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First of all, I wish all mothers of the world a happy holiday. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoRemember to call your mom, and don't forget to say hello to your dad who is probably hiding and eavesdropping.

This is the first Mother's Day encountered since the opening of "Lingshan Demon Pet", I am ashamed to think about it, this book has written 210,000 words, for a novel, these words are not much, but, for me who has never written a word to my mother, these words are simply unfilial. So, I don't want to update the text today, but I want to write something for my mother, not much, just 2000 words, I don't know if you agree, okay, if you don't squeak, you acquiesce, thank you.

Of course, this chapter has nothing to do with the story of this book, but I want this great festival to witness the growth of this book, just as my mother witnessed my growth as a child, so I don't want to put this chapter in the preface or appendix, it must appear "after the previous chapter, before the next chapter", so the unique "Chapter 71.5" in the world was born, and I hereby dedicate it to my mother.

I haven't called my mom in eleven years, and it's been two years since I graduated from college. It's been about the second grade of junior high school, and the word "mom" has become a rare word in my mouth, I don't know if you've ever called your name, yes, it's just as awkward to call, I don't know, whether this is a kind of unfilial piety.

You're sure to ask why, or you're already starting to wonder about something, thank you for your concern, I just finished talking on the phone with my mother back home.

My mother has asked me more than once, "Why don't you call Mom?", I can't answer, I really can't answer, perhaps, this is a psychological disorder, and I myself think I need a psychiatrist.

But, not called, does not mean that there is no heart, the weight of the word "Mom" in my heart is very heavy, Mom is the person who gave me life, the weight of life is heavy, the weight of this word, in my heart is heavy.

Maybe it's because it's so heavy that it sinks down every time it comes to my mouth, or maybe it's because I'm reluctant to scream and I'm afraid that the more I scream, the less I scream, I hide it in my heart, or maybe my subconscious is telling me that I'm not worthy of being his son? But my mother must not think so.

It's all just conjecture, anyway, I really don't know why.

My mother has done a lot for me, and if the age of 24 can be counted as the happiest years for a woman, then she gave me all the happiest years until my temples turned gray.

I'm a person who likes to immerse myself in memories, because memories are a happy thing, and I would like to recall some interesting things that happened between me and my mother that still make me laugh when I think about it.

1. The door of the TV

When I first started remembering, I was like a cat that had been locked up for a long time, full of curiosity about the world.

At that time, there was a Panda brand black-and-white TV set at home, with only thirteen channels, and half of it was a diffuse snowflake. Because I didn't understand how the TV worked, whenever my mother watched TV, I would always struggle to move a big bench over, step on it and look behind the TV, and then ask my mother:

"Mom, where's the TV door? I want to get in too!"

My mother explained to me how the TV worked, and I can't remember exactly what it said, but it was probably a camera, a TV station, or something like that, but when I was young, I was confused, and I didn't understand what she was talking about, crying and shouting that she had to open the TV door and let me in.

Five times and three times, my mother didn't have a way, so she fooled me and said:

"Don't you see, the people on TV are so small, they have to crush you to get in!"

As soon as I thought about it, I rubbed it, and it hurt so much, and I gave up the idea for a while. But then I had a new idea:

"Mom, you open the door of the TV and let the people inside come out to play with me!"

My mother still explained to me how the TV worked first, and I was still confused. My mother didn't have a point, and then she fooled me and said:

"The door is going to be opened, and the villains inside will come out and arrest you, and you will never see your parents again!"

In a panic, I gave up again.

Later, my father took the back cover of the TV open and said, "Come in!"

Since then, for a long time, I have been in a state of confusion, damn, where are the people on TV?

2. Auntie's laugh

When I was in the first or second grade of elementary school, I was watching TV with my mother at my grandmother's house, surrounded by various aunts. There is always an advertisement on TV about menstrual products. When I was young, I was confused by these two words, so I asked my mother:

"Mom, what is menstruation?"

From then on, for a long time, I was in a state of confusion, what were my mother and aunt laughing at? My mother's explanation to me at the time was: You will know when you grow up.

3. Truant chicken cages

I remember when I was in preschool, when I was six years old, my parents would send me to school at first, and then I was stubborn and walked on my own.

My grandmother's house had a big chicken coop made of wood, which we called a "chicken rack" over there. I don't like going to school very much, although I always go to school on time and on time, but when I pass by my grandmother's house, I will take advantage of my grandmother's unpreparedness to get under the chicken rack and hide it, sleep for a while, wait until noon, and then run to the road to wait for my classmates, pretending to go home together after school, and the same is true in the afternoon.

Later, not long after I got under the chicken rack, my mother found me. At that time, I was extremely confused, this place is so hidden, how did she find out? Could it be that betrayed me? This hatred is not shared, now I think about it, I am still angry, KFC lunch today!

4. There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village

There is a radio at home, the kind that can play tapes, I remember it is Shuangyan, and the two speakers are very large. When I was a child, I liked to listen to a song called "Xiao Fang":

"There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village, who is good-looking and beautiful, with a pair of beautiful big eyes, thick and long braids......"

When I was a child, I never got tired of listening to this song, and I was very persistent, I didn't listen to any other songs, just listen to it! But the tape recorder didn't have a repeat function, and it couldn't support song selection like the current player, so I could only rewind it after listening to it, so my mother sat silently next to the tape recorder to rewind it for me, and I lay on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, immersed in the "single song loop" of "Xiao Fang".

The next song of "Xiao Fang" is "The Sound of the Waves Remains", and to this day, whenever the prelude of "The Sound of the Waves Remains" rings in my ears, I think of the mother who sat by the tape recorder and silently rewound for me.

5. Where does mom go

In the winter of Heilongjiang, the snow is very heavy, my hometown Mudanjiang is known as the "snow town of China", adjacent to the beautiful "ice city" Harbin, if you have watched the first season of "Where Are You Going, Dad", maybe you will remember there, if you can't remember I can give you some tips: sledding, sleeping on a big kang, silly roe deer.

It was noon on a snowy day, and on the way to school, Han Dalin, a fifth-grader, snatched my motorcycle, yes, it was the motorcycle that was given away from a bag of snacks for five cents.

I was so angry that I couldn't beat him in the second grade, so I ran home crying and told my mother, and my tears were frozen, and my mother took me to school on her bicycle.

The result can be imagined, the thing is returned to its original owner. At that time, there was a classmate named Yang Jinbo who was very righteous, Han Dalin's homeroom teacher was Yang Jinbo's uncle, Yang Jinbo learned about it, and reported it to his uncle, and I breathed a sigh of relief for the grass people!

So far, Yang Jinbo and I are still very good buddies, he is also in Beijing, and occasionally drinks together, but as President Yang, he is afraid that he will be busy, so he rarely bothers him. In addition, Mr. Yang is doing the work of stage, catwalk, and booth construction, and if necessary, I can guarantee you a matchmaker.

I would like to emphasize that I also wish Mr. Yang's mother a happy holiday, good health, and a happy family.

Okay, 2000 words are good, and unconsciously more than 600 words, you shouldn't break your promise, so let's stop here, there are many interesting things that will not be shared one by one, in the future I want to open a single book, with my heart, to talk about my mother.

Whoever is careless in his words will be rewarded with three Chunhui, the only one in the world "Chapter 71.5 My Mother", dedicated to my mother, I wish her good health, and I also wish my father.

If not, I wish your mother a happy holiday, good health, and your father.

Zhuge extinguished

May 8, 2016

"The Legend of the Demon Pet of Lingshan/Chapter 71.5"

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]