Singapore and Hong Kong have similar sunny days, neat and artificial, as blue as menstrual blood in sanitary napkin advertisements
But Wanzi knew in her heart that the true menstrual blood was sticky and smelly, and it was more like the red mud gushing out from the sky than the sky of thousands of miles, than the bright red mud.
More like the difference between false and realistic
The heart-wrenching quarrel has almost half an hour passed, but she seems to be sinking into dark space and has long lost the concept of time
Without support, my body will collapse and my eyes will be stiffer than my body temperature, and I will hang gently outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Where is Liang Jingming?
He avoided the tent on the beach. The night before, they were so tall that they were so slapped with each other, hidden under the cramped canvas, and there was no trace of them.
He must have curled himself up as much as possible
The tent is shaking gently, the sea breeze is so cold
Just looking at her in a daze, she seemed to be in a nightmare until she was awakened by a shock, Wanzi glanced at her phone slowly, it was the flight message sent by the airline again
But it was not a reminder to return to Hong Kong, but a change of signing and informing him before breakfast, as if asking for some blessing from the gods. She almost took every effort and delayed her return to Hong Kong
If the showdown is a good result, she is ready to tell Liang Jingming in surprise that she will stay in Singapore for a few more days in order to be with him
However, it's not
The heart was slowly grabbed by words, and the suffocation was occupying the chest. Wanzi couldn't bear it at all. Fortunately, another message came in, and she clicked it almost like a fleeing
daughter:
I have sent the mullet, received it?
It was familiar to her. The hand from Wan Yong'an slid upwards, and there were several messages he sent a few days ago, reminding her that there was a new typhoon passing through Hong Kong.
But she never replied, she didn't even click to see
She didn't tell her parents that she was in Singapore
Hello? Wanzi?
Maybe it was the guilt that came late, or maybe it was the exit that needed to breathe. When her consciousness was reset, the voice had already been heard.
The voice overflowed like beer, and the man's smile was filled with bubbles: Are you not at work? Why do you have time to call me?
……
Inexplicably, Wanzi's eyes suddenly heated up and she was a lonely and tired bird. Before she fell to death, she finally caught a glimpse of the familiar nest.
The tip of her tongue pressed against the right side of her mouth and took a deep breath in a small way. She couldn't say a long sentence at all
It's okay, just, I'm just free
Oh yes, that mullet roe, I don’t know when you will come back next time, your mother will ask me to send it to you... Fortunately, Wan Yongan is still happy and didn’t notice her strangeness. Do you know how to do it? You need to slice it and soak it in sorghum wine, then use it to dry fry it, tear off the outer layer of film, and then add it to apple slices...
Do you know how to cook it?
The root of the teeth was sore that Wanzi couldn't even spit out the words
There was a background sound on the other end of the phone, which flowed into my ears in a scattered manner. Wan Yongan should have received her voice during the gap between attracting guests.
He is always not used to using Bluetooth headphones. He will park his ragged taxi on the side of the road and mix the noisy fireworks along the streets of the small town into the recipes.
Just like before that, he sent her a message in his spare time, using handwriting input method, wearing reading glasses that were sliding towards the tip of his nose, and slowly waiting for the phone to react with one stroke at a time.
Even if there are typos, frequent guests come quickly and he has no time to change it
Or, he can't tell it clearly
...What's wrong with you? Are you okay?
After the silence lasted for too long, Wan Yongan finally realized something was wrong with her: What happened?
The hand holding the phone was trembling, Wanzi could no longer hold it back, letting tears break through the unhealed scab and gather again on her jaw.
She couldn't tell him that his nagging recipes were meaningless. Waiting for her to return to Hong Kong, the mullets might have been broken.
She couldn't tell him that she couldn't understand why he sent messages in letter format
It was like I couldn't understand herself, why did I just finished a heart-wrenching argument with Liang Jingming, and turned around and couldn't help but want to seek comfort from him.
They all said they loved her very much, and it didn't stop hurting her
But she herself, why can she live her life in such a confused state no matter how carefully she is counting.
