When Sanbao sat there and waited, he recalled the way the two of them lived together, in the one-bedroom room through the screen window without interfering with each other, a certain period of time when the body was long Sanbao was crazy in love with dumplings, so whenever the mother had time to cook a meal, it must be pork and green onions or fennel meat dumplings, wrapped tightly and roundly, meticulous, and cautious, cooking is like a chef's spiritual abbreviation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After the song was finished, the mother walked over with smooth steps, and she didn't see anything strange, at least it was definitely not the fact that such a bizarre thing as a dead person scamming the corpse was really sitting next to Sanbao without making a sound.

As soon as she sat down, Sambo stood up, her eyes did not know where to look, her senses knew that her mother was sitting and looking at her, and even the beating of her pupils seemed to have a sound and a heartbeat, and her eyes did not have the slightest sense of scrutiny, and she did not know what she was thinking.

The fact that they have suffered all these years does not mean that they do not understand each other, even if her son is now dressed cleanly and with a slight luxury, life will be smooth, but from the calluses between his fingers, she knows that everything is not as good as she imagined, and her brain has already thought of the experience of the Three Treasures over the years.

She is not an ordinary woman, she is used to parting and meeting in this life, and has her own set of ways to deal with the fluctuations of feelings, and the conclusion is that she can do things without being surprised, she remembered her son's stomach and purred, so she got up and left her back to the 100-person dance troupe that was in full swing.

The two walked farther and farther away one after the other, and the noise of the crowd gradually blurred, even so, there was no voice to say goodbye to Sanbao's mother, and there was no middle-aged person's lively demeanor at all.

I followed my mother to a small three-story building.

The small garden still has fresh branches and leaves, and the smell of green and fresh fragrance seems to isolate the small building from the dust outside, Sambo can't remember where the one-bedroom apartment lived many years ago, and he doesn't know where to ask about this strange house, he sits on a chair like a guest, and the familiar feeling makes him feel like he is back home.

Maybe I still remember a few pieces of furniture in the old house that were not replaced, but my mother just changed a pair of light slippers and walked out again, and before leaving, she said to Sanbao: "I'm going to buy vegetables" and hurried out.

I don't know if I can help her buy vegetables this night, but it can also be seen that this incompetent mother is also afraid that Sanbao will suddenly appear and leave, otherwise how could she be such a word-loving person who has said a lot of things after a long time, and is to explain that she went out.

With such an assertive opinion, Sambo began to look at the furnishings of the room.

At this time, the moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling window dappled between the scattered leaves and branches on the window edge shone on the tile floor of the room.

The photo is naturally the mother and herself, the yellowed photo is well preserved in a framed frame, it seems that it has only been cherished in the last two years, the young woman with good looks in it is magnificent, looking at the camera seriously, it seems to follow the instructions of the cameraman and put her hand on her son's shoulder at a strange angle, people who don't know still think that she is going to give her son an over-the-shoulder fall, she is wearing a red and white floral cheongsam, which is the high-end clothes left by her mother, which shows how important it is for her to take this photo.

The three treasures in the photo are about one meter two, with cheap blush on their faces, looking at the camera in high spirits, straightening their shoulders and raising their heads, at most reaching their mother's waist.

He couldn't remember the specific age, and even the memory of taking the photo was vague, or even not, so he looked at the photo motionlessly, whether it was the young mother or himself dressed like a rich child, the children who wore the sea soldier uniform in that era were a symbol of much love, when he remembered it, he was already an adult, but the concept of time and space was so empty, and the things that were recorded on film did not exist in the memory.

Could it be that at some point someone erased some memory? Otherwise, it is impossible not to remember at all, but like a wisp of stinginess that appears in the mind after triggering, memory, memory, should not be remembered in this form, but should always lie quietly in the brain, and can be taken out and licked at any time, so all this can only be attributed to the "circle of friends"

Miraculously, it not only changed the direction of fate but also tampered with the memories of the Three Jewels without authorization, and he did not have the heart and qualification to question its behavior, but it was not bad to accept it once in a while, so it was as if his hands and feet and heart were taken on a journey.

Sure enough, my mother bought the ingredients for making dumplings, and she still carried a rich charcuterie and a bottle of dark beer with an unrecognizable brand, as if she was considering that she might become a man who did not drink or enjoy after nearly ten years without seeing Sambo.

Just like Sambo's father and her after they got married, they only knew how to drink and nag all day long, but in fact Sambo never drank when it was unnecessary, he wanted to show a warm look in front of his mother, at least not to distance himself anymore, so he ran over with a gentle smile to help carry the bag in her hand, put the dumpling wrappers and traps in the kitchen, and put the deli beer on the table.

He bent over to find that his mother was really thin, her shoulders were bent by the weight, and she approached like a half-grown girl.

The two met for more than an hour and still did not constitute a dialogue, the only chance Sanbao did not have a pleasant echo "oh", the room was sparse with the sound of untying plastic bags, after turning on the white light in the living room, the moonlight scattered by the floor-to-ceiling windows also disappeared, the busy mother in the kitchen, and the Sanbao eating cooked food outside, constituted a warm picture that this room has never had.

