Chapters 74-75

After the results came out, it naturally entered the summer vacation.

As for the score, there is naturally a family that is happy and worried. The noisy and messy things in the class are not stated.

Anyway, for me, this ranking is always acceptable.

In a trance, junior high school reached the end, and the door to high school was about to open to me.

The span between high school knowledge and junior high school is actually quite large. My mother sincerely warned me not to treat it at will, so I can’t just spend time this summer vacation, and I have to prepare for a new admission.

The same goes for Xiaofei. She has already started to find her brothers and sisters she knows to borrow textbooks for her first year of high school.

We still keep in touch on weekdays, but now I have no time to be distracted, so the two of us are a little dull when chatting. According to my previous style, I must have made Xiaofei blush and still not give up. Now, we feel a little bit back to the natural state.

Since Xiaofei has started preparing, I can't fall behind. So, now, I am choosing reference books in the largest Xinhua Bookstore in the city.

This bookstore is located on the bustling pedestrian street. The large storefront sign is as high as two or three floors, which is larger than the small libraries in many places. Therefore, it is also called the Bookstore by everyone.

It was the holiday, and the store was crowded with people inside and outside, mostly children, that is, parents brought their children to serve as an amusement park.

The bookstore is not quiet. After all, the store is playing music and the TV is advertising and selling, but it is not appropriate to say it is noisy. In short, if you focus on it, it is not impossible to read books here.

Mom, what books do you want to buy?

I still know nothing about the courses I want to take. The subjects in junior high school are divided into first-class subjects, including first-class Chinese, mathematics and English, followed by chemistry and physics. Later, the importance of historical geography is relatively poor.

And what will happen to high school?

My mother narrowed her eyes: I think about it... I have to take classes in my first year of high school. I can buy one set in addition to Chinese. I can also give you some tutoring for Chinese.

Seeing my mother's confident look, I couldn't help laughing. The two of them went to the teaching aid area first.

There are not many people on the bookshelf here. After all, this kind of reference book will never make people read it with relish, so most of them just randomly read it and think it's not bad.

My mother picked a few books and told me that the teaching materials used in the school were specially ordered and could not be bought outside.

However, what sells outside can adapt to the needs of different regions and each has its own benefits.

I told me about the differences between different test papers in different places, and then sighed: The questions we have here are quite difficult, so you must work hard.

I nodded, still full of longing for a new life in the future.

When I thought of those unknown teachers and classmates in my mind, I couldn't help but feel full of expectations.

My junior high school life did not leave any particularly deep impression on me. Perhaps it was because my relationship with other classmates was not so close. I always felt that it was quite difficult to find two close friends. Besides, I focused on my mother, so naturally I paid less attention to other things.

Seeing my serious expression, my mother also softened and gently touched my head.

Now, in the mother's heart, her son is her entire support. What she hopes most is that her son can become a very outstanding person and a strong man.

In the past, she had high expectations for her son, and now she is far better than before.

Because, in her heart, her son is no longer the image that always needs to be protected by himself. He is like a lush leafy tree rising from the ground, chasing the sun above his head, stretching the branches farther and farther and longer.

After walking around for two times, my mother and I already had a lot of books in our hands. These books looked not many, but they became very spectacular together.

So much so that the two of us held each other with four hands, and we felt a little lighter.

However, after my mother made the choice, she did not go to check out immediately. Instead, she took me to another place in the bookstore, raised her arm and pointed at me, and said to me: Pick a few novels or essays that you are interested in. If you have the opportunity like this during the holidays, it is always good to read more books.

She shook her head again, her expression looking very sad: In school, the children have no chance to study, and the daily homework and homework take up all their spare time.The subject of Chinese is originally focused on accumulation. Continuous reading is very helpful for improving comprehension and composition skills, but only teaching skills in class, but everyone needs to work hard on these things.

When I recalled the time I was preparing for the exam before, I always felt very nervous. Not to mention that I had no spare time, even if I had, I just thought about how to rest and couldn’t get any interest in studying.

However, because my mother's family is a scholarly family, she has never given up her requirements for studying.

Since I was a child, I have been with my grandfather and listened to him telling historical stories that seem very fantastic to children.

When I was in elementary school, my mother was very strict with me and I was not allowed to play games with my classmates. However, I didn’t buy any of the various books for me. At that time, I couldn’t understand many things, but I just chose those interesting stories to read them over and over again. That kind of pure happiness, now I think back and forth, also makes me miss it very much.

