Chapter 20

Mom didn't say anything, Sam didn't say anything, and the two of them seemed to be asleep, but the slightly shaking quilt made me wonder. The window in the bedroom was not opened, and the slightly shaking quilt must have been not blown by the wind.

Well... I saw Sam's body moving in the quilt, and then my mother, who was buried in the pillow with her face sideways, said a muffled groan.

Sam... You're not good... I heard my mother whose fair face was covered by her long hair, saying,

Mom...I'm afraid... in South Africa, thunder... My mom hugged me to sleep...I'm really...I'm afraid... After Sam said that, his voice trembled a little.

Mom...didn't you let you sleep with Mom...tonight? At this time, I saw my mother's white hands stretching out from the quilt and stroking the hair covering her face behind her.

I finally saw my mother's snow-white face, she looked at Sam in front of her with her eyes open.

Well... Suddenly, my mother let out a muffled groan, and her arms were stretched out to clamp the quilt covered in her chest.

Sam...well...no...can't do this... Mom said something, the quilt moved,

Mom...I want to hug...or I can't sleep... Sam said,

...Well... Mom didn't speak, and didn't move,

OK...but...can't that...can't be obedient...mother said nothing can't?

After saying that, my mother let go of the arm that stretched out to hold the quilt on her chest, then hugged Sam through the quilt, and patted Sam on the back.

Thank you mom, Sam seemed very happy and approached his chest. Mom patted his tender hand on the back and then slowly patted Sam's back through the quilt.

Is Sam so scared? Did he be struck by lightning when he was a child?

It must not be that he had been struck by lightning. He had already gone to see his God. It must be Sam's unforgettable experience of thunder when he was a child. Looking at the quilt, Sam seemed to be curled up and hugging his mother. It felt like a little monkey in the zoo was lying in the arms of the mother monkey, hugging the mother monkey tightly. I have some pity for him.

However, from the vent, it may be because of the comparison with Sam's black face. My mother's back and shoulders under her fair neck exposed outside the quilt looked whiter and smoother.

After a while, Sam actually buried his face under his mother's neck. I wonder if his big mouth touched his mother's snow-white neck flesh. Although he didn't want his mother to be held to sleep by Sam, there was no way. Sam was really scared, and his mother himself did not reject him. Then I must be able to sympathize with Sam and support his mother's approach.

Sam shouldn't have done anything too much, otherwise my mother wouldn't give Sam a big mouth. Since the Spring Festival holiday ended, my mother criticized Sam many times

Seeing that neither mother nor Sam made a sound, her mother stopped patting Sam's back and closed her eyes tightly. She should have been asleep.

Seeing this in the bedroom, sleepiness slowly came, and I was going to go to bed, so I peeked at my mother like this, and if I accidentally saw it, I wouldn't explain clearly.

I looked at Sam and Mom who looked sleeping from the vent, and planned to go down and rest

When I saw this, I saw the quilt covered by my mother moving. This time I saw it moving. Then my mother's hand exposed outside the quilt actually grabbed Sam's back.

Well...Sam...No... Mom looked down at Sam who put her face under her neck,

Stain...stain...stain...stain... I actually heard the sound of something sucking with my mouth,

Well...you...well...ah...ah...ah...Ah, I'm not good... Mom opened her mouth slightly, grabbed Sam's head with her arm, gently pushed out, and raised her tender white chin up,

Stain...stain...stain...stain...Sam didn't reply to his mother, but the sound of sucking something in his mouth continued,

No, Sam's face was not pressed against my mother's neck, but under her collarbone. Because my mother's chin was lifted up just now, I saw my mother's slender and tender neck.

Well...stain...mom...stain...what is Sam saying, keeps burying his head in his mother's chest,

Well... Sam... Huh... You... You're not good... Huh... Mom's body is slowly twisting, and the white arm in the dark night grabbed Sam's head tightly.

Mom...stain...stain...stain...stain...sand. Sam said, the quilt on Mom's chest was shaking.

Don't... well... Sam... didn't agree... not... well... Hum... Mom feels uncomfortable, and she speaks intermittently.

What is Sam doing? It makes my mother so uncomfortable. Isn’t my mother holding Sam?

Sam didn't reply to his mother. Mom seemed to feel uncomfortable, but she didn't scold Sam, strange

Ah…No…Sam…Hmm…Hmm…Mom’s body shaking, and the white arm that grabbed Sam’s head tightly put it back into the quilt.

After a while, I saw a black hand sticking out from the quilt, holding a piece of white cloth on my palm.

Then, what is that? My heart was beating faster, but the room was too dark, and only a slight light penetrated into the bedroom from outside the curtains

Sam... Well... you... are too much... Slap... Mom suddenly stood up, raised her white arm, and slapped Sam in the face.