Why don’t you talk... Wanzi, are you crying?
No need to cover up, no more power to cover up
Through the hazy tears, she seemed to have returned to her childhood, watching her beloved green-haired duckling zombie, slowly covered by the soil
No matter how changing the years are, at a certain moment, she will always be that sad little girl, always looking for the fulcrum of reliance
She finally decided to accept her fate before she could hurt her heart.
She has been there for a long time and hasn't called him that
Dad, I want to go home
The intention to leave was settled, and Wanzi's luggage was packed silently so that Liang Jingming didn't notice it at all. She had quietly left the room and even the hotel.
Until she was at the airport counter, she changed her air ticket again
Where are you?
While communicating with the ground crew, Wanzi glanced at the message and pressed the screen without caring about Liang Jingming's answer. She called one by one. She slowly started editing the text when she started waiting for the plane.
I'll leave first
Apart from these, she couldn't think of anything else
It seemed as if time was reset. Back to their ridiculous night in Vietnam, she left without saying goodbye. She wanted to leave a note for him who was sleeping, but she had nothing to say.
Back to the starting point, it may be an end
But she was still not ready to face it
After sending the message, she completely lost contact. She deliberately ignored his increasingly violent call.
Just like a patient with a late-stage terminal illness, she spent her life in drowsiness with a large amount of analgesics, and her only thought when she escaped from waking up, her life had come to an end.
And the analgesic she found was a drama
"Spying", Korean suspense crime drama
Killing people on rainy nights, corpses and beheadings, accompanied by sad orchestral music and excessive Korean performances, the addiction is obvious
She looked when she was waiting for the plane, when she flew, when she landed, when she was picked up by her father, and went home to retract into the bedroom to continue watching...
I thought I would see the sky and the earth dark, and the world finally became a wall of iron, but in the end it was my mother, and a ray of light shook loudly into it.
Wanzi, come out for dinner
As soon as I poked my head, I was stung by the darkness. It turned out that the small town had sunk into the night
The rice is home-cooked three dishes and one soup, but there is a stainless steel plate in the center, and two steamed crabs are sitting upright.
My parents sat upright on both sides of the dining table, staring at her with their hands holding their shoulders, silently and stiffly, just like the two sausage crabs turned into human form
Eat
The scene is too dark and humorous, but Wanzi is too lazy to laugh, they will look like this, and they must have guessed it, especially their mother
Sure enough, as soon as she handed over the chopsticks, she heard her speak
You're back by yourself?
Um
After picking up the rice, Wanzi chewed it mechanically in her mouth
Being questioned by her mother, she has always played a fast and fierce table tennis game, but she has no intention of fighting today, and she is just fake in counterattacks, allowing herself to be hit by one stroke.
Didn’t you tell your dad before that you would bring your boyfriend when you come back this time?
Next time
Break up?
……No
If you haven't broken up, you'll come back by yourself?
……
The mind was pulled into the maze without an outlet, and began to hurt. Wanzi didn't even have the strength to speak. He lowered his head to finish the masturbation crab
From childhood to adulthood, if the food at home is double, she always has one portion. The remaining portion is half of the portion, so she has taken one.
However, as soon as she pried open the crab shell, she was stunned. She subconsciously looked at the woman in front of her.
This woman who silently prepared the food and asked her to come out to eat, but also felt disappointed and angry.
The tender flesh in the shell is golden and brilliant, and the fat fragrance spreads out like a mist
This is not an ordinary crab, but a butter crab
Precious and rare
Wanzi, how old are you this year?
However, there was no time to say anything, a new round of questioning was thrown into his ears, and another vortex ripples rippled.
The hand that pinched the crab legs was trembling slightly, she couldn't bear such a confession now
Mom, let's talk about it tomorrow
You are twenty-five years old and twenty-six years old. According to our algorithm here, you are almost thirty, and in a blink of an eye, you will be more than thirty. Children of your peers are going to elementary school
However, my mother turned a deaf ear and said fiercely, you have been watching TV series for a day, and you think I don’t know? How long do you want to escape? How much time do you have to escape?