As I grew older, my knowledge expanded a lot, and the matter of reading was also put on hold with the increasingly busy campus life. If you want to talk about the books I read in junior high school that impressed me, it is naturally

I suddenly recalled the functional novels that my classmate had lent me. Although Xiaofei was soon stopped, just a few chapters I saw, the erotic descriptions in them opened the door to my ignorant understanding of the two genders.

I couldn't help but recall my mental journey over the past few years, and the relationship between me and my mother gradually became more and more intimate.

Thinking of this, I quietly glanced at my mother beside me. Her face seemed to have never been baptized by time, and it was still so touching.

My attachment to my mother is no longer worthy of words, and it is reflected in my heart in every move. However, now my mother still has a thin resistance to me. Perhaps because the relationship between us is moving too fast, my mother is not mentally prepared enough.

It takes time or some kind of opportunity to take off guard against things like this, but there is no way to rush to achieve success.

You go and look for it first, I'll take a break here.My mother told me, but her eyes looked elsewhere.

I followed my mother's gaze and saw that it was a bunch of couples with their children.

The child was probably just literate and smiled happily at a picture book. The wife was holding the book for the child and gestured on the book with her fingers. The husband stood behind the two people, with his hands behind his back, and smiled warmly, as if he was protecting the two people.

My mother's expression was a little melancholy, both reminiscing about the past and sighing. Such a joy of family may be an unsuccessful picture for her.

The happiness she once thought was ultimately in the midst of changes in things and people, and it dissipated with the wind.

I leaned against my mother, hoping to soothe the sorrow that flashed in her eyes.

In my impression, my mother has always been very strong. When I was young, her discipline was very strict, guiding me to walk in the right direction.

Now, when we are only two of us left at home, we have used our own strength to support this home.

You go and find the book first.My mother told me.

I knew that my mother didn't say the last sentence, nor did she force herself.

However, I still couldn't help looking back at my mother. Her expression was lonely, like an extinguished spark.

After a pause, a ripples appeared in my heart.

Although my mother and I became lovers, what will the future direction of this family?

Although I have never thought about things like children, I always feel that this will be a very difficult problem to solve.

I couldn't help but think of my biological father. He had been away from home for a long time and his relationship with his mother became unexplained, just like a time bomb.

To be honest, I don’t know how to face him, especially the relationship between me and my mother has developed to the point where I am now, and I feel a little guilty.

However, I didn’t meet my father so soon. I thought to myself, will the next time my parents meet in court? What should parents know clearly about those disputes?

I picked up a book casually, and I looked at the words on the pages, but I couldn't read them in my heart. It seemed as if I had swam in my mind and came out again. Listening to the laughter and joy of the outside world, I only felt a kind of indescribable sadness.

I felt sorry for my mother, but I didn't know what to do to be the best. These lines made my mind messy. I always felt that I was insignificant, but I could do nothing in the face of the upcoming storm.

After sighing a long time, I finally turned my mind and read the novel in my hand carefully.

The stories written in the book begin with a man who is called a tyrant by the people.

He chaoticized the city and acted against the trend, which aroused public grievances.

Later, he even forced the beautiful girl from the nobles in the city and brought her back to the palace as a princess.

The child was abandoned by the king and then survived by chance.

Unexplained with his life experience and truth, he finally led the people back to the city as an uprising army and killed his infamous father. According to custom, he married the king's widow, who was his mother, and he and the queen knew nothing about this...

How about it, are you optimistic?

My mother's voice suddenly came to my ears, which pulled me out of the world of story.

And my mind is full of the subsequent plot development. What will happen to the new king who marrys his mother? Will they finally know all these secrets?

When my mother saw my dull look, she couldn't help laughing: You are the same as when you were a child, and you can't put down the books you like when you see them.

The sorrow on my mother's face has completely disappeared, and only the smile as bright as the sunlight left behind is a bright smile, which makes me wander in my heart.

After taking a look at the time, I realized that I had been standing in front of the bookcase for an hour or two.

If you like this, why not buy the book and read it again. It’s time for us to go home.

No, no, change another one, mom, please help me choose.I hurriedly put down the book. Although I was fascinated by reading it myself, I always felt embarrassed to let my mother see it.

It's OK, I'll take a look... My mother's eyes swept over the bookcase, then stretched out her slender index finger, pressed it on the spine, and took the book down with a light pressure.

Her focused side face looked both handsome and beautiful. I just felt my heartbeat keeps accelerating. I couldn't help but swallow, and even stopped breathing.

