Sophie really didn't expect this woman to be so crazy after being drunk, and she couldn't stop going crazy. She could only be glad that the woman hadn't smashed the things in the store during this time.

"Mom, let's go, there are so many people watching here." Karl restrained the woman's arms. Although he is a junior, a boy of this age is almost developed, and his strength is enough to hold a middle-aged woman who is drunk and crazy.

"Hold me! The old lady can live a good life by herself! "It's funny that the is writhing trying to break free. She finally broke free of one hand, and immediately twisted it on Carl's arm, leaving a blue mark immediately.

Carl seemed to be used to it, not at all annoyed, and grabbed both fucking wrists again, pulling her into his arms, and turned sideways to block the view of onlookers.

"The old lady is not drunk! The old lady will go by herself! So said that, but the woman took a step forward, and her body went as soft as mud. If Carl hadn't been holding her wrist, she would have fallen to the ground by now.

"Okay, okay, good girl, don't make trouble."

Karl lifted the woman up, hugged her tightly in his arms, and touched her head like a child. I don't know, I thought it was an awkward little couple.

This drunken woman still eats this very much, she "snorted" and quieted down.

She also had to be quiet, after making trouble for so long, her physical strength was already at the limit. Her eyes closed one by one, and finally she couldn't hold back her sleepiness, so she put her head on Karl's chest, closed her delicate eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Sophie really didn't expect Carl, who has always been off the line, to have such a delicate side, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Carl scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's a compliment." Sophie hurriedly covered up.

Karl was confused: "Huh? Is laughter a compliment? ”

Sophie had to change the subject: "Your mother is really energetic." She said it very tactfully.

Carl also knew what Sophie meant, scratched his head and said, "I usually don't allow her to drink, but now I can't see her even now that I'm living on campus." It's like this when she drinks, and I'm used to it. Who made her my mother? ”

"Family......" A look of loneliness flashed across Sophie's face.

She quickly changed her smile again: "But it seems that your mother has indeed been holding back for too long." She has always said that today is a 'good day', could it be that today is a special anniversary, so worthy of her joy? This time, I secretly went out to drink behind your back? ”

"Anniversary......" Sophie's words reminded Carl that he seemed to have something in mind, "Ah, probably so." Hahahaha. I'll keep an eye on it at this time in the future. His eyes dodged, as if he wanted to just fool around casually.

At this moment, Karl felt as if he had been struck in the chest, and when he looked over, his mother fell asleep as if she had done nothing.

"Then, senior, let's go first. It's been a time of trouble for you. Really, I'm sorry. ”

Carl picked his mother up. The woman, who had been crazy a moment ago, was now completely asleep, and could hear her breathing steadily, and she was even unconsciously biting her thumb, like a curled up baby.

Carl took his mother's hand off to keep her from biting her fingers, and then asked Sophie to help put her coat over his mother.

This woman was really crazy just now, she didn't pay attention to her image at all, the button of her shirt broke at some point, and the collar was crumpled and didn't know where it went, faintly revealing a good spring. Now, all of this is obscured by Carl's coat.

Messy strands of hair were scattered across the woman's cheeks, and a closer look revealed the melasma hidden beneath the foundation and the fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. She slept quietly, as if she had thought of something happy, and the corners of her mouth naturally raised, but it still could not hide the haggard beneath her skin.

It's true that she's not young anymore.

Carl stopped talking, apparently not wanting to wake his mother. He looked apologetic and begged Sophie to open the shop for him, and now he couldn't spare his hand.

Sophie sent Carl out of the store, watching Carl's broad back fade away before disappearing into the darkness of the night.

"That's nice."

She muttered to herself, her eyes lowered.

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Carl struggled to adjust his posture and twisted his hips, finally allowing the terminal in his pocket to sweep the door open. With a "drop", the safety lock was unlocked, and the door popped open.

He opened the door with his foot, stuck himself inside, and prevented the door from closing quickly.

Carl just carried his mother into the house where he hadn't been back for a week.

