My mother scolded me.

The words crept into my mind, swirling around and disturbing my resolve.

Suddenly, my mother put her head on my shoulder, hugged me and started crying.

Her loose strands of hair scraped the side of my neck.

She pounded my chest with one fist and pinched the wound on my back with the other.

But I didn't feel the pain.

I want to go out and talk to Angel. I still want to leave with him and go wherever I want.

"Kangkang, from childhood to adulthood, everyone who has bullied you, I have taught you a lesson." Mother sobbed, "No matter how incompetent my Kangyin is, at least I won't let you be wronged." ”

After a while, she finally stopped beating me, but grabbed my hand and touched her abdomen.

Before I could react, my hand touched her belly.

It's shriveled and slightly wrinkled to the touch.

I was so uncomfortable with this kind of contact that I wanted to withdraw my hand. Instead, my mother grabbed my hand harder and moved it around her abdomen, as if to prove something to me.

"Mom hasn't conceived a child for so many years because my body doesn't allow me to ......"

I vaguely remember seeing my mother in a crop top summer dress a few years ago; Her waist is slender and smooth.

Although I don't think I'm very filial, it's impossible for me to be completely free from worries and distress to my mother.

Even if it is a stranger, and unfortunately miscarriage after pregnancy at an advanced age, it is enough to sigh as a bystander.

Not to mention that she is my mother.

But she's stupid, isn't she?

Not only stupid, but also very irrational.

Most importantly, she didn't know and didn't want to accept the life I really wanted.

She does not allow others to bully her children, and she does not allow her son to do humiliating and inhumane things......

But all I want is a peaceful life.

Why did she go to Angel and them?

As long as I live, as long as I can continue to live a peaceful life......

I don't really mind what happened.

It's not that I don't mind. But after weighing it, it's too troublesome to linger on those things.

And what my mother cares more about, in the final analysis, may be the so-called "one breath", right?

That's why she's obsessed with what's happened.

That's why she hurts herself because of her impulsiveness.

From small to large, always.

I didn't know how to appease my mother.

She complained about my many wrongs, and cried to me about her years of misery.

She finally cried and fell asleep.

By the time I left the ward, Angel's expression had recovered a lot.

He was talking to Zhao Wei about something, like a real father and son.

I awkwardly interjected and borrowed the keys to the apartment from Angel.

If I'm not mistaken, my key is still in the cabinet at the door of the apartment.

Zhao Wei made a look, and An Qi took out the key from his pocket and put it in my palm.

His cold hand scratched at my palm, making me shiver.

…… I really wanted to wrap his hand around him like this and never let go.

But we are like two strangers who meet in the water, and the intersection is only for a moment.

Zhao Wei handed me another wallet, which contained some cash, a medical card, a bank card, and a few business cards.

"Take care of yourself." Zhao Wei smiled at me, "Ayin, you don't have to worry. ”

I left the hospital out of breath.

It's already a new year.

The air is still cold, but the streets are already thriving.

School is going to start soon, and then I will graduate.

The recent downturn is just an episode in my boring life.

Back to the apartment, there was a postcard in the mailbox at the door.

It is printed with Ecuazú Falls, and a greeting in Spanish.

The delicate card has only one sentence in Chinese: "Happy New Year." ”

Van Yesh's handwriting is beautiful.

I opened the door with some emotion.

The mess in memory has been cleaned up.

I opened the window and looked at an early issue of "Interstellar Nanke".

In the evening, I went to the restaurant at the entrance of the community to eat something alone.

Passing by the green belt downstairs, I remembered the scene of smoking a cigarette under a tree with Angel one afternoon.

Maybe he's the cigarette I can't quit.

I climbed the stairs slowly, countless confused memories flashing back in my mind.

When I got to the door, I rubbed my eyes seriously—

Angel was leaning against the doorbell, smiling jerkily at me.