I'll go to Hong Kong to see you. Have I told you that your little boyfriend is only eighteen and even with his toes, he knows it's not reliable?
Have I told you that you have a demolition quota in your name? One person is 5 million. If you find a mainland husband to move in, and you will have two more children, it will be 20 million. Will you calculate this? As a result, you have to look for a Hong Konger, but the Hong Konger does not have a household registration! It would be fine if you look for it. How old is the question? Are you planning to get married or just play with you?
I asked you, what are you going to do now? If you have any problems, break up quickly. Are you still ties with me? Do you think you are eighteen or thirty years old? You want money or family. What do you want?
You said! What should you do in your life!
The volcano erupted and echoed in the narrow dining room
Wanzi is the witness scene. What's even more pitiful is that she was bitten by sharp pain and confusion, but she was not yet dead.
Can only endure it alive
Too tired, so tired that I can't even make a moan
She was like a sports car with gas exhausted gas. No matter how hard she was trampled, she could not make any roar even if she could drive, she would crush her to herself without hesitation.
Who told her to come back today? Who told her to think her home is a harbor
Silently, it was my father who broke the silence
OK, let's have a meal first
However, my mother still pursued her relentlessly: Otherwise, Wanzi, you'll forget it
...What did you say? After judging her face, my father quickly spoke up. She was good at opening a public relations company in Hong Kong. What can I do when I come back here?
I will take the civil service exam for the teacher exam. If I can’t take over my food stalls, wouldn’t it be better? Do you think she earns a lot? It’s just that I buy shoes and bags and those useless things, and I can’t afford a house in Hong Kong. If I can buy it, it’s a bigger room, which is worse than a toilet. It can compare with the conditions at home?
Besides, I am still in love when I am thirty years old. I am just not understanding how good I am. What's the use of working?
Talking endlessly, my mother didn't look at her at all and ignored her, and Wanzi didn't look up
They are outsiders to each other
The topic is purely venting anger and has no meaning to refute it. Moreover, since independence, Wan Zi has lost interest in going to war with her parents, especially her mother.
Just because they are getting older and backward, just because they are the only child in their family, just because they love her without any way out, they have already lost a lot
Her advantages lies in her youth and monopoly, and she sees it too clearly
But because she saw it very clearly, she knew that this war was not won.
It doesn't matter if the family rules are strict, she believes in the more cruel jungle rules anyway
There is no need to argue with them, as long as you get better than them, you can crush them, intimidate them, use money, power and achieve success, and live a life that they dare not even imagine.
But before that, she had to endure
Endure it alive
The butter crab is held in the hand, its beans are dull and bright, with a kind of dead innocence, like a specimen sealing the childlike innocence
Close the crab shell again, put it back, keep it intact
Wanzi stood up
I'm stuffed
Still ignoring her, my mother seemed to be talking to her through her nostrils and stopped moving ups and downs, but she did not lose her sharpness.
Eat it, both of them are yours
I have no appetite
Others can be left over, and the crabs must be eaten
I really can't eat it
What can’t be eaten? You don’t eat much at all!
……
The last nerve was finally destroyed by this endless torture
A smirk came out, but Wanzi was powerless to continue her eyes swayingly facing her mother's face. She knew she looked crazy and contemptuous.
But she knew that she was not like that. She just wanted to kneel down and surrender to her mother
I was so hard that I couldn't eat it anymore, can I
Please eat it yourself, I'm begging you
She really wants to beg her, she has been begging her for a long time
She wanted to tell her a long time ago
Express your heart directly
Can you stop feeding me like a duck-like feeding me stubbornly thinking that something is nutritious
Can you stop forcing me to eat alone again, and watch me eat with oppression and earnestness? Can you enjoy three people together, happily and calmly, like a normal family?