He's always lived on campus, and he used to go home once a week when he was in junior and intermediate schools, but now he's just moved on to senior school, and he's busy with both school classes and the Ex-ball team. I didn't want to come back this weekend, and the original plan was to squeeze out to train for next week's MEC audition.

Unexpectedly, he stepped into the house again because of this kind of thing.

Carl, Carl, you're really nervous, you should have expected a day like today, mom is going to go out and go crazy, you should be prepared.

The house was dark and rumbling, very deserted, and the moment he stepped into the house, the corridor lights automatically lit up, and the soft light of the light yellow gave the house a little bit of a home feeling.

I don't know how long it has been since there was any ventilation in the house, and the air was very dull, obviously a little hotter than outside.

Carl gently put his mother on the bed, and was finally able to free his hands and feet to open the window for ventilation. There were also takeaway boxes that had accumulated in the trash for several days and were not thrown away, and some smells wafted out of them. Carl pressed a button, and four small wheels suddenly formed under the trash can, "grunting" out of the house, automatically packing the trash and sending it to the garbage collection point.

Carl took out his terminal and sent a message to Ke Yuan, telling him that he wouldn't be able to go back to the dormitory tonight.

When all this was done, Carl didn't know what to do.

The night breeze suddenly lifted the curtains and blew the choking smell of alcohol from his mother's body into his nostrils.

Then the wind rested again, leaving a silence.

It's a dead silence.

With his mother like this, he couldn't go to his bedroom to sleep in peace now, and Carl really had nothing to do, so he began to tidy up the things in the room.

His mother had always been informal and liked to throw things around. One by one, Carl picked up the dresses scattered on the floor, folded them, and wanted to put them in his closet. However, when he opened the closet, he realized that the wardrobe had been used by his mother as a utility cupboard, and it was so full of messes that there was no way to fit the dresses.

It was then that Carl saw a picture frame hidden in the corner of the closet.

It's rare to see this kind of printed and framed photograph now, and it's full of those electronic frames, which are projected on a crystal plate to form an image through cold data. In this era, what can be printed as a physical photo must be a very commemorative and collectible picture.

In the frame is a picture of a young boy and his parents, a family of three who have just watched an Ex-ball match and should have been very happy.

The boy was holding a physical ball memorabilia of an Ex-ball. He was still in the process of changing his teeth, and his teeth had missed a few gaps, but that didn't stop him from grinning.

The woman in the photo is still very young and radiant, and there is clearly infinite anticipation for the future life in her eyes.

The man standing behind the boy and the woman is clearly the one in the family who plays the role of "father". He is tall, his waist is straight, even if he is a casual shirt, he is meticulously dressed, and his aura is very calm.

However, the father's face was torn off, leaving a blank space.

"Hmm......"

Carl was in a trance, and his mother, who was lying on the bed, finally moved.

He hurriedly closed the cabinet door, allowing the picture to sink back into the dark seal.

“…… I'm home? ”

His mother tried to keep her eyes open, trying to brace herself up. She had just woken up, and now she had a splitting headache and could see everything vaguely.

After she woke up, she was quite normal, and she didn't want the kind of person who would go crazy anytime and anywhere. She looked around blankly, trying to remember what had happened, but she couldn't remember anything.

"Hmm."

Carl answered, then poured her a glass of water.

Mother took the glass. "I'm sorry, Carl, I'm bothering you again this time. I'm really not a good mother......"

"Don't think about it." Carl shook his head.

He wanted to comfort him a few more words, but his mother suddenly asked, "Are you still playing that Ex-ball?" ”

Carl hesitated slightly, then nodded.

"So, you're still writing that broken program?" Mother asked again, with a slight sneer in her tone.

Karl stopped talking.

In the silence, only the sound of my mother sluping water could be heard.

Seeing Carl's reaction, she obviously already had the answer in her heart.

"It's not early, you can go to bed too."

She crumpled the paper cup into a ball and threw it into the trash can, but she couldn't throw it, and the paper cup fell on the outside of the trash can. She didn't care, she just lay down on her side, her back to Carl.

Carl froze for a few seconds, then finally scratched his head and grinned at his standard smile, even though his mother didn't look at him.

"Good night."

He extinguished the lights.