My mother came home that night without even cooking or talking to me. I kept myself locked in my bedroom, and I didn't know what my mother was thinking on the side of the door. Perhaps, she was angry at my daughter's misbehaps, or she was alone worried about the settlement of the compensation, or she didn't think about anything, just like when I yelled at her two years ago and scolded her for being incompetent and unable to give me a superior life.

The annoyance and resentment in my heart had made me have no time to take care of my mother's emotions at that time, I was just full of the three words unfair, completely unaware that unfairness was even more cruel to my mother.

I don't know what time it was, but I just knew that after a long time of darkness, my stomach was growling with hunger. I endured it because my stubbornness made me not want to push open the physical door between me and my mother first. In fact, even if my mother said the first thing to me at that time, the door of my soul between me and my mother was thrown away by my fixed philistine opinion, and it could never be opened.

After struggling for a long time, physiological hunger eventually prevailed. Reluctantly, I dragged my shoes and walked to the door one step at a time. I hesitated when I reached out to touch the doorknob, which had been mottled by the erosion of time.

Now that I think about it, maybe, God made me hesitate, not because of the self-esteem that I was fighting with my own mother, but because I was afraid that I would open the door and see my mother's equally fragmented love.

I gently turned the doorknob that tugged at my pride, for fear that an inattentive sound would shatter my worthless face. In the old house where my mother and I lived, the kitchen was communal. I deceived myself into trying to get around my mother's sight, forgetting that the layout of the house dictated that there was nothing else I could do unless I flew out of the window.

When I opened the door, I didn't see my mother, which put my hanging heart down. Before I could walk out the door, the moment I passed the corner of the table, I screamed!

There was no light in the house, and it was still cloudy and dark that night. Next to the chair near the doorway, a dark shadow curled up into a ball! When I calmed my heartbeat, I realized it was my mother! However, my mother's eyes were glazed over, and even my screams didn't make her turn her head to look at me! I once thought that my mother had suffered an accident due to physical discomfort, but when I saw the unusual frequency of blinking, I was relieved. But the sudden shock also made me run away from all my hunger, so I simply turned around and went into the house.

Later, all the things that happened to me made it clear to me that people can only empty themselves in an extremely emotional state, so that they are not accompanied by words and tears. My mother, who was sitting on the floor that day, I thought, should have curled herself up in a dark corner, because she had no sense of security, and she should have used the night as a shelter for her emotions. It's just that the mother's hard shell is ruthlessly stripped layer by layer, and this is just the beginning.

That night, I don't know if my mother ever came back to bed, I slept lifelessly, and when I woke up in the morning, there were eggs, lunch, cups, and water on the table, but there was no mother.

I don't really care where my mother went, I just saw a few familiar things, and I felt a lot more at ease. Then his mind was full of how to face Kan Tao and the teacher's coercion today.

As expected, Kan Tao didn't say a word to me throughout the day. I didn't care about that, but the teacher asked me twice for my home address, which made me feel bad.

After school that day, I went home in a huff, but I hadn't seen my mother yet. It made my heart start to hairy. I put down my bag and asked my mother's familiar neighbor card friends, but everyone said they didn't know. I started to panic.

At that time, the reasonable explanation I gave for my panicked state of mind was that my mother would be unwell and had an accident. In fact, I have been using my outer composure to hide my inner panic, and this panic is called, fear of losing.

I didn't dare to go too far, I was afraid that I would lose it at the same time, and my mother suddenly came back and I didn't find it. I was so anxious that I couldn't sit still. I thought about all the misfortunes that my mother might encounter, and deliberately bypassed the scenario of separation.

As I sat down in my chair, the door clicked open. Mother is back. I got up from my chair and hurriedly asked, "Where have you been?" The mother did not answer. I thought my mother was still angry because of what happened yesterday, so I didn't think much about my mother's attitude.

And when I saw my mother at this time, my hanging heart fell to the ground. Suddenly, I took a closer look at my mother. The mother's hair was disheveled, her clothes were not as neat as usual, and her eyes seemed to show signs of crying.

I poured my mother a glass of water and brought it to her. The mother did not drink. I cautiously asked my mother, "Fa, what's wrong?" "Because of my uneasiness, a few words were broken by what I said.

Mother shook her head and went inside. He didn't take off his shoes, but lay on the bed, his legs curled up.

My mother is a clean-minded person, and this behavior makes me even more overwhelmed. I didn't dare to approach her, let alone disturb her. I closed the door and went to the outhouse to do my homework.

Maybe in the hearts of children, adults are invincible, and it will be good to sleep for big things. So, since I didn't ask anything, let's wait for my mother to heal herself the next day.

Soon, the sun kissed the side of my bed. I opened my eyes and saw the familiar pillow next to my head, with a few strands of my mother's gray hair on it. I got up, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. When I suddenly realized that I was late, I shouted, "Mom! Why didn't you call me? So he grabbed his schoolbag and ran out.

When I passed by my mother's side, she grabbed me: "I don't go to school today, I have already asked the teacher for leave." ”

"Leave? When was it invited? Are you sure? ”

"Hmm." The mother did not raise her head, but whispered.

"Don't go to school? Where to? ”

"I've paid for the kid you scratched."

"Paid? When was it paid? How did the money come from? "I threw a lot of topics at my mother, but she didn't answer them positively. I'm confused.

"After eating, I'll take you to a place to meet someone."

"See people? Who? ”

"Your father, Cao Mu."