So, this first lunch together came to a successful end in Cao Cancan's grinning heart. At least, Cao Cancan is satisfied. Kan Tao doesn't see any likes and dislikes for this Cao Cancan, if it is purely from the perspective of improving the quality of eating, then he seems to be very willing to Cao Cancan, after all, we were all young at that time, our minds will not be so complicated, simple needs and preferences are everything.

At noon on the third day, Cao Cancan brought several of his own notes and gave them to Kan Tao. Kan Tao was surprised and happy. Oh, I forgot to say that he studied better than me and belonged to the very smart kind of student, and I, at least I didn't think I belonged to the very stupid kind, but the whole study career was a confused account, this account, when I was a child, I blamed it on the external conditions given by my parents, and later, I understood, or my own reasons.

On that day, when Cao Cancan brought food to the classroom in large boxes and small boxes, I suddenly remembered that it happened to be my mother's birthday. When Kan Tao handed me the chopsticks, I was still frowning and thinking about whether I should go home to see my mother, after all, the school was very close to the old house.

"Hey! Cao Muxi! I said, your dementia is still intermittent, you were fine at noon yesterday, and today you start to be stupid again. No, chopsticks! "I took it, because I had something in my heart, and my eyes didn't see it, and the chopsticks fell directly to the ground.

"I'll go, I'll take you, Cao Muxi, if you take a leave of absence in the afternoon, I'll send you to the hospital to check, is it a precursor to Alzheimer's disease?" Kan Tao kept talking beside me, and those humorous humors couldn't get into my ears at all, let alone funny. Cao Cancan shouted Kan Tao: "She may have something on her mind, she won't eat, just eat it later, let's eat." You see, I got a little yellow croaker today, and I remember the day you said you love fish! ”

"What's on your mind? What's on your mind, a big kid? Funny. ”

"Eat, eat." Cao Cancan said as he clipped one to Kan Tao and put it in the lunch box.

In my head, two words were spinning rapidly, go, go. I took a bite of greens, stuffed them into my mouth in slow motion, and after two chews, I bit my lip. I let out an "oops" in pain, Kan Tao turned his head and saw that there was a little blood on my mouth: "Cao Muxi, why can't you think about it so much?" I'm going to bite my tongue and kill myself! As he spoke, he took out a tissue and handed it to me. I looked at the array of sumptuous lunches on the table, and suddenly my nose was a little sour.

Before going to Cao's house, my mother's birthday was the same as usual every year, she never bought herself a gift, and she never tasted the birthday cake. On someone else's birthday, she may receive flowers from her lover, blessings from friends, hugs from relatives, etc., but her mother always takes out her grandmother's relics to look at them for a long time on her birthday.

I was shocked, the chain was in my possession. So, this year, isn't my mother even missing the objects that she can see and think about? I don't know if Aunt Qin's birthday has been celebrated by my father, and if not, then these two women, in my place, the level of sorrow has risen again.

I put down my chopsticks, packed up my things in a panic, and said as I walked out the door, "I have something to do, you can eat, don't wait for me." After speaking, he rushed out of the classroom with an arrow, and he didn't hear Kan Tao shouting behind him.

I walked very fast, and when I crossed the street, I seemed to be running past. I don't know what I'm anxious about, didn't the two slaps break the connection? What's the hurry? I consoled myself that I was just going to see my mother, just to see it, just to take a look.

Under the old house, I met a few old neighbors who I hadn't seen for a few days: "Yo! Isn't this Mu Xi! When will Duo Zhanzi come back? Your mother, guess (about to touch) because you went, very lonely (uncomfortable, sad), eh, lately, there is less talk! I smiled and ran upstairs. I didn't hear what the old neighbor behind me was still talking about, but those words just now made my feet when I stepped into the house less relaxed than when I came.

The last time I was back here, it was summer vacation. In the blink of an eye, it's been a month and a half. The outer staircase may be due to the dry weather, and some of the edges of the wooden planks have cracked and cracked, and if you step on it, you are always worried that it will slip through. My mother put a small stool in front of the door, and on the stairs facing the door, I raised my feet and went upstairs, and I looked at the appendage with my mother's anxious time, and I seemed to see my mother sitting there picking beans, knitting sweaters, and repairing the temples of reading glasses.

In the communal kitchen, I met the woman. Still dressed as usual, she didn't know what was stir-frying in the pot, and the smoke choked her head sideways and coughed twice into the air, and looked up at me standing at the top of the stairs. The mother didn't seem to recognize it at that glance, and then turned back to work. It was only after moving the shovel twice, and suddenly she turned her head, looked at it again with wide eyes, and after making sure it was me, my mother's feet rose and fell on the spot, and she hurriedly turned off the fire, and put her hands on her apron and wiped them again and again. I felt my mother want to laugh and cry, to run to me, but to hesitate.

should be the closest two people in the world, but I didn't expect that the days of getting along day and night were opened up by the distance in space.

I admit that I was stubborn, even if I was standing opposite my mother, even though I was obviously coming to see her, I still acted unfazed. I don't know why I'm trying to be so strong in front of my mother, and what's the point? In short, the choked "mother" in the throat has been blocked alive for several years.

When my mother put the food on a plate, she brought two bowls. I sat at the table and looked at my mother's masterpiece, which was nothing more than leftovers from last night.

"I don't know if you came here today, at home, there are no eggs at home, did you not eat them? I'll go down and buy some food, you wait, wait. With that, he panicked and went from behind the door to get her little black purse.

I sat on the chair and stared blankly at the food on the plate, and suddenly felt that compared with Cao Cancan's lunch, my mother's food was really inferior to the pet treatment of rich people. Because of the limited conditions and the lack of a refrigerator, it is unknown whether the mother's overnight meal is bad or not. There were still half of the leftover salted duck eggs on the table, and looking at the color of the egg whites exposed to the air, it must have been a few days.

As my mother went downstairs and passed through the alley, I heard an old neighbor greet her and say he had seen me. The mother happily replied, "Well, the girl remembers my birthday, remembers my birthday." ”

I sat alone in this familiar and unfamiliar place like a fool, and after staying in Cao's house for some time, I returned to this home again, feeling more and more depressed and gloomy. What I didn't take is still in its place. I glanced down at the bowl, there were still water stains that had not dried up in the one I used alone, could it be that my mother would practice the scene of Cao Muxirong's return to her hometown every day in my absence? No, if there is really that day, my mother hopes that I am, Liu Muxi.

The mother quickly went upstairs and began to do her busy meal.

I stood behind the door and looked obliquely through the glass at my mother, who seemed to be haggard again, and old, and I saw that the buckle of the gown she wore was no longer loose against her skin.

"Eat it. Serve hot. Mother said as she looked at the table while serving the food. I picked up my chopsticks, took a bite of the egg, chewed it for a long time, and swallowed it. The strangeness of being in close contact with my mother still made me feel very uncomfortable. I can perceive it, Mother, there are some, too.

I have told others that my hatred for my mother is in the right ventricle of the heart, but the kind of family love that flows through blood is in the left atrium.

The left atrium is precisely the closest place to the bottom of the heart.