As the boxing course progressed, I gradually began to fall in love with this sport. I found that whether it was sweating freely in the ring or the boxing skills used when fighting with others, I could get pleasure and a sense of accomplishment from it. At the same time, my body was becoming stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. I couldn't breathe anymore and my waist no longer hurts.
It’s just that one thing makes me depressed. My mother’s attitude towards me is still indifferent. As long as she can report her training today during dinner, she can hardly even meet her during the rest of the time. After her last supper at home before going to college, she looked at the back of her mother who was washing dishes silently at home and wearing home clothes. She thought she would go to school tomorrow and wanted to say something to her.
Mom, I walked to my mother and shouted, but she still lowered her head to wash the dishes.
What to do?
I'll wash, you go and rest.
No need.My mother refused my favor angrily. I didn't listen to her. She took out a few bowls from the sink in front of her and washed them next to her. My mother just glanced at me and said nothing.
A few bowls were washed quickly. My mother wiped her hands with a veil and said, go to bed early.So I headed towards the bedroom. I hesitated for a moment, chose to follow, and said while she had not entered the room: Mom, I want to talk to you.
My mother looked back at me for a while, walked around me and walked towards the living room. I was delighted and followed her to the sofa in the living room to sit down. But I didn't know what to talk about. Since I inserted my mother last time, I always felt inexplicable timidity in front of her.
Why don’t you talk anymore?After a while of speech, my mother looked at me and spoke first.
No...I'm just thinking about one thing.
What are you thinking?
I raised my head and said: I was thinking about how to be mature.
My mother seemed to be interested and crossed her legs and asked: Then what do you think?How do you define the word maturity?
Well... I thought for a moment and replied: I think a mature man should be calm and strong.
Seeing that my mother didn't say anything, I asked tentatively: Am I wrong?
Mom shook her head and said: You are not wrong.
I asked: Do you think I am a mature man now?
My mother did not answer me directly, but asked: What do you think?
I think I should be half mature.
Half mature?There was doubt in my mother's eyes. I patted my legs and said with a smile: Yes, I may not be able to be calm, but I am sure I am satisfied with being strong.
Mom snorted and laughed, I suggest you look in the mirror first.
My purpose is naturally not to discuss with my mother the issue of being mature, but mainly to be able to open up the topic with my mother. Seeing that my mother was joking, I also replied:
Mom, don’t believe it. As the saying goes, “Scholars should treat each other with admiration for three days. I am now skilled and I can’t get into it.”
OK, you are awesome.My mother's tone was very perfunctory, so I simply scratched the hem of the short sleeve, revealing her three-point coppery abdomen, and said proudly: Mom, have you seen it? You have eight abdominal muscles!
Mom glanced at her and quickly withdrew her gaze, saying disdainfully: You are thin.
How could he be thin?I looked at my angular abdominal muscles, then reached out to touch them, and muttered: I'm not thin, but the results of my hard work in the past three months, why don't you touch them?It feels very good.
Not interested.Mom gave me a blank look, and I pulled my mother's hand and tried to force my abdomen. Mom, you touch it, it's absolutely real.
I won't touch it!My mother pulled her hand back, but I refused to give in and competed with her.
Just touch it, just touch it.Seeing that I was not able to see me, my five green onion fingers passed through my abdomen with my strength. My mother's cold and soft fingers seemed a little panicked the moment she touched her abdominal muscles, and immediately pulled her hand back.
Mom, how about it?Doesn't the touch feel good?I asked with a smile, my mother's cheeks were slightly red, and she curled her lips and said: She said she wasn't thin, but she felt like a pork chop.
How could it be?
Somehow, at this moment, a strong desire to show in front of my mother broke out, so I looked at my mother and said seriously: Mom, I am very mature now.
Um?My mother was stunned. Without waiting for her to react, I held her legs with one hand and put them on the back of her neck with the other hand, and gently used force, and a perfect princess hug was born.
What are you doing?My mother subconsciously hugged me and looked at me in surprise. I lowered my head to look at my mother's beautiful face and said showing off: Mom, I can pick you up easily now!
If it were before everything happened, my behavior might make my mother feel relieved and proud, but now she has no performance in this regard. She just blushed her cheeks and whispered: Let me go.
The beauty in my arms at this moment seemed to be not my mother, but my lover. My heart was throbbing. I hugged my mother and turned around in the air in a scream before putting her back on the sofa. After sitting down, my mother sorted out her clothes and said unhappily: I think you are getting older and younger now.
Mom, I just want to prove that I have become mature.I explained that my mother gave me a blank look, stretched out a soft pancreas on my shoulder, and sighed: You are indeed a strong man in terms of physiology, but being strong does not mean maturity.
I'm a little puzzled. Do you think I'm still very naive in my mind?
Mom turned her head and looked out the window and said: It's almost the same.
Mom, don’t worry, I will mature as soon as possible.I am like a child promising to my mother that I must get a double percentage in the next exam.
Mom said softly: You don’t have to be mature, but you must know how to grow.
I was thinking about the meaning of my mother's words, but she changed the topic: After tonight, you will become a college student in the actual sense. Do you have any plans for your four years of college life?
I originally wanted to say no, but I was afraid that my mother would be disappointed, so I said: I will study hard and improve every day.
What else?
And...and insist on exercising.
Mom nodded indifferently, unable to see her joys and anger. After a while, she spoke leisurely: Since you have to study hard, then put your body and mind in school and don’t run home if you have anything to do.
Mom, I... Mom interrupted me and said: Go to bed, go to school early tomorrow.
After saying that, when my mother got up and left, she was about to disappear from my sight, I asked sadly: Mom, can you send me to school tomorrow?
Mom stopped and said softly.
When I got back to bed, I couldn't fall asleep.