This book...and this one.I also choose some ancient Chinese, and I cannot relax in this aspect of classical Chinese.Soon, my mother picked five or six books, and now she couldn't get it with all four hands. I quickly went to find a basket, put it all in, and went to check out with my mother.

When I walked out of the book city, the sky had become a little dim and was about to enter dusk.

Walking on the road, my mother suddenly raised her head: What do you want to eat at night?

I answered casually: Anyway, anything is fine.

It’s the most embarrassing, and to be more insightful, otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do.My mother lowered her eyebrows, as if she was quite dissatisfied with my perfunctory behavior.

I quickly said: Mom, you taste delicious, just make something special.I think...how about scrambled eggs with tomatoes?

When my mother heard me say this, she couldn't help laughing: What's the best thing about me? It's what you like to eat the most, right?

I like to eat one aspect, and the most important thing is that my chef wants to eat no matter what he cooks. I can eat several more bowls of rice with tomato scrambled eggs.I quickly praised my mother.

My mother's craftsmanship is really good, which makes me not picky about the restaurants outside. Most of them are not as delicious as my mother's, so I naturally lost the surprise of delicious food.

In a person's life, what many people remember most is the taste of mother, and it becomes more and more nostalgic as time goes by.

The mother smiled and shook her head: What a sycoon.The mother said this and she also enjoyed the praise she praised her son in her heart.

Mothers are a type of people with a very serious personality. They strive to do what they do to the best within their ability. The efforts and hard work they make are invisible to others. Therefore, they actually care about other people's evaluations. Once others can recognize their efforts, they will be quite happy.

The mother's personality is very restrained, and only at this time will she show some contrast.

I remember the last time my mother was nominated for an excellent teacher, she excitedly held a banquet at home and showed off her skills. Of course, I was naturally very happy to see that my mother was happy.

We walked all the way, from the vegetable market to the community gate, from the corridor to the door of our house.

I took out the key, inserted it into the door lock, and after only half a circle, the door opened in response.

I couldn't help but wonder. I remembered that when I went out, I was locked, but for some reason, it seemed that I didn't lock at all. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

When I opened the door and entered the house, I found a shadow sitting on the sofa, surrounded by smoke and a virtual cage.

I thought it was a thief, so I held my breath all of a sudden, but I felt that the figure seemed a little familiar, and I was stunned in place.

What's wrong? Go quickly and put down the things first.My mother pushed me behind me, which made me realize that I quickly took two steps forward.

From this perspective, I can see it more clearly. Sitting on the sofa smoking is my father who has disappeared for a long time.

He was wearing a dark outfit that looked slightly wrinkled, his collars drooped and his cuffs shone with reflection.

I didn't change my feet to slippers, but I still had those pairs of leather shoes.

What was placed beside him was a large plastic bag with clothes and something else stacked inside.

I always feel that something has changed in my father. If I hadn't seen him at home, I would have dared not recognize him.

His expression looked like a suppressed lion, his hair was about to explode, and his mouth was as if he was forcing himself to remain calm. His father's appearance was a little more vicissitudes and deeper than usual.

I was stunned for a moment, and said, "Dad is stuck in my throat. I don't know if it's better to say it or not."

For me, my father has always been a symbol of majesty, but this majesty is collapsing, just like in that story, but now, he is still my father after all, and what happened between me and my mother made me feel guilty and I was at a loss for a moment.

Xiaotong is back?His low and silence sounded, rather than a question, more like accusation, asking me why I didn't say hello to him.

This authority as a father that ran through my entire childhood made me unable to raise my head for a moment. I knew that I could not escape this time, so I could only stammer: Yes, um... Dad.

I saw my father nodding, as if signaling me to leave, and I could clearly feel my mother's body stiffening for a moment before she returned to normal.

I wanted to go back to the room with books and the like, but in the end I couldn't take a step. Instead, I threw my handbag onto the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

I kept beating in my heart, not knowing what my father was going to do when he came back, but the four big words "I am not good at the visitor" were almost written on my face.

I moved my gaze a little and found that the condoms and contraceptives I used with my mother were carelessly placed on the coffee table in front of my father. I couldn't help but feel shocked, thinking that the matter between me and my mother had been exposed.

But then I thought, no matter what, I wouldn't think of myself. This gave me some comfort, but I was still shocked.

Since my father discovered it, he will definitely check it out. If the relationship between him and his mother is really revealed, what will happen, what will happen to my mother, what will happen to me, what will I do?

