#婚恋手册 #
Change into a dry set of favorite loungewear. Very pale tender yellow, close to milky white. I like light colors. I like the feeling of being sparse. I always felt that the color was too thick and aggressive, which made me breathless.
Mom always said that what kind of Lao Tzu there is, there is what kind of seed. Good did not inherit, it inherited Dad's sour rot.
Whenever I hear this, I think of Kong Yiji's "fennel bean" word for "fennel bean".
I think my mother's words are mostly pejorative. He turned back to look at his father and blatantly provoked dissension: "Dad, my mother hates you." She can't look at you, do you want to return it? ”
Dad slowly poured a cup of tea, and his slender white fingers slowly turned over a page of the book.
At this time, I had to secretly agree with my mother's "sour Confucianism" statement. Uh, looking at the teeth sour, hating not being able to grab his book and throw it downstairs. Ask him to say something that can kill people.
Dad took a sip of tea: "I would like to return the goods, I can't return you together, I don't want you." ”
My eyes widened, but I didn't have to go back with me, it didn't work. In the blink of an eye, I saw my mother's smiling eyebrows. Denshi found that the little youkai could not play with two thousand-year-old fox spirits, and was played with.
He sat down and lay down beside Dad and read his book. Now who still reads paper books, they all read e-books. Except for this old-fashioned. He always said that e-books lacked the ink and charm of that book.
Sure enough, it was sour, and my mother knew best.
Mom helped Dad fill the teacup, and the two of them looked head-to-head to read the book. I probed over and glanced twice. Isn't it a copy of "Gone with the Wind", Dad also seriously explained to Mom.
After watching it eight hundred times, my mother couldn't read it, and every time I relied on my father to tell her about it. I had some doubts that Mom meant it. I want to be by my father's side.
My gift of love was squeezed aside, rubbing my hair with a bath towel. Pull back the curtains and look out onto the living room balcony.
I like this rainy day the most, it's wet outside. I stayed at home dry, dry and warm.
Watch the men and women scream in the rain, running with their hands on their heads. Chased by the oblique rain, there is nowhere to escape. The skirt was wet, the pant legs were wet, and the shoes were wet. A sense of happiness of "luckily I'm not in the rain" envelops me softly.
I'm not kind. Watch the crowd running away in the rain, with a faint smile, a bad taste of appreciation. It is said that in the beginning of man, nature is good. I should be inherently evil.
Faintly heard her mother whispering, "That milky white shirt is pressed at the bottom of the box, you remember to turn it over and wear it." ”
Dad stood in the doorway of the room. Holding the book in one hand and carrying it behind him with the other. Watching mom pack up her clothes for tomorrow's business trip. Casually replied, "Good." ”
Soft light sprinkled on his Qingjun face. Slowly gathered in the eyes, a bright and shining light. The bookmark was still on the page I had just read to my mother.
Are you waiting for your mother to finish her clothes and continue to listen to his lectures? I rub my nose. Obviously thinking in his heart, but not saying it. How can I be so much like this!
Watch Dad get on the train. The train moved slowly, faster and faster. Wagging his tail and swaying away.
Mom stood in the biting cold wind of winter, looking in the direction of the train that had disappeared without a trace, and stood silent for a long time. Like a stone statue of Wangfu standing tall in the wind.
A faint sadness slowly radiated from her. I've never understood why I have to be sad every time, but I have to come every time. But out of a month's errand, is it so difficult to give up!
These words could not come out of their throats when they saw the figure of Na Xiao Suo.
"Mom, I'm back." Open the door while shouting. This is what my mother taught: when you enter the door and go out, you must make a noise, and let the family know.
Mom stood on the living room balcony and looked back. In the light, the corners of the eyes are faintly shining. I frowned, what's wrong with my mother, usually more cheerful person. How did it get so sentimental?
I hugged mom's shoulder and gently patted her back, trying to soothe her emotions.
Mom took several deep breaths and touched my face: "Wuhan is locked down, and your father and Uncle Li, who is on a business trip together, are trapped in the city." ”
I was taken aback: "Didn't Dad leave yesterday and come back?" ”
Mom took my hand and was trembling slightly, tears snaking down her beautiful cheeks: "Delayed for a day, saying it was going to be handed over." ”
I held Mom's slender wrist and looked at Mom's fragility. Suddenly, it was found that the omnipotent mother turned out to be a paper tiger. Dad was the big tree, silently stretching out its branches, protecting Mom, protecting me.
Because of his gentle indulgence, we are all living freely. Without Daddy's home, there would be no Main Heart. Full of misery, full of helplessness.
I patted my mother's back, "It's all right, just for the time being, I'll be back soon." ”
Time does not stop because of anyone, the days pass by day by day, and it is two months later. Holding the mobile phone every day, refreshing the latest news in real time, looking forward to the sudden announcement of the unsealing of Wuhan.
This year has been very anxious, and my mother always calls when I am not there. Ask everywhere for the latest inside information. Because I told her to listen to the official, I was afraid that I would stop her.
Usually, the female overlord of the family, as long as she encounters her father's affairs, her IQ is handed over to the state and taxes are paid. There is no reason to talk to her.
After more than half a month, I finally heard exciting news: Wuhan was unsealed.
When Dad appeared at the door, Mom stood there. Tears flowed in strings. There were still tears on this side, and the other side quickly picked up the box and shouted for quick disinfection. Push Dad into the bathroom to bathe, busy getting clothes, taking bath towels.
I was stunned and watched my mother instantly come back to life full of blood. This face has become too fast, and the tear marks on the face have not dried yet.
Who is the woman who has been complaining, vulnerable and helpless for more than two months? Who knows?