Can you stop doing unnecessary self-sacrifice and self-abstinence, do not spend money, enjoy, and touch any good things unless the child says he can't eat it anymore
Then, in the child's helpless and almost pity, he quickly dealt with food residues, like a skilled scavenger fish, swallowing similar excrement in big mouthfuls
Can you please stop giving me such high concentrations, can you dilute the care that you cannot repay a little, and just give me a little universal love that is indifferent to humans
Can you just hug me when I was in a downturn and my life was not going well, and I ran home like a dog with my tail between my feet
Can you just hug me, stop scolding me, tell me that everything will be fine, I deserve the best, because I have my parents, and I am still deeply loved
Everything will be fine
Please, mom
Please, hug me
The scene in front of me was paused, as if time and space were condensed, only she could breathe in big mouthfuls, only her heart was conveyed
My parents didn't blink at her, as if they understood something
However, the silence only lasted for a moment
If you can't eat it, get out! Get back to Hong Kong! Get out!
Mom roared sternly, almost knocking the crab off the table
Do you love to care about you when I’m idle? If you weren’t my child, what would it have to do with me?
Do you think Hong Kong is good, big cities are good, very open, tolerant and free, just do whatever you like? Are you stupid? That's because the city is too big and no one cares about you at all!
Don’t come back! Forget it if you die in Hong Kong!
Oh, my daughter is back once, what are you doing
Wan Yongan, just spoil her! You have the ability to spoil her for the rest of your life! You are the best at being a good person, you are right, and your daughter will call you if you have something to do. You are the most amazing, okay? I do the fucking work, and I make the meal
Booming, thunder rolled down like a response
A typhoon that transited through Hong Kong a few days ago, after several twists and turns, finally landed in this small coastal city.
But my mother is right, big cities are too big, small cities are small in everything, and even typhoons have degenerated into tropical storms
So no matter how hoarse you outside the window, it can't cover a couple's quarrel that has been rehearsing for half their lives.
Only Wanzi heard the drizzle of rain
All the blood rushes up to the top of her head, tears almost spurt out and rush back to the bedroom, she just feels ashamed to be wiped out
Why do people in their thirty years old have to experience this kind of mental incontinence?
Why did I suddenly realize that I was still trapped in this small place, this small room, life is just a ghost to hit a wall
Her parents are still cursing each other to the death, she still runs back to the room without any promise, trembling, and still wants to stay in the arms of an ostrich
She misses Liang Jingming very much
Miss his broad hug, bright eyes, clean and scented
He would surround her without reservation, cover her ears, block all the storms, tell her it's okay, it's not her fault
He is her own family of choice, and she can cry unrestrainedly in his arms
If he is not the initiator of all this
No, you can't call him, just call him
People can be weak for a moment, never be humble
Tightly bite your lower lip until the odor of blood leaks out of your mouth, crossing out those unanswered calls again and again, even if the phone screen pops up again and again
She forced herself to click on the APP to check the flight, and staggered while pushing her suitcase. She had decided to leave, just like when she came
However, my father was waiting outside the door
He rubbed his eyebrows and the smell of gunpowder slowly dissipated
Only fatigue left at the end of the tune, exactly the same as her
What are you going to do
Return to Hong Kong Wanzi wants to laugh, but can't lift the corners of her mouth, go back to Hong Kong
...The flights are cancelled if they can't fly this day
I see the fastest train
……
Dad can still laugh, but his expression seems to be chewing something bitter
Her eyes fell on her hand holding her suitcase, but she didn't move for a long time
It was not until the end that I met her eyes
Don't go back, you finally came back once... Your mother missed you very much, but she didn't say it, she was angry...
I miss you very much, too
Stay here, my dad begs you
The vision shivered in silence, and then slowly collapsed in silence
Every wrinkle on my father gradually couldn't see clearly. Until today, Wanzi realized that there were so many tears to shed.
She gently unpacked her suitcase, as if she had let go of the last rope of help
Then what should you do if you want me
Over and over again, muttering to myself
She seemed to be asking her father, and she also was asking the gods in the clouds.
Then what should you do if you want me
Let's go
In the end, only one of the gods answered her and saved her
Just like when he was a child, he squatted in front of her crying, gentle and patient, and responded to all requests.
