Chapter 75: The Lonely Me and Her (01)

Why are you stunned?Ask you something!After changing my shoes, my mother frowned and said, "I retracted my gaze and replied weakly when I was pillowing on the sofa:

yes.

My mother stood at the door and looked at me for a moment before going to the kitchen to work hard. Looking at my mother's flat and straight back, I felt unreasonable loss.

After a while of busy work, my mother came to the other side of the sofa to sit down. She looked at the TV where the news was playing, then looked at me again, sighed and asked:

Have you thought about what major to apply for?

I shook my head and replied: I don’t know.

have no idea?Mom frowned and asked: Didn’t you choose a few to be determined?

without.

My mother said unhappy: Are you staying at home for a day today?Did nothing?

Ah。

You think you're taking my words in front of your ears?You forget what I said to you yesterday?

It was okay if I didn’t mention yesterday. When my mother mentioned yesterday, I felt impatient. I sat up from the sofa, scratched my head and said:

Mom, I'm very annoyed now!I didn't think about anything, didn't want to do anything, I was a professional major, and I just applied for a major, but I had nothing to read in this university anyway.

you!My mother subconsciously raised her hand and I put my head on the side, ready to be suffocated.

Alas... Mom sighed, slowly withdrew her hand, and her tone softened:

The college entrance examination is not the only difficulty in life that needs to be overcome. In the issue of professional choice, its importance is no less than a good score.

Mom said softly: Choosing a major that you are interested in is something you must do before going to college. A suitable major is crucial to your future development.

Mom held my hand.

Son, can't you be more concerned about your affairs?

Seeing my mother changing her normal state and becoming so gentle, I felt a little guilty and lowered her head and said:

But I really don't know what major to apply for.

Mom smiled and said: What industry do you want to work in in the future?

What industry is in?I never thought about it. I tilted my head and thought about it for a while, but I found that I couldn't think of it at all.

I have no idea.

Well... Mom pondered for a moment and said: Then which subject are you interested in?Aren't you good at math?Should I apply for a mathematics-related major?

Don't like math.Although I have good math grades, I don’t want to learn it anymore, it’s quite a brain-breaking.

What about finance?

dislike.

Where is the normal school?Do you want to be a teacher?

Not interested.

My mother's tone began to get impatient: Then go to the police academy, it is both decent and stable.

Mom, do you think I have thin arms and legs like a policeman?

Mom closed her eyes and said: Then work as a lawyer and apply for law.

This is even more boring...

Mom raised her voice: I don’t like this or that, what do you want to do?

Seeing this picture of mother like this, I knew she was angry. I hurriedly pulled back my hand and said in a low voice:

You asked me yourself...

My mother glared at me coldly, and I didn't dare to look at her. She lowered her head and didn't speak. She was silent for a long time. My mother sighed and stood up and said:

This is a choice you need to make. You have to walk your own path by yourself. Mom can only give you a reference, and the final choice is still in your hands.

After saying that, my mother returned to the kitchen. After a while, a table of dishes was presented on the dining table, but I didn't have much appetite.

My mother is right. I have to walk my own path by myself. How should I walk?In which direction?I have no idea……

Anyway, in my opinion, these so-called major events in life are no longer important. After getting the exact answer from my mother, nothing matters.

But I didn’t want to leave, and time would push me forward. On the last day of my major application period, at the suggestion of my mother, I chose the law major at the Provincial University.

One day in the future, I realized how precious my mother’s advice was.

However, now I naturally don’t understand this truth. After choosing a major, my mother’s attitude towards me began to become strange.

It’s not cold to say that being indifferent is not cold, and there is no need to be intimate. Anyway, I can feel that my mother is deliberately alienating me.

Even it was already evening when she came home every day.

I knew what my mother wanted to do, so I was very discouraged.

So much so that I had a terrible idea.

Five days later, I was curled up on the bed, sluggish, and the sound of opening the door came from outside the door. I looked at the time, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

My mother will only return home during this period of time these days, and then she rarely stays in public places in the living room to avoid meeting me.

I heard the noise of her returning to the bedroom, and there was no sound at home.

For several days, I dreamed every night, dreaming of my mother, dreaming of her smile, dreaming of her sorrow, dreaming of her sternness, dreaming of her tenderness...

Dreaming of mother's wonderful body.

Dreams are always dreams, and they cannot truly replace reality. My heart seems to be led by a rope. In a trance, I have arrived at the door of my mother's bedroom.

At this moment, emotions such as discomfort, excitement, guilt, etc. gather together and finally merge into desire.

When desires cannot be restrained, they will do things that are reckless.

I should have come to this state. Whether this is an excuse for myself or not, I have no way out, even if there is a dead end ahead.

With a creaking sound, I opened the door.

My mother seemed to be tired from work and slept soundly and sweetly. The snoring sounds came from her nose from time to time. I walked in slowly with nervousness and excitement and observed my mother at close range.

My mother was standing horizontally on the bed with her delicate body halfway, and a soft pancreas folded on the pillow. Her face was like a silver plate, her eyes were like autumn water. Her two beautiful eyebrows were hanging on her gallbladder and red lips were dotted under her nose. Between her teeth were as white as jade, her fragrant face was as graceful as peanuts, with a square character and a beautiful appearance.

Even in my sleep, my mother's eyebrows still tightened, and the majesty that belonged to her mother was faintly exuding between her eyebrows, as if there was still some depression...

These days, my mood and thoughts are like riding a roller coaster, jumping up and down, swaying left and right, as if there was a mountain pressing against me on my back, and I was about to breathe.

Looking at my mother's rosy thin lips, an indescribable desire began to grow with the violent beating of her heart.

I leaned down and gently pointed at the ripe fruit. At this moment, an electric current hit every blood vessel in my body, and I shivered.

I really want to taste it again, I really want to think about it, I really feel heartbroken when I think about it, and I am scared because my mother is so determined, and she will never allow me to take any wrong actions against her.

So, I can only think about it, or do it secretly, just like it just now, but it doesn't make any sense.