and went out.

Downstairs in the old building, I met a few old neighbors chatting. "Yo! Mu Xi's mother, this is going on an outing! How to get a big bag and a small bag! ”

The mother smiled awkwardly and coped with a few words, "Uh-huh, uh-huh." And he fled out of the alley. Due to his panicked steps, he hit his head on the old plane tree at the entrance of the alley. My mother cried out in pain, and I looked back in front of me to see that my mother's forehead was red. But I didn't come forward to care, let alone comfort, and I didn't even want to move back a little more, so I waited coldly for my mother to deal with it herself.

When I returned home from Toronto in 2014, as I walked to the plane tree, I touched my mother's red forehead with my hand. I think that at that moment, Sycamore will be more sad than my mother's heart. Because, it is angry with my stupidity and ignorance, this nearly 100-year-old tree, all of them are spiritual, it knows my future, and it will hate my current self after all. I stroked the thick trunk of the tree, and I wanted to tell it that if you could speak, maybe my mother's future and I would be different.

In order to shorten the time I spent walking with my mother, I chose to take the bus. Along the way, I kept silent and my eyes wandered. Actually, now with my mother's side, I still feel uneasy. I don't know what I'm worried about, maybe it's me, maybe it's my mother.

When I arrived at the door of Cao's house again, the door was not closed. I was no longer as frightened as I was yesterday, pushed the door open, and walked ahead of my mother. There were obviously more cars in the courtyard than yesterday, and at this time, the Cao family was feasting guests. When I walked through the huge courtyard and passed by a few beautiful cars that I had never seen before, the gate of the main building of the Cao family was already close to me. I went up two steps and heard a commotion in the room. I reached out to open the door, hesitated for a few seconds before withdrawing.

I didn't know if I should go in or what I would say when I went in, until my mother came up behind me. She also heard movement in the Cao family's house. I kept looking sideways into the distance, and I caught a glimpse of my mother looking at me and rang the doorbell on the door. Soon, someone came to open the door, and it was the same maid from yesterday. When she opened the door to see us, she was visibly stunned for a moment, and then she flashed in embarrassment, leaving a gap for us to enter.

After entering the door, she tried to lead us up another side staircase leading upstairs, but unexpectedly, my bag on my mother's arm bumped into a woman who was going to the banquet, and the champagne glass in the woman's hand tilted instantly, and the wine spilled the woman's body, and the whole front was wet. Due to the force of the impact behind her, the woman did not stand firmly, and pushed to another female partner who was traveling with her. I turned back when I heard two exclamations from behind me, but when I turned around, I saw my mother's panicked gaze and the other's expression of anger and disgust.

The mother looked groveling again, and apologized again and again. Although this kind of thing, there seems to be no other way than to apologize, after all, in the status of no money and no power, it is inherently cautious, but the same thing happens to people with a disparity in rank, and you will magnify your fear by more than 10 times. But my mother's cowardly appearance still made me rush to the top of my head with a fire.

Suddenly, one of the people came from afar like a mother, and I fixed my eyes on it, and it was my father.

After glancing at his mother, the father turned to apologize to the two friends: "My distant relatives have stayed overnight for a while. You see, I'm sorry. Go back, I'll ask Xiaoqin to buy you the same one and send it to you. Don't be angry. ”

The mother looked up at the man who had relieved her and was stunned, perhaps, she regarded this kind of behavior as love? Now that I think about it, it's naïve enough.

The father turned his head to the maid and said, "Mother Wu, you take them upstairs, and I will deal with it here." Wu's mother said yes again and again. So, she turned around to take my hand, and saw that my mother was still staring at my father behind me, and Wu's mother was anxious, so she walked quickly to her mother, put her arm around her shoulders, and pulled her to the side of the road. The mother seemed to be a little frightened by what had just happened, and walked and staggered.

Just as we were about to go up the side stairs, near the table on the stairs, a man in a suit suddenly pointed to his mother and said, "Eh, aren't you the Rong Jiaoer of the Merlin Theater?" Hey, how did you get here? Hey! Cao Mu, do you remember? Many years ago, you loved to listen to her plays. Did you invite it? Really, I'm thinner than in previous years. Do you still sing? ”

The gentleman's words made the guests present calm down again. I saw that my mother was obviously panicked, and my father was also very embarrassed at the door where the incident had just happened.

This situation aroused some of my interest, especially when he shouted "Hey! Cao Mu! ”

When it comes to my background, my mother doesn't say much. For the 90s, the term illegitimate child was not yet popular. And I never thought about the complicated relationship between my mother and father. I used to think that my father divorced my mother, leaving me and my mother to live alone. And when I entered the door of Cao's house, there were too many things that happened, so I didn't have the energy to think about the chaos between adults.

I stood in front of the stairs, and suddenly my head turned, as if I had discovered some new world, and I began to connect the series of events.

Cao Cancan is older than me, and besides, how could Aunt Qin let her husband's daughter in the early stage enter the house to live together? Besides, grandma lied?

Don't......

Am I the one my father can't make public?!