Chapter 76 The lonely me and her (02)

If you are wrong, I made a mistake again, my mother will definitely be angry.

The thing I fear most is that my mother is angry. I don’t know if she is afraid that my mother will beat me after being angry. Anyway, I’m very scared.

I bent down again, but did not steal my mother anymore, but hugged her and cried:

Mom...I didn't mean it, I really can't control myself...

Well... Mom whispered and woke up immediately. After seeing me holding her, she pushed me away with force, and sat up and said angrily:

What to do?Who allowed you to enter my room?

I stood beside the bed at a loss, my face was as ugly as crying.

So what's wrong?My mother's anger disappeared after she woke up, her eyebrows were frowned, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she did not pursue the incident of secretly entering her room.

I don’t know... Mom... I’m afraid... I believe my expression is even worse than a ghost at this time, and my mood is also very complicated.

Mom lowered her eyes, sighed a long time, and said sadly:

Son, what do you want to do?

Mom...I don't know...I don't know why I came to my mom's room...I...I think I'm really crazy...Mom...

I want to say too many things, so much that I don’t know which sentence to start. I feel uncomfortable and guilty, I struggle and wander, I...

Mom is going crazy too, son, okay?You are like this one day, and your mother is also uncomfortable...

Mom, I don’t want to be either human or ghost, but... but... I can’t continue to say this, and a feeling of powerlessness made me hold my face and sobb.

My mother leaned forward and pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed, and asked in a hoarse voice:

But what?You tell your mother...Mom enlightens you.

Mom knows...

Mom's arms are stiff.

Why...you have to think about this?

It’s not that I have to think about it, it’s that my brain is not in control, and my body is not in control. Now I really... I really think about my mother all the time.

My mother held me with two slender and slender jade hands and said softly: Has it been too late for my mother to work overtime recently?Then this is the case. Mom gets up tomorrow and goes home early to cook for you. OK?

I knew my mother was deliberately misunderstanding what I meant, and I felt even more sad, pursing my lips and shaking my head desperately with tears in my mouth.

So where do you want to go this holiday?Mom allows you whatever you want.

The more gentle my mother is, the more uncomfortable I feel.

What do I want to do?There is no doubt that there is only one thing.

I looked into my mother's eyes and asked: Can you do anything you want?

My mother didn't notice the true meaning I expressed. Her eyebrows stretched out, a slight smile on her lips, and she said:

Well, as long as you can be happy, mom will never break your promise.

Just... it's that unfinished birthday wish.

Mom, mom, she will never forget my birthday, she will remember the wish I made.

Which wish?

A desire to deviate from reality.

Since it has deviated from reality, it is impossible to achieve it.

I said word by word: I want to have a sleep with my mother.

Mom may misunderstand what I mean, but no matter which direction she misunderstood, that is what I want to express.

I am a bad boy, but no matter how bad the child is, my mother will not really hate him.

My mother didn't hit me or scold me. She would use her methods to stop her child from continuing to make mistakes.

The next afternoon, my mother came home from get off work and knocked on the door of my bedroom and interrupted me who was thinking about life.

My mother pushed the door and saw me sagging on the bed. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

Mom, what's wrong?I raised my head and broke the subtle atmosphere. At this moment, I seemed to see struggle and unbearance in my mother's eyes. In just a moment, these emotions disappeared and replaced by indifference.

Clean up and go to a place with me.

Where to go?For some reason, I started to get nervous.

You will know when you arrive.Mom's eyes turned down and said: Bring your phone, charger, ID card, and take the rest yourself.

I vaguely felt like I was losing something important.

My mother turned around and left my bedroom, leaving a cold sentence when the door closed:

I'll be waiting for you in the living room for ten minutes.

I was the only one left in the room. I couldn't help but shrink my body, turned to look out the window, and complained: Why is it still cold in June!

Ten minutes later, I came to the living room with a shoulder bag on my back as my mother wanted. My mother sat on the sofa, staring at the dark TV with her eyes blankly. After I came out, her eyes were on me.

Packed up?

OK...Mom, where are we going?

My mother didn't answer me, so she got up and walked towards the door. I followed her ass. My mother changed into a pair of low-heeled shoes and led me to the community parking lot.

Why is my mother so anxious to take me to that place?Before I even had time to change my professional outfits, I had no time to think about it and got into the co-pilot.

You are already an adult, and you cannot rely on your mother for everything.As soon as the engine got fired, my mother said something lonely.

I began to feel uneasy and had nothing to say.

Mom hopes that you can carefully examine your life and change those unrealistic ideas.

I opened my mouth wide and wanted to explain something, but found that there was nothing to explain because I had firmly expressed my determination.

Because of uneasiness, I started to breathe. My mother turned her head and looked at me. The flesh on her cheek seemed to tremble. After a while, she turned her head and said lightly:

Since you can't change, let mom help you change.

After saying that, my mother stepped on the accelerator and the car ran away.

I began to feel at a loss. As the community moved away, I realized that my face was hot.

Where will my mother take me?See a psychologist?No, because my mother has already driven to the highway intersection.

Looking at the direction my mother was driving, I hoped that all this was fake, it was a joke my mother made to me.

My mother is serious and she rarely jokes, and she has never joked since that night.

My mother took me to another highway intersection, Suining Expressway intersection station, this is the city where my dad works.

My mother drove the car to the side of the road, and looked at the windshield coldly after turning off the engine.

Mom...What does this mean?I asked, staring at my mother's side face.

You are a smart kid, you can understand what I mean.Mom looked ahead, her voice cold.