For the past three months, I have tried my best to suppress my inner desire, but I don’t know that after opening Pandora’s box, any resistance is a dying struggle.
It’s just that one thing makes me depressed. My mother’s attitude towards me is still indifferent. As long as she can report her training today during dinner, she can hardly even meet her during the rest of the time. After her last supper at home before going to college, she looked at the back of her mother who was washing dishes silently at home and wearing home clothes. She thought she would go to school tomorrow and wanted to say something to her.
Mom, I walked to my mother and shouted, but she still lowered her head to wash the dishes.
What to do?
I'll wash, you go and rest.
No need.My mother refused my favor angrily. I didn't listen to her. She took out a few bowls from the sink in front of her and washed them next to her. My mother just glanced at me and said nothing.
A few bowls were washed quickly. My mother wiped her hands with a veil and said, go to bed early.So I headed towards the bedroom. I hesitated for a moment, chose to follow, and said while she had not entered the room: Mom, I want to talk to you.
My mother looked back at me for a while, walked around me and walked towards the living room. I was delighted and followed her to the sofa in the living room to sit down. But I didn't know what to talk about. Since I inserted my mother last time, I always felt inexplicable timidity in front of her.
Why don’t you talk anymore?After a while of speech, my mother looked at me and spoke first.
No...I'm just thinking about one thing.
What are you thinking?
I raised my head and said: I was thinking about how to be mature.
My mother seemed to be interested and crossed her legs and asked: Then what do you think?How do you define the word maturity?
Well... I thought for a moment and replied: I think a mature man should be calm and strong.
Seeing that my mother didn't say anything, I asked tentatively: Am I wrong?
Mom shook her head and said: You are not wrong.
I asked: Do you think I am a mature man now?
My mother did not answer me directly, but asked: What do you think?
I think I should be half mature.
Half mature?There was doubt in my mother's eyes. I patted my legs and said with a smile: Yes, I may not be able to be calm, but I am sure I am satisfied with being strong.
Mom snorted and laughed, I suggest you look in the mirror first.
My purpose is naturally not to discuss with my mother the issue of being mature, but mainly to be able to open up the topic with my mother. Seeing that my mother was joking, I also replied:
Mom, don’t believe it. As the saying goes, “Scholars should treat each other with admiration for three days. I am now skilled and I can’t get into it.”
OK, you are awesome.My mother's tone was very perfunctory, so I simply scratched the hem of the short sleeve, revealing her three-point coppery abdomen, and said proudly: Mom, have you seen it? You have eight abdominal muscles!
Mom glanced at her and quickly withdrew her gaze, saying disdainfully: You are thin.
How could he be thin?I looked at my angular abdominal muscles, then reached out to touch them, and muttered: I'm not thin, but the results of my hard work in the past three months, why don't you touch them?It feels very good.
Not interested.Mom gave me a blank look, and I pulled my mother's hand and tried to force my abdomen. Mom, you touch it, it's absolutely real.
I won't touch it!My mother pulled her hand back, but I refused to give in and competed with her.
Just touch it, just touch it.Seeing that I was not able to see me, my five green onion fingers passed through my abdomen with my strength. My mother's cold and soft fingers seemed a little panicked the moment she touched her abdominal muscles, and immediately pulled her hand back.
Mom, how about it?Doesn't the touch feel good?I asked with a smile, my mother's cheeks were slightly red, and she curled her lips and said: She said she wasn't thin, but she felt like a pork chop.
How could it be?
Somehow, at this moment, a strong desire to show in front of my mother broke out, so I looked at my mother and said seriously: Mom, I am very mature now.
Um?My mother was stunned. Without waiting for her to react, I held her legs with one hand and put them on the back of her neck with the other hand, and gently used force, and a perfect princess hug was born.
What are you doing?My mother subconsciously hugged me and looked at me in surprise. I lowered my head to look at my mother's beautiful face and said showing off: Mom, I can pick you up easily now!
If it were before everything happened, my behavior might make my mother feel relieved and proud, but now she has no performance in this regard. She just blushed her cheeks and whispered: Let me go.
The beauty in my arms at this moment seemed to be not my mother, but my lover. My heart was throbbing. I hugged my mother and turned around in the air in a scream before putting her back on the sofa. After sitting down, my mother sorted out her clothes and said unhappily: I think you are getting older and younger now.
Mom, I just want to prove that I have become mature.I explained that my mother gave me a blank look, stretched out a soft pancreas on my shoulder, and sighed: You are indeed a strong man in terms of physiology, but being strong does not mean maturity.
I'm a little puzzled. Do you think I'm still very naive in my mind?
Mom turned her head and looked out the window and said: It's almost the same.
Mom, don’t worry, I will mature as soon as possible.I am like a child promising to my mother that I must get a double percentage in the next exam.
Mom said softly: You don’t have to be mature, but you must know how to grow.
I was thinking about the meaning of my mother's words, but she changed the topic: After tonight, you will become a college student in the actual sense. Do you have any plans for your four years of college life?
I originally wanted to say no, but I was afraid that my mother would be disappointed, so I said: I will study hard and improve every day.
What else?
And...and insist on exercising.
Mom nodded indifferently, unable to see her joys and anger. After a while, she spoke leisurely: Since you have to study hard, then put your body and mind in school and don’t run home if you have anything to do.
Mom, I... Mom interrupted me and said: Go to bed, go to school early tomorrow.
After saying that, when my mother got up and left, she was about to disappear from my sight, I asked sadly: Mom, can you send me to school tomorrow?
Mom stopped and said softly.
When I got back to bed, I couldn't fall asleep.
For the past three months, I have tried my best to suppress my inner desire, but I don’t know that after opening Pandora’s box, any resistance is a dying struggle.
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