Mom didn't expect me to ask her this, and couldn't help but be angry and funny: "How can you talk like this child?" I'm not your mother, who is it? Could it be Juanjuan's mother next door? You must be my daughter, my dear daughter, unless you don't admit it. ”

Looking at my mother's dissatisfied look, I couldn't help but want to get angry.

"Since you know we're mother and daughter, why didn't you tell me you were sick? I am your daughter and I have an obligation and responsibility to take care of you. ”

My categorical words made my mother immediately understand the meaning, and she stammered and explained: "You, you are not in good health, I am afraid that you will be tired, and besides, you still have to go to work and take care of the children." ”

"Trouble me? Who am I? I'm your daughter, we're mothers and daughters! ”

I knew that my mother didn't want to worry about me, and she didn't want me to worry about it, so she went to the hospital by herself, but I was more worried about her.

I wanted to say it again, but my mother's cautious eyes immediately softened.

Alas! Mom just wants to make me happy.

In fact, I wanted to see her for a long time, but I was frail and sickly and caught a cold, and I was afraid that I would infect my mother, who had not yet healed from my eye injury, so I could only tell my mother by calling to tell me how much I missed my mother.

It's really strange, my mother has always been punctual, no matter who she meets, she will arrive at the agreed place on time and never be late. But it's all this time today, and it hasn't come yet? Still having lunch at three o'clock? She didn't answer the phone, what the hell was she doing......

Between thoughts, my mind became more and more disturbed, and the more disturbed I was, the more I couldn't calm down, so I walked to the table and picked up a fruit candy and put it in my mouth.

In the midst of anxious and anxious waiting, I suddenly remembered that my mother asked me to teach her how to use WeChat, and she said it several times. After she finished talking at that time, I taught her how to operate, but she couldn't remember it back and forth, and I didn't have the patience to teach it.

Mom didn't get angry when she didn't call her, but ran to the after-sales service to ask the staff in person. Now that I think about it, I feel like I really shouldn't have it.

Mom is in her sixties, and learning how to operate the function of a smart phone must be slow, and I have no patience with her, so I should really slap myself in the mouth.

There is a way, I can draw a "WeChat usage instruction map" for my mother, so that it will be much easier for her to learn, if you forget which step to look at the picture.

Thinking of this, I immediately found out the paper and pen to write and draw, and used a red pen to mark and explain the key points.

More than an hour passed, and the picture was finally drawn.

I looked at the "WeChat Instruction Map" I made by myself, and the guilt in my heart was also reduced.

However, my mother hasn't come yet.

Nothing will happen, will it?!

Suddenly, the thought popped into my head, followed by inexplicable anxiety.

No, I'm going back and see!

Hurriedly changed clothes, and carefully folded the "WeChat Instruction Map" into a close pocket. This can't be broken, and you have to take it home to make it look good.

As I was about to leave the door, a rapid phone rang suddenly, and I shuddered.

I took out my phone and took a look, and the familiar number came from my father's mobile phone. I just talked to my dad in the morning, exchanged greetings and reported safety, knowing that each other was safe and sound, but why did I call again now? Something's wrong, right?

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and my heart beat violently, and the foreboding made me panic.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

frowned, pressed the answer button uneasily, and his hands were shaking unconsciously.

"Wenwen, you go to the emergency department of the city hospital immediately, your mother is a little uncomfortable......"

Dad's tone was as usual, and there was no sense of panic, but I could still hear a tremor that I couldn't hide.

Dad didn't say Mom was uncomfortable, which made my uneasiness even stronger.