The sound of boiling in the pot sounded, San Bao looked at the back of his mother in the kitchen, his nose was full of the sticky fragrance of dumpling noodle soup, and the gluttonous insects were about to crawl to his throat, he didn't care about the embarrassing strangeness, and he was counting on the dumplings to serve quickly, so when he came out of the pot, there seemed to be a fierce fur seal applause in the air.

Sanbao, who pinched a chopstick in one hand, did not find the mother's slightly satisfied smile expression, she was proud of the taste of dumplings in her hand, and said not to worry, so she put the dumplings on the table and went to prepare soy sauce and vinegar, but when she brought it, there was already a third less on the plate, and then she saw that Sanbao's mouth was full and chewed non-stop, and the mother thought to herself how long this child hadn't eaten enough? The nose was sore, and he couldn't care about some kind of unwarranted image anymore, so he stepped forward and patted his son's back, and read in his mouth: "Eat slowly, eat slowly, it's not enough to wrap up." ”

People are born with instincts, just like knocking on the calf and the spine will naturally bounce up, the eyes will close when sneezing, people can't hide their drooling when they face what they want to eat, and their facial features move with their hearts, no matter what kind of expression and secretion will eventually be attributed to the teasing of the heart, and the great family affection can be revealed at any time.

The so-called love must always have a medium, otherwise it is always ethereal, the family affection of the three treasures and the thin Shanghai woman is naturally manifested in front of this plate of crystal dumplings, many years ago their way of getting along may be raw or unspeakable, but in front of a plate of dumplings and when facing the back of the tender gaze, it seems to be extraordinarily tender.

After eating the dumplings, Sanbao still had the taste of vinegar in his mouth, and there was a mist of noodle soup drifting away on the glass window, this room had just experienced a gourmet feast belonging to the young Sanbao, and the lower abdomen floated slightly, Sanbao decided to at least accompany his mother to do something, he hadn't taken the initiative to speak for a long time, but his full stomach supported his throat, and there had to be something different to progress, he thought in his heart.

"Tomorrow, shall we go to the reservoir?" Sanbao didn't know where to look, his eyes stared at the table for a while, and then looked at the busy back of his mother, who was cleaning up utensils in the kitchen, and his hand was half-pinched and fell on his thigh, which shows that he has been respectful since he was a child and still can't forget it.

"That'...... Good. She turned her head sideways and didn't turn her whole body to respond after all, and after hearing it, she came back and wiped the table hard, it seemed to be discharging force and the desktop, just like the strength of the three treasures when they bullied the water bottle under the overpass, she suddenly remembered something, and immediately turned around and opened her eyes wide, pinching the rag in her hand and said, "I'll clean up the room for you!" After saying that, he immediately put down the rag and walked to the room at the bevel and began to get busy.

The reunion of this mother and son is really unbearable, they are not good at showing their feelings by nature, and they all insist on some unimportant things to live on, this circle of friends may amplify some things that are not too exaggerated for the sake of Sanbao, maybe the original Sanbao mother's human touch should be hidden a little deeper, so that there will be less panic, and in order to conform to what Sanbao said, to create an interesting and warm scene between the two, the soft corner of the mother's heart will burst out because of this.

Sanbao thinks that the rational thread has improved the progress of the incident, no matter how obedient it is, it is also deserved, a circle of friends is followed by the one to find his mother to dance the square dance, the content is:

"You must not forget the mood you are feeling now."

The comments below this are all question marks, curious about this, Sanbao usually looks back at random when he skims it, and then re-reads it at this time, only to remember that this should be the circle of friends that will be triggered tomorrow to go to the reservoir incident, probably because I heard what my mother said, and I felt when I saw the scenery of the reservoir, and there was such an artistic conception of violent fluctuations in my mind, but I couldn't remember what was the specific structure of this circle of friends at that time, so now I can only hand it over to the circle of friends to take care of.

Maybe it has already sorted out the content of each of its moments, remember it or not, and it should or shouldn't happen.

The quilt has a good smell of gold spinning, the room is small but meticulously organized, sleeping in such a space must be very enjoyable, obviously only more than ten hours did not sleep, Sanbao's mind is exhausted, may have experienced too many sudden events, and too much thinking, he washed a little and removed the outer jacket, put his head on the pillow and began to fall asleep, the speed of falling asleep is comparable to a miracle.

The mother at the door looked at her sleeping son blankly before turning off the light, the quilt was obviously well covered, sure he was asleep, or redundant stepped forward to brush the corner of the quilt, listened to her son's even and slow breathing, seemed to have the urge to cough, hurriedly covered her mouth and coughed, but still overflowed from between her fingers, fortunately did not startle Sanbao, she turned around and closed the door with her other hand, her face was only slightly startled and soothed, slowly walked to the toilet, turned on the faucet, washed down the water stains with red bloodshots, around the sink again and again, But looking at the blood she was bleeding, Sanbao's mother smiled, her pupils gradually gentle, her eyes turned red, and when the tears were about to flow out, she took a big deep breath, raised her stubborn head, patted her cheeks with her wet hands, and beat her relaxed and fragile self.

The whole room went dark, and only the even-toned snoring of Sambo remained.

Mother sat by the door, listening, her eyes gradually closed, she hadn't slept so sweetly for a long time, just because there was a greedy and sleepy man at home who needed to be taken care of, so that she could be busy and asleep with peace of mind, otherwise she would have to take care of herself every day? Oh my God, motherhood doesn't do such extravagant things.