Dad takes you out for some breath
But Wanzi knew in her heart that the true menstrual blood was sticky and smelly, and it was more like the red mud gushing out from the sky than the sky of thousands of miles, than the bright red mud.
More like the difference between false and realistic
The heart-wrenching quarrel has almost half an hour passed, but she seems to be sinking into dark space and has long lost the concept of time
Without support, my body will collapse and my eyes will be stiffer than my body temperature, and I will hang gently outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Where is Liang Jingming?
He avoided the tent on the beach. The night before, they were so tall that they were so slapped with each other, hidden under the cramped canvas, and there was no trace of them.
He must have curled himself up as much as possible
The tent is shaking gently, the sea breeze is so cold
Just looking at her in a daze, she seemed to be in a nightmare until she was awakened by a shock, Wanzi glanced at her phone slowly, it was the flight message sent by the airline again
But it was not a reminder to return to Hong Kong, but a change of signing and informing him before breakfast, as if asking for some blessing from the gods. She almost took every effort and delayed her return to Hong Kong
If the showdown is a good result, she is ready to tell Liang Jingming in surprise that she will stay in Singapore for a few more days in order to be with him
However, it's not
The heart was slowly grabbed by words, and the suffocation was occupying the chest. Wanzi couldn't bear it at all. Fortunately, another message came in, and she clicked it almost like a fleeing
daughter:
I have sent the mullet, received it?
It was familiar to her. The hand from Wan Yong'an slid upwards, and there were several messages he sent a few days ago, reminding her that there was a new typhoon passing through Hong Kong.
But she never replied, she didn't even click to see
She didn't tell her parents that she was in Singapore
Hello? Wanzi?
Maybe it was the guilt that came late, or maybe it was the exit that needed to breathe. When her consciousness was reset, the voice had already been heard.
The voice overflowed like beer, and the man's smile was filled with bubbles: Are you not at work? Why do you have time to call me?
……
Inexplicably, Wanzi's eyes suddenly heated up and she was a lonely and tired bird. Before she fell to death, she finally caught a glimpse of the familiar nest.
The tip of her tongue pressed against the right side of her mouth and took a deep breath in a small way. She couldn't say a long sentence at all
It's okay, just, I'm just free
Oh yes, that mullet roe, I don’t know when you will come back next time, your mother will ask me to send it to you... Fortunately, Wan Yongan is still happy and didn’t notice her strangeness. Do you know how to do it? You need to slice it and soak it in sorghum wine, then use it to dry fry it, tear off the outer layer of film, and then add it to apple slices...
Do you know how to cook it?
The root of the teeth was sore that Wanzi couldn't even spit out the words
There was a background sound on the other end of the phone, which flowed into my ears in a scattered manner. Wan Yongan should have received her voice during the gap between attracting guests.
He is always not used to using Bluetooth headphones. He will park his ragged taxi on the side of the road and mix the noisy fireworks along the streets of the small town into the recipes.
Just like before that, he sent her a message in his spare time, using handwriting input method, wearing reading glasses that were sliding towards the tip of his nose, and slowly waiting for the phone to react with one stroke at a time.
Even if there are typos, frequent guests come quickly and he has no time to change it
Or, he can't tell it clearly
...What's wrong with you? Are you okay?
After the silence lasted for too long, Wan Yongan finally realized something was wrong with her: What happened?
The hand holding the phone was trembling, Wanzi could no longer hold it back, letting tears break through the unhealed scab and gather again on her jaw.
She couldn't tell him that his nagging recipes were meaningless. Waiting for her to return to Hong Kong, the mullets might have been broken.
She couldn't tell him that she couldn't understand why he sent messages in letter format
It was like I couldn't understand herself, why did I just finished a heart-wrenching argument with Liang Jingming, and turned around and couldn't help but want to seek comfort from him.
They all said they loved her very much, and it didn't stop hurting her
But she herself, why can she live her life in such a confused state no matter how carefully she is counting.
Why don’t you talk... Wanzi, are you crying?
