Chapter 73 Showing Your Thoughts (04)

The faint moonlight scattered behind my mother's back, and I saw my mother's hair dyed with silvery white.

I grabbed my mother's wrist, squeezed out a smile, and said: Mom, I am still so young now, why do I say it's like I'm going to go on a blind date soon?

And mom, you taught me to treat my feelings sincerely. If I marry someone I don’t like, I will be dissatisfied.

Mom sighed softly:

Feelings... can be cultivated slowly.

I don't understand these, but I know one truth.I looked into my mother's eyes and said, and she smiled contemptuously:

Do you still know what the reason is?

The force on my hand was heavier, and I said something in a low voice but very clearly:

One person should not fall in love with two people at the same time.

Mom frowned, her expression was complicated, she lowered her eyes, and was silent for a long time, and a word without any emotion came from her:

Who do you like?

From beginning to end, I didn't mention this topic that could explode at any time. Until this time, my mother took the initiative to mention it. I could no longer suppress my inner emotions. Regardless of whether my mother would get angry about it, she said sincerely:

Of course the person I like is my mother!

I closed my eyes and waited for my mother's anger to arrive. I don't know how long time had stagnated, but the scene I expected did not appear.

This is wrong.

I opened my eyes, my mother still closed her eyes and said: So I said there was something wrong with your mind.

I said stubbornly: I don’t think there is any problem with this.

Mom said: You are young now and have a bias in your emotional concepts. Mom can understand it, but this is always wrong, you have to correct it.

I retorted: Maybe it seems to others that I like my mother is a rebellious person, but I know very well in my heart that only by being with my mother can I feel happiness.

Mom lifted her eyelids and said coldly: You are sick.Two words were added immediately:

Be cured.

Then you...have medicine?

What medicine do I have?I will take you to see a psychologist tomorrow.

There is no need for this at all, I shook my head and said:

Mom, if you say I am sick, then you are the medicine.

Mom mocked: Keep these tricks for your future girlfriend.

I said I won't find a girlfriend anymore.

So you're sick.

……

I and my mother argued endlessly on this topic, and finally ended with a sentence that she was a little angry:

sleep!

My mother adjusted her sleeping position, turned her back to me, and then added ruthlessly:

I warn you not to make any small moves, otherwise I will kick you down immediately!

oh……

The room was silent. Under my mother's warning, I naturally didn't dare to do anything, so I had to look at her white and jade-like back of my neck with my body sideways.

It turns out that my mother could not accept my feelings. I was not surprised by this result at all. However, when the facts were placed in front of me, I was still extremely discouraged.

There is a sentence in the novel written by Zhang Ailing: The way to a woman's heart passes through the path below the navel.

If I could have something happen to my mother, maybe things would have gone differently, right?

I controlled my head and my nose almost touched my mother's neck muscles, greedily sucking and licking the charming musk emitted from my mother's ice muscle pores. I couldn't help but close my eyes, deeply intoxicated by it.

Even if my mother doesn’t like me, it’s enough to taste her unparalleled beauty!

As soon as this thought came out, cold sweat burst out.

Why?Why do I think so?I clearly said that I like my mother, but, do you still like her with this idea?

If my mother knew my idea, would she be disappointed with me?No, my mom is already disappointed in me.

But, my mother is really beautiful. If she can have sex with a beautiful woman like her, it would be a wonderful thing to think about it.

You are so hypocritical!You are so shameless!

I was in endless struggle.

I blame myself and I feel sad.

So, I feel very wronged, and children who make mistakes will always feel wronged.

I stretched out my left hand and walked around my mother's waist and hugged her, and my whole upper body tightly pressed against her soft body.

Mom, I really like you very much, don’t ignore me, okay?I seemed to be excusing my shameless thoughts just now, crying with a false tone.

My mother didn't push me away, she probably fell asleep. Since she fell asleep, she naturally couldn't pay attention to me.

So I became even more scared and involuntarily used force to tightly clamp my mother's soft belly.

Mom, do you know?Recently I often have the same dream. I always dream that you lost me. I am afraid... I am afraid that one day this dream will become reality...

I said incoherently with crying: I know... I also know... I also know I am an annoying child, but... but I really can't control myself...

You must... hate me very much... you will definitely envy... other people's children...

Do you often wonder... why I was born... why I can't be as obedient as other people's children...

Tears filled my cheeks, I buried my entire face in my mother's hair and shouted: Mom... I can't live without you...

A soft and cold radius came from the back of the hand.

Mom has never hated you... Mom's voice is a little hoarse:

Yes, sometimes what you do makes me angry, but my mother never regrets giving birth to you. You are the child born by my mother for ten months. From the moment you are born, my mother has the obligation and responsibility to take good care of you and cultivate you to grow up.

But my mother only has the experience of becoming a mother this time, and she can only learn how to become a qualified mentor on your life path.

Mom hopes that you can be happy and gradually take on your own responsibilities, so on the way you grow, Mom always changes in different ways, always trying to make you become what your mother imagines.

My mother seemed to be a little guilty: I'm too greedy.

I felt uncomfortable and said in a trembling voice: I failed your cultivation. If it weren’t for my existence, my mother would definitely be... happy!