Various questions were crowded in my mind, making me panic and overwhelmed, and I felt my heart was about to jump into my throat.

The mother, who was standing at the door, also found the things on the table, and her heart seemed to be hanging down a little.

Her husband's arrival was unexpected, and she even uncovered the fragility and scars she wanted to hide.

She didn't even look at her husband sitting in the living room. She panicked for a moment and forced herself to calm down.

The more panicked you are, the more you will be exposed. What you need to do now is to stay natural and calm. Only in this way can you pass on the things in front of you.

She thought this way, and another idea was to protect her son. In any case, her son was her most important psychological sustenance now.

If her son had left her, she wouldn't know what to do.

The days and nights spent with her son flashed through her mind. When he was stupid, when he took care of himself, when he said sweet words to himself, and when he and himself...

Thinking of this, the mother's face suddenly turned red, and her disgust and resistance towards her husband became even more serious. She knew that although she was separated from her husband, she was actually still in a husband-wife relationship, but she had sex with her son again. Ethics and other things didn't matter first. From a reasonable point of view, what she did was no different from cheating.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Even if the man who should be called her husband hurt her so deeply, she did something that she had done to her.

My mother's heart was very complicated, but it didn't show it at all on the surface.

I looked at my father, and then subconsciously looked at my mother uneasy.

My mother was still in a state of turmoil. She first gently placed the things in her hand on the top of the shoe cabinet, as if her father was not at home, as if nothing had happened.

I stared at my mother tightly, and didn't know what happened to me. If I hadn't said that I had a quarrel with my father, I would have said a few words. But now my mother clearly saw it, but she looked invisible. It was not only my father, but also the things on the coffee table.

While thinking about countermeasures, my mother put down everything. The heavy plastic bag made her hands hurt a little, and then she felt a little relaxed.

She still kept silent and thought about taking action.

In this atmosphere, whoever speaks first will lose, whoever gets angry first will lose. She is like a calm hunter, waiting for the man to fall into the trap, and then watching him struggle in the trap.

Sure enough, my husband finally couldn't help but say something like a roar. You explain it to me?

My father's roar made me tremble all over, and I even felt everything in the room tremble.

Although I knew that this sentence was not for me, I still felt nervous.

But my father's momentum did not overwhelm my mother. My mother was still calm, as if she had expected the incident and seemed to have no concern about the incident.

What to explain?The mother said lightly, and it didn't even look at her father. She turned around, opened the shoe cabinet, and leaned down.

My father was also angry by his mother's attitude. He grabbed the box on the table and raised it as if he wanted to tell the world: Didn't he say that the family had been used up before?Is this a new box of new ones?How many fucking hell did he use?Then he fell heavily on the table, causing the glass plate to buzz.

And this, how do you explain this?Drink Ah?My father picked up another box of contraceptive pills and shook it inside. In the end, the box could not escape the fate of being thrown away. He lay miserably on the coffee table with the box of condoms.

I was still so arrogant that I didn't dare to show off, for fear of being discovered by my father, so I had to pretend that I didn't know anything, leaned on the dining table, and secretly observing my parents' reactions.

The father's anger formed a sharp contrast with the mother's indifference, as if sandwiched between magma and iceberg, which made me feel scared and at ease.

My mother didn't care about her father's questions, and she didn't care about her father's anger and changed her shoes.

The mother first leaned down and raised her round buttocks. She was wearing a short skirt, and her hips supported the skirt, looking like a mature and plump peach that was about to drip from juice, making people unable to help but reach out to caress.

Following the plump buttocks down, they are white legs. Because my mother's frequent movements, her legs look healthy and slender, moist and symmetrical, and smooth, just like porcelain fired in an official kiln.

At this time, because I was half bent over, my mother's exposed thighs were more than usual, closer to the roots, and only a line away from her private parts, which made people imaginative.

The book says that the legs have sexual hints. I didn’t think so when I read them before. Now my mother’s pair of beautiful legs is presented to me, which really makes me believe it.

At this time, my mother bent her knees slightly and raised her foot. This position looked even more graceful, just like a dancing swan. Moreover, because of the lifting of her calf, the short skirt was slightly higher, and the spring light suddenly ejaculated.

My mother was wearing sandals, so it was not too difficult to take them off. She gently pulled her hands and the shoes fell off, revealing one of her jade feet.

My mother's feet are also very beautiful, just like a piece of finely carved fat jade. Even the skin on the heel is extremely delicate, as if fingers are placed on it, it will gently slide down. It is really a blessing to meet the chanjuan, and the petals of the petals produce lotus.