No need to cover up, no more power to cover up
Through the hazy tears, she seemed to have returned to her childhood, watching her beloved green-haired duckling zombie, slowly covered by the soil
No matter how changing the years are, at a certain moment, she will always be that sad little girl, always looking for the fulcrum of reliance
She finally decided to accept her fate before she could hurt her heart.
She has been there for a long time and hasn't called him that
Dad, I want to go home
The intention to leave was settled, and Wanzi's luggage was packed silently so that Liang Jingming didn't notice it at all. She had quietly left the room and even the hotel.
Until she was at the airport counter, she changed her air ticket again
Where are you?
While communicating with the ground crew, Wanzi glanced at the message and pressed the screen without caring about Liang Jingming's answer. She called one by one. She slowly started editing the text when she started waiting for the plane.
I'll leave first
Apart from these, she couldn't think of anything else
It seemed as if time was reset. Back to their ridiculous night in Vietnam, she left without saying goodbye. She wanted to leave a note for him who was sleeping, but she had nothing to say.
Back to the starting point, it may be an end
But she was still not ready to face it
After sending the message, she completely lost contact. She deliberately ignored his increasingly violent call.
Just like a patient with a late-stage terminal illness, she spent her life in drowsiness with a large amount of analgesics, and her only thought when she escaped from waking up, her life had come to an end.
And the analgesic she found was a drama
"Spying", Korean suspense crime drama
Killing people on rainy nights, corpses and beheadings, accompanied by sad orchestral music and excessive Korean performances, the addiction is obvious
She looked when she was waiting for the plane, when she flew, when she landed, when she was picked up by her father, and went home to retract into the bedroom to continue watching...
I thought I would see the sky and the earth dark, and the world finally became a wall of iron, but in the end it was my mother, and a ray of light shook loudly into it.
Wanzi, come out for dinner
As soon as I poked my head, I was stung by the darkness. It turned out that the small town had sunk into the night
The rice is home-cooked three dishes and one soup, but there is a stainless steel plate in the center, and two steamed crabs are sitting upright.
My parents sat upright on both sides of the dining table, staring at her with their hands holding their shoulders, silently and stiffly, just like the two sausage crabs turned into human form
Eat
The scene is too dark and humorous, but Wanzi is too lazy to laugh, they will look like this, and they must have guessed it, especially their mother
Sure enough, as soon as she handed over the chopsticks, she heard her speak
You're back by yourself?
Um
After picking up the rice, Wanzi chewed it mechanically in her mouth
Being questioned by her mother, she has always played a fast and fierce table tennis game, but she has no intention of fighting today, and she is just fake in counterattacks, allowing herself to be hit by one stroke.
Didn’t you tell your dad before that you would bring your boyfriend when you come back this time?
Next time
Break up?
……No
If you haven't broken up, you'll come back by yourself?
……
The mind was pulled into the maze without an outlet, and began to hurt. Wanzi didn't even have the strength to speak. He lowered his head to finish the masturbation crab
From childhood to adulthood, if the food at home is double, she always has one portion. The remaining portion is half of the portion, so she has taken one.
However, as soon as she pried open the crab shell, she was stunned. She subconsciously looked at the woman in front of her.
This woman who silently prepared the food and asked her to come out to eat, but also felt disappointed and angry.
The tender flesh in the shell is golden and brilliant, and the fat fragrance spreads out like a mist
This is not an ordinary crab, but a butter crab
Precious and rare
Wanzi, how old are you this year?
However, there was no time to say anything, a new round of questioning was thrown into his ears, and another vortex ripples rippled.
The hand that pinched the crab legs was trembling slightly, she couldn't bear such a confession now
Mom, let's talk about it tomorrow
You are twenty-five years old and twenty-six years old. According to our algorithm here, you are almost thirty, and in a blink of an eye, you will be more than thirty. Children of your peers are going to elementary school
However, my mother turned a deaf ear and said fiercely, you have been watching TV series for a day, and you think I don’t know? How long do you want to escape? How much time do you have to escape?