What happened tonight...I haven't settled the score with you yet! Why are you trying to be more and more powerful! Mom broke out,

Hehe, this is the mother I know, but Sam is so pity

Also, what is my mother talking about tonight?

I was stunned by the sudden change. My mother, who got up, turned out to be wearing a thin white suspender shirt. As my mother got angry, her chest was filled with snow-white plump shaking constantly in the white suspender.

Mom...I'm sorry...I...I didn't mean it... Sam also got up, holding his own white cloth in his hand, lowered his head in front of his mother, wearing a pajamas,

Seeing that my mother and Sam were wearing pajamas, I was inexplicably relieved, but I didn’t know if my mother was wearing a bra.

Tonight, Sam thought... Mom was very comfortable... Sorry... Mom... Sam continued to lower his head,

... Mom didn't say anything, but looked at Sam who bowed his head and admitted his mistake in front of her.

The bedroom fell into silence. After a while, I saw my mother's angry face slowly calming down, and her chest slowly stopped shaking.

Give me that... Mom said softly, she couldn't hear any emotion in her words.

… Sam didn't say anything, but still lowered his head and handed the white fabric to his mother

Mom took it, looked at it, looked at Sam, who was still lowering his head in front of him, and finally sighed,

Then, my mother put the white fabric on the side of the pillow and looked back at Sam.

Does it hurt? My mother looked at Sam who didn't say a word, and her tone became gentle, just like when I was a child, she scolded me and hugged me gently.

Mom hasn't given me this feeling for a long time. Maybe I've grown up. I miss Ah so much. I looked at my mom.

...It doesn't hurt...Woooo... Sam looked up at his mother, and I found that Sam was sobbing slightly,

... Mom was at a loss when she saw Sam sobbing.

Mom, wuwu...I'm sorry, wuwu...I'm in South Africa...When thunder...Wuwu...I'm just holding my mother's place...I'm sleeping...Wuwu...I'm sorry...Hum...Sam...I want...Wuwu...Mom...Sam looked at her mother and said, "The two black hands were rubbing their eyes."

Mom...I didn't blame you...Hugging Mom...Well... Mom said,

But... Sam couldn't ignore his mother's words... and took out his mother's... that... Mom looked at Sam and said intermittently,

Sorry... Woo... Hum... Mom...

Bang... da... rumble... rumble...

Ah…Mom…Mom!…

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the sky again. Sam screamed and hugged his mother at the bedside.

Mom was also startled and looked at Sam who was directly thrown into her arms due to fear. Her arms couldn't help but hug Sam tightly.

Mom... was afraid... Sam curled up in his mother's arms, and his words even trembled.

Don't be afraid, Mom is here, don't be afraid, Mom seems to have forgotten her anger, forgot what Sam did to her just now, and instead hugged Sam gently, touched Sam's head and stroked his back,

I feel that it is the mother who naturally exudes a kind of maternal love, a mother's care for her children.

I feel that my mother is so nice. Although she is very strict with me and Sam, she is still very gentle inside.

Hehe, on this rainy night, the corners of my mouth slightly raised

Mom... Sam buried his face in his chest, holding his back with both hands, and kept patting Sam's back gently.

Not long after, Sam seemed to fall asleep. I saw my mother put Sam on the bed. Sam was a little heavy, so my mother had to let him lie on the head of the bed, and then my mother was also lying beside Sam.

Well...Mom...Don't leave Sam...Sam knew he was wrong... As soon as his mother lay down, Sam hugged her again and said in a sleep.

I saw his two black hands reaching into his mother's white suspenders, and his face was buried between his mother's two snow-white breasts.

Because I am not surprised to see what Sam did in front of me. Sam just wants his mother and holds her mother like a child.

At this moment, I actually felt that Sam was very pity. It turned out that he was so weak, far away from his hometown, came to a foreign land alone, and missed his mother very much.

Um…

Just after I thought for a while, my mother made a sound that was duller than before and came out of her nose.

I looked up to the bed, Sam hugged his mother's back with both arms, and his mouth seemed to be biting something.

Well... Mom didn't break free from Sam, but closed her eyes and faced Sam,

Sam seemed to be biting the white suspender on his mother's chest.

After a while, my mother picked up the quilt under her and covered her and Sam. Because Sam was on her chest, the quilt covered Sam's head, leaving only her snow-white side face, buried in the pillow.

Well... Mom seems to be trying hard to restrain something,

Mom… After a while, Sam stretched out his head from the quilt and said something in his ear,

Didn't Sam fall asleep?

Well...No...Ah... Mom called out,

Then Sam turned over and fell asleep with his back to Sam. With this action, the quilt was completely lifted up. I saw that my mother was wearing a pair of pajama pants and Sam was also wearing a pair of pajama pants.

