Mom said it might be a prank, and next time remember to ask who is outside before opening the door.

I slowly walked out of the hallway, I wanted to shout something. But I found that I couldn't speak, so I stretched out my hand and appeared in the hallway.

There was an uncle, and the little boy pointed to me in the hallway and said in French.

Mom looked in my direction and stopped closing the door.

What uncle? Daddy's voice came from the room.

I don't know why I was nervous.

The person knocking on the door next door, the baby heard it wrong. You take care of the baby, I'll go out and buy something by the way. The mother said in French, and then nudged the little boy.

The little boy obediently walked into the room, and his mother touched his pocket and closed the door.

I'm familiar with this action, and my mother will check to see if she has a key with her before going out.

I didn't leave, I stood there a little dazed.

Mom walked over slowly and whispered, "Jock? ”

This time it's Chinese, familiar Chinese.

I nodded, but didn't say a word.

Mom ran up to me, and I thought there would be at least a hug.

Mom took me by the hand and got on the elevator and went to the top floor.

All this was something I didn't expect.

On the balcony on the top floor, my mother looked at me and didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Why don't you find a different place to talk? It's windy here. I said, taken aback by the sudden operation.

Mom shook her head and said, "It's good here, let's talk here." ”

"Are you doing?" I said, I really don't know what other words to start with at this moment.

"Very good, Dad recently found a small tumor in his kidney." Mom said.

"You're not going to tell him about today, are you?" I said.

"Him?" Mom said.

"Dad." I said.

"No, no, no." Mom said and touched her pocket, took out her purse, and grabbed it empty.

My mother had more than a dozen pens and paper in her hand, and it seemed that a handful of any denomination had been stuffed into my hand.

I can't react to anything.

"What?" I said.

"You take the money, it's been six years. Where have you been all these six years? Mom cried.

I pushed the money back and said, "I'm fine, rich. I became a chef, a very good chef. ”

Mom didn't speak, just looked at me. Tears were streaming and I wanted to cry along.

It's a pity that I have no tears, it seems that I have worked hard before.

"I'm not here for the money, I want you to tell me the social security number. Also give me a certificate that I need an ID. I said.

Mom nodded her head and said, "If you come to me at this time tomorrow, I'll do it for you." ”

"Don't let him know about all this." I said.

Mom took out her phone and said, "Leave me a number." ”

I pulled out my phone, thought about the past and deleted the number.

Mom saved the number, and her ugly face became a little happy.

I thought and said, "By the way, who is that little boy?" ”

Mom was silent for a moment and said, "It's your brother." ”

"How old are you?" I thought and said.

Mom said in a slur manner: "Six years old, very well-behaved."

My mind was clouded, and a lot of thoughts came to my head in an instant.

I have a six-year-old brother, so my dad beat me at that time. When I ran away from home, my brother was in my mother's womb.