Then, my mother changed the shoes on one side, then used the same trick again, and changed the other side.

I stared at my mother's shoes changing movements, and for a moment I even forgot the tense atmosphere in the room. People said that they were so arrogant, but now it seems that it is true.

After changing her shoes, her mother did not sit down, but stood there, and she exuded a momentum from her body. Her indifference suddenly became like a needle hidden in a cotton pad.

how?How did this sound come up? It suddenly exploded like fireworks and then dissipated.

You are only allowed to find a mistress, but I am not allowed to find a man?My mother's tone was slow, but it sounded like she was questioning her father. When I heard my mother say this, I was stunned for a moment. Before, I only knew that my parents had different feelings, so I didn't expect that there would be such a relationship.

This sudden change made my fear and guilt fall suddenly, and my eyes looked at my father a little subtle.

Looking back, my father always said that he would drink with his friends, so he would not stay at home for several days. What kind of friend did he ignore his own home?

Even his wife was sick and injured?

My father's previous suspicious behavior made me start to think about it.

When my father snatched out the cigarette, I raised my head to look at my mother, and my eyes shrank a little. The ruthlessness just now disappeared for some reason. At this time, my mother's aura had the upper hand, and she felt like she was able to see it.

My father was about to say something, but my mother quickly suppressed this sentence: Do you think I don’t know?Do you still think you have hidden that fox spirit well?Let me tell you, I've discovered it long ago.I haven't had a showdown with you before, and I just swallowed my anger for my son. Since you have to break this layer of window paper now, don't blame me for being rude.I have all the evidence, I will get it for you now.

My mother walked into the room and saw that my mother was so confident that I was a little stunned. I don’t know why my mother had never told me about this before.

Seeing the offensive and defensive transformation between my parents, I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart. No matter how they looked at the two of them, they were intrigue, which made me dizzy, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't need to do anything now. I only knew that no matter what, I should stand on the same front as my mother, even like the young man who killed his father in the story, I was determined.

After his father put out the cigarette, he didn't lit another one. He lay half-retted on the sofa, looking very tired.

The little bit of guilt and distress towards my father in my heart disappeared. I just felt that he had such a beautiful, caring and virtuous wife but didn't know how to cherish it, so that he fell to this point today, all of which was his own fault.

I sighed, it seemed that my parents had to distinguish the boundaries. Such a scene in front of me made me feel a little sad.

After a while, my mother came back again, as if a gust of wind was coming and going.

She put a USB flash drive on the table, as if pouring all her resentment on it, and stood in front of her father with one hand on her waist, and asked arrogantly: I've brought it, how about it? Do you want to open it now and take a look?You can just plug it on the TV, as long as you are not afraid of throwing away your old face in front of your son.

The mother half-closed her eyes, like a lurking tiger. She looked at her father, speaking in a fierce tone, but her attitude was still so light, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

When his father saw his mother's appearance, he couldn't help but be shocked by this aura. He probably never thought that his mother would become so strong. Although his mother was not weak in the past, he always looked obedient in front of him. Even if he yelled at his mother, he had never seen his mother get so angry, and he had never seen her pressing step by step and aggressively.

It hasn't been long since I left home, but I didn't expect that the family seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. My father looked at his wife in front of him and suddenly felt that the family seemed so strange, which made people feel a little at a loss.

He lowered his head again, looking at the USB flash drive, feeling dizzy.

I looked at my mother and father, and the two of them confronted each other, but the outcome was already obvious.

My father swallowed without saying a word, his eyes were a little dull, staring at the USB drive that his mother left in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

I am also very curious about the content on my mother's USB drive. I said there was evidence of my father's cheating, but what exactly does it look like?

My mother was like a majestic statue of a god, standing there motionlessly, without speaking, waiting for her father's reply.

My father was still in a daze, and he didn't know what he was planning in his mind. He suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had made up some decisions, and his tone changed back to that rough feeling.

OK, OK, very good, have a genital, haha, you have a genital!His father was obviously so angry that he was unconscious that he even spoke intermittently, as if one word came out one by one. He laughed in vain, not knowing what he was laughing at, but there was a lot of anger in the laughter, which made people creepy.

The mother stared at him coldly, not moved by her father. After a burst of laughter, her father said: OK, there is nothing to say between him and you. Since things are like this, don’t pretend to be like this or that. Just get a divorce.

