NO.18

When I opened the door, the steaming meal was on the table, but I didn't have any appetite at all.

In addition to homework, there are two reviews to be written, and I guess I won't be able to close my eyes before 3 a.m.

But that's nothing compared to notifying parents that your child has committed an accident and that you have to go to the next day.

"I'm full." After quickly taking two bites of rice, I got up and went back to my room.

Thinking that the only time I have been actively writing on the desk for more than ten years is for such a vicious teenager, I really can't help but feel a little desolate.

My mom walked into the room with a tray of meals and placed it on my desk.

"Thank you, Mom." My gaze was still on the notebook, but she reached out to stop me.

"Can you raise your eyes a little, if you continue like this, you will definitely be short-sighted, posture, sit up straight." She patted me on the back, and I reflexively groaned.

"What's wrong? So squeamish. "She sat on my bed.

I stopped writing, it wasn't squeamish, it was a fall during a fight.

"Mom, do you have time tomorrow?" My heart was beating a drum, and if she said she didn't have time, then I...

"Tomorrow will be on vacation, preparing for the case that will be tried the day after tomorrow, is there something wrong? Once the materials are ready, you can be given three hours. "She has a professional sensibility.

My mother is a lawyer, and what she is good at is marriage regulations, and the divorce lawsuit with her father was the most beautiful one she won, but sadly, career success is destined to be unspeakably lonely.

I opened my mouth and swallowed the words back into my stomach.

NO.19

The clock ticks and ticks.

That's where my conversation with my mom went, and she's always been a person who always has a sense of measure, whether it's for my dad or for me, and she's never curious about what you want to say next.

I looked out the window at the night, and although I hadn't written most of the review, I felt that it had been a long time.

Sometimes, I really don't understand what makes adults fall in love with each other quickly and have children, and then quickly separate from each other and never get along, leaving behind all the time they have spent together.

And what should my existence be seen? After losing love, the crystallization of love is no longer a flower in a greenhouse, but can only grow savagely in the cracks.

My mom didn't verbally forbid me to associate with my dad, which would be untrue as a lawyer.

But from her eternal solemn appearance, I can feel that every time I talk to my dad on the phone, it is a trampling and betrayal of this mother-daughter relationship.

Therefore, most of the time, Tang and I basically see each other every month, which not only takes care of my mother's face, but also does not make me too distant from Tang's father-daughter relationship.

In fact, Don is a very funny person, I can get along with him as naturally as a friend, he always takes the buzzwords I teach him to learn and sell, and sometimes serves as his interview subject, helping him complete several articles on adolescent psychological problems.

Lao Tang is a columnist, and he is also an unmotivated existence in my mother's mouth, in fact, I don't understand how such an honest person as Old Tang lived with a highly competitive person like Ms. Qu Yun.

Biting the pen and sighing, I really miss Old Tang a little, but he is still on a business trip, and it will be next month to meet again.