Fortunately, Sam didn't wear only one underwear

Ah... Sam hugged his mother and slept sideways from behind, and then Sam covered them with the quilt.

The bedroom was quiet again. After a few minutes, my mother and Sam should have fallen asleep this time.

The soles of my feet that I had been numb enough to be able to hold on, so I had to slightly lower my feet and finally feel a little more comfortable.

But just as I was soothing, I saw the quilt moving again. This time it was Sam moving, because I saw that in the middle of the quilt, one of Sam's black hands threw something from the quilt to the bottom of the bed. It looked like it was white. I didn't see clearly because the movement was very small. When I saw the thrown action, the thing had fallen under the other side of the bed.

Then Sam covered the quilt again, and the face stretched to the head of the bed became more and more directly on his mother's white back.

Well... I seem to hear my mother's subtle nasal sound, and I don't know if I heard it wrong

Then, the quilt was slowly shaking again, this time it was significantly larger than what I saw before.

Mom still leaned her body, as if she had agreed that Sam hugged her sideways, buried her face in the pillow, and Sam's face was just pressed on his mother's back.

Sam is so yes, why do you hug mom so tightly

Bang...boom... da... Another loud thunder broke the silence of the bedroom. I was also startled and almost fell off the box. Fortunately, I grabbed the edges and corners of the vents on the wall.

There was no sound in the bedroom, only the quilt on the bed continued to shake. After moving for a while, I saw Sam reaching out to cover the quilt on his mother and her head.

Grass, Sam did this, I didn't see him and mom anymore, but the quilt was shaking a little bigger,

Well...don't... it seems to be the voice of my mother,

Mom...I'm afraid... Sam's voice was a little louder, and I heard him telling his mother that he was afraid,

Mom and Sam didn't talk anymore, or were saying something, covering the quilt, I could no longer hear it

The quilt is still shaking, especially in the bed, which seems to be doing something very frequently.

I think it must be my mother comforting Sam and holding Sam and patting his body. Just like when I was in junior high school, when I slept with my mother, she patted my back and made me fall asleep immediately.

It seems that Sam was about to fall asleep just now, but was awakened by a thunder sound. After a while, Sam must have fallen asleep.

I was right. After a while, the quilts covered by the two of them stopped shaking. Mom and Sam should have fallen asleep.

I shook my head helplessly, what am I doing? My mother has long regarded Sam as me and treated her as her own child. Sam was even naughty and was scolded even more miserably. This is my mother

I looked at it for a while, and my mother and Sam didn't move anymore, just covered it in the quilt. I looked at my feet that were almost unknowingly, slowly squatted down, and then sat on the box for a while before my feet slowly recovered their feelings.

Mom...please...Sam's voice in the quilt, I can't hear what she said,

I quickly stood on tiptoe and looked in through the vent.

Well... a dull sound came from the quilt,

Then the quilt began to shake gently again, and about two minutes later,

Ah… I heard it clearly. This was the dull sound made by Sam. It seemed that when he first came to board with me, I heard him making this dull sound outside the toilet door when he was having a stomachache in the middle of the night.

After a while, the quilt slowly pulled down again, and both mother's head and Sam's head were stretched out from the quilt.

Mom was still lying on her side, looking like she had fallen asleep. Sam's face was pressed against her snow-white back and the quilt did not shake anymore. Sam got up and pulled a few tissues from the head of the bed into the quilt. After a while, he threw them into the trash can under the bed. Did his own tears stick to his mother?

I think it must be, he was so sad just now

Sam was together, and I saw that on my mother's snow-white beautiful back, the white suspender seemed to be missing? My mother was naked on her back?

Just as I wanted to see it clearly, Sam had already covered his quilt on his mother and him, it should have been a dazzled me, but my mother scolded Sam not long ago, and soon, even breathing from the bedroom came from my mother and Sam.

Although I was worried about what I was doing under the quilt just now, I had no choice but to knock on the door, and Sam was really scared and just hugged his mother.

Seeing my mother and Sam sleeping, I gently climbed down from the box. Although my feet were not numb as much as my own, I would go down. It seems abnormal to do this.

Little by little, I lifted the box to the original position of the laundry room, and then slowly walked back, passing by the door of my mother's bedroom, I took a look and walked downstairs

When I returned to the bedroom, I always felt something was missing. Looking at Sam's bed, Sam was not here, and I was a little uncomfortable.

After a while, I heard the rain outside the house slowly getting smaller and the thunder gradually subsided. In my drowsy, I seemed to hear the bedroom door being opened, and there was a rustling sound from Sam's bed below. It was Sam who came down from his mother's room. The thunder stopped and Sam got down to sleep. I felt inexplicably more at ease.

Am I worried about something? I don’t know, only a strong sense of sleepiness brought me into the darkness like anesthesia

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