I'll go to Hong Kong to see you. Have I told you that your little boyfriend is only eighteen and even with his toes, he knows it's not reliable?
Have I told you that you have a demolition quota in your name? One person is 5 million. If you find a mainland husband to move in, and you will have two more children, it will be 20 million. Will you calculate this? As a result, you have to look for a Hong Konger, but the Hong Konger does not have a household registration! It would be fine if you look for it. How old is the question? Are you planning to get married or just play with you?
I asked you, what are you going to do now? If you have any problems, break up quickly. Are you still ties with me? Do you think you are eighteen or thirty years old? You want money or family. What do you want?
You said! What should you do in your life!
The volcano erupted and echoed in the narrow dining room
Wanzi is the witness scene. What's even more pitiful is that she was bitten by sharp pain and confusion, but she was not yet dead.
Can only endure it alive
Too tired, so tired that I can't even make a moan
She was like a sports car with gas exhausted gas. No matter how hard she was trampled, she could not make any roar even if she could drive, she would crush her to herself without hesitation.
Who told her to come back today? Who told her to think her home is a harbor
Silently, it was my father who broke the silence
OK, let's have a meal first
However, my mother still pursued her relentlessly: Otherwise, Wanzi, you'll forget it
...What did you say? After judging her face, my father quickly spoke up. She was good at opening a public relations company in Hong Kong. What can I do when I come back here?
I will take the civil service exam for the teacher exam. If I can’t take over my food stalls, wouldn’t it be better? Do you think she earns a lot? It’s just that I buy shoes and bags and those useless things, and I can’t afford a house in Hong Kong. If I can buy it, it’s a bigger room, which is worse than a toilet. It can compare with the conditions at home?
Besides, I am still in love when I am thirty years old. I am just not understanding how good I am. What's the use of working?
Talking endlessly, my mother didn't look at her at all and ignored her, and Wanzi didn't look up
They are outsiders to each other
The topic is purely venting anger and has no meaning to refute it. Moreover, since independence, Wan Zi has lost interest in going to war with her parents, especially her mother.
Just because they are getting older and backward, just because they are the only child in their family, just because they love her without any way out, they have already lost a lot
Her advantages lies in her youth and monopoly, and she sees it too clearly
But because she saw it very clearly, she knew that this war was not won.
It doesn't matter if the family rules are strict, she believes in the more cruel jungle rules anyway
There is no need to argue with them, as long as you get better than them, you can crush them, intimidate them, use money, power and achieve success, and live a life that they dare not even imagine.
But before that, she had to endure
Endure it alive
The butter crab is held in the hand, its beans are dull and bright, with a kind of dead innocence, like a specimen sealing the childlike innocence
Close the crab shell again, put it back, keep it intact
Wanzi stood up
I'm stuffed
Still ignoring her, my mother seemed to be talking to her through her nostrils and stopped moving ups and downs, but she did not lose her sharpness.
Eat it, both of them are yours
I have no appetite
Others can be left over, and the crabs must be eaten
I really can't eat it
What can’t be eaten? You don’t eat much at all!
……
The last nerve was finally destroyed by this endless torture
A smirk came out, but Wanzi was powerless to continue her eyes swayingly facing her mother's face. She knew she looked crazy and contemptuous.
But she knew that she was not like that. She just wanted to kneel down and surrender to her mother
I was so hard that I couldn't eat it anymore, can I
Please eat it yourself, I'm begging you
She really wants to beg her, she has been begging her for a long time
She wanted to tell her a long time ago
Express your heart directly
Can you stop feeding me like a duck-like feeding me stubbornly thinking that something is nutritious
Can you stop forcing me to eat alone again, and watch me eat with oppression and earnestness? Can you enjoy three people together, happily and calmly, like a normal family?