Then what?The mother said that she didn't look at her father either. It was obviously a big deal between them, but for her mother, she was like going out to throw away some garbage.

My son belongs to me, this house. My father looked around and seemed to be evaluating its value. The house is common property. If the sentence is made, it will be half of the person...

Before he could finish his words, his mother immediately interrupted: No need, I bought half of the house with money, and then said it, and then I would be clearer. As for my son, it is impossible to talk to you. You should have this heart sooner.

That is to say, the previous things have nothing to do with me, but now I really have my belongings. Of course, I know that I will definitely not leave my father, so how can I leave my mother I love deeply?

Moreover, my mother said that she wanted to buy the house. I was full of emotions. I have lived here since I was a child. I really couldn't bear to leave. I wanted me to live a life of no fixed place with my father, but I would never do it.

Even if the court awarded me to my father, I would definitely run back to my mother's side secretly.

My mother looked at me resentfully, as if she was hinting at me something. Seeing my mother's aggrieved expression, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken and said repeatedly: I only know how to talk to my mother.

When my father heard what I said, he was angry: Naughty kid, he really doesn't know what he is good or bad.He cursed, waved his hand and took a few steps forward to suffocate me, and I subconsciously shrank back.

I always feel that my father is too scary to resist, so I have to shrink back.

At this time, my mother flashed over, blocked me, and blocked my father, just like a hen that stood up to fight the eagle to protect the cub.

Seeing my mother bravely protecting me, a heat surged in my heart. This warmth made me develop a kind of courage from the inside out, just like a fire.

The fierce and evil father in front of him didn't look that scary either.

I said, my son cannot follow you. Look at what you are like now, why do you want me to hand over my son to you?My mother gritted her teeth at her father, saying that at this time, Xiao Mi, who had been hiding in a corner where she didn't know where, seemed to think that my mother and I were bullied, and rushed out bravely and bared her teeth at her father.

At this time, my father had completely fallen into a lonely situation.

If you dare to do anything randomly, I will call the police.The mother raised her cell phone and threatened, "If you don't want to cause trouble again, it's best to leave as soon as possible."

Seeing that we were ready for battle, my father also said viciously: Damn, let’s see you in court.Before he finished speaking, he slammed the door and left as before.

boom!Squeak creak creak... The door was thrown hard, but it couldn't close, but was swaying there.

I was relieved and my mother seemed to relax. She suddenly became very depressed, as if everything that happened just now had nothing to do with her.

Xiao Mi shouted under her feet, and after making a gust of majesty, she now looked very scared.

The mother didn't speak, and quietly walked to the sofa and sat down.

My mother raised her hand and touched her eyes, as if she was attracted, and tears kept flowing down.

The smell of smoke from my father's dying made her cry and couldn't help coughing. The pear blossoms were covered in rain also made my heart feel like a knife, but I didn't know what to say to my mother, so I had to sit next to her as well.

I really wanted to comfort my mother. I kept my words in my heart, but in the end I couldn't say anything. I just hugged my mother gently as usual.

My mother didn't struggle, so she let me hold her like this.

I gently patted my mother's back, hoping that she could relieve herself from the blow earlier.

I remember the last time my father returned home, the two had a big fight like this. At that time, they were also talking about preparing for divorce and so on. When my father left, he slammed the door and left.

Now, at this moment, just like that, I couldn't help but feel a rippling in my heart, but fortunately, after such a fuss, the matter between my parents was finalized, and my mother and I would probably not be disturbed in the future.

Xiao Mi snorted, and the sky gradually became dark. Her mother cried for a while, and then turned to a soft sob.

I also hugged my mother quietly and asked her to slowly get ready. After all, we still have a lot of time.

What my mother expected most was the incident of her husband cheating. When she recalled her first half of her life, she suddenly felt that her youth was so indebted, and a wave of resentment was surging in her heart.

Especially the two scenes of her breaking up with her husband were stuck in her mother's heart, making her cry.

A woman is weak, but a mother is strong. The perseverance and courage of a mother come from her mother's nature.

She is weak as a wife, and traditional education makes her regard her husband and home as everything in her life.

The mother can say righteously that she has never been sorry for her father. Even if she was harassed in the workplace, she always hides far away and does not have close contacts with men of similar age.

But even so, she did not tie her husband's heart, and her husband's cheating was even more of a blow to her.

Although she had doubts about her husband who had never returned home all night, she finally let go of all kinds of guesses and took care of him caringly when he was drunk and unconscious.