Can you stop doing unnecessary self-sacrifice and self-abstinence, do not spend money, enjoy, and touch any good things unless the child says he can't eat it anymore
Then, in the child's helpless and almost pity, he quickly dealt with food residues, like a skilled scavenger fish, swallowing similar excrement in big mouthfuls
Can you please stop giving me such high concentrations, can you dilute the care that you cannot repay a little, and just give me a little universal love that is indifferent to humans
Can you just hug me when I was in a downturn and my life was not going well, and I ran home like a dog with my tail between my feet
Can you just hug me, stop scolding me, tell me that everything will be fine, I deserve the best, because I have my parents, and I am still deeply loved
Everything will be fine
Please, mom
Please, hug me
The scene in front of me was paused, as if time and space were condensed, only she could breathe in big mouthfuls, only her heart was conveyed
My parents didn't blink at her, as if they understood something
However, the silence only lasted for a moment
If you can't eat it, get out! Get back to Hong Kong! Get out!
Mom roared sternly, almost knocking the crab off the table
Do you love to care about you when I’m idle? If you weren’t my child, what would it have to do with me?
Do you think Hong Kong is good, big cities are good, very open, tolerant and free, just do whatever you like? Are you stupid? That's because the city is too big and no one cares about you at all!
Don’t come back! Forget it if you die in Hong Kong!
Oh, my daughter is back once, what are you doing
Wan Yongan, just spoil her! You have the ability to spoil her for the rest of your life! You are the best at being a good person, you are right, and your daughter will call you if you have something to do. You are the most amazing, okay? I do the fucking work, and I make the meal
Booming, thunder rolled down like a response
A typhoon that transited through Hong Kong a few days ago, after several twists and turns, finally landed in this small coastal city.
But my mother is right, big cities are too big, small cities are small in everything, and even typhoons have degenerated into tropical storms
So no matter how hoarse you outside the window, it can't cover a couple's quarrel that has been rehearsing for half their lives.
Only Wanzi heard the drizzle of rain
All the blood rushes up to the top of her head, tears almost spurt out and rush back to the bedroom, she just feels ashamed to be wiped out
Why do people in their thirty years old have to experience this kind of mental incontinence?
Why did I suddenly realize that I was still trapped in this small place, this small room, life is just a ghost to hit a wall
Her parents are still cursing each other to the death, she still runs back to the room without any promise, trembling, and still wants to stay in the arms of an ostrich
She misses Liang Jingming very much
Miss his broad hug, bright eyes, clean and scented
He would surround her without reservation, cover her ears, block all the storms, tell her it's okay, it's not her fault
He is her own family of choice, and she can cry unrestrainedly in his arms
If he is not the initiator of all this
No, you can't call him, just call him
People can be weak for a moment, never be humble
Tightly bite your lower lip until the odor of blood leaks out of your mouth, crossing out those unanswered calls again and again, even if the phone screen pops up again and again
She forced herself to click on the APP to check the flight, and staggered while pushing her suitcase. She had decided to leave, just like when she came
However, my father was waiting outside the door
He rubbed his eyebrows and the smell of gunpowder slowly dissipated
Only fatigue left at the end of the tune, exactly the same as her
What are you going to do
Return to Hong Kong Wanzi wants to laugh, but can't lift the corners of her mouth, go back to Hong Kong
...The flights are cancelled if they can't fly this day
I see the fastest train
……
Dad can still laugh, but his expression seems to be chewing something bitter
Her eyes fell on her hand holding her suitcase, but she didn't move for a long time
It was not until the end that I met her eyes
Don't go back, you finally came back once... Your mother missed you very much, but she didn't say it, she was angry...
I miss you very much, too
Stay here, my dad begs you
The vision shivered in silence, and then slowly collapsed in silence
Every wrinkle on my father gradually couldn't see clearly. Until today, Wanzi realized that there were so many tears to shed.
She gently unpacked her suitcase, as if she had let go of the last rope of help
Then what should you do if you want me
Over and over again, muttering to myself
She seemed to be asking her father, and she also was asking the gods in the clouds.
Then what should you do if you want me
Let's go
In the end, only one of the gods answered her and saved her
Just like when he was a child, he squatted in front of her crying, gentle and patient, and responded to all requests.
Dad takes you out for some breath
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