Long campus inspirational novel "Very High 3" (11)

Long campus inspirational novel "very high three"

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It was at dusk that the rain in the sky had converged a lot, and the water on the road had already receded. The buildings on the street seemed to be refreshed like bathing. And Xiaolan bid farewell to the door of our community, I immediately ran to the elevator, could not help but want to see my dear mother earlier.

My mother Ren Rui used to be a straightforward and unwilling journalist. Three years ago, she suddenly ran into a red transport and was sent to the city government as an official.

Dad Xia Zhizhen is an artist who has been working hard for many years. When I was very young, my parents often quarreled because of disagreement. It was just because I was too young to divorce. Until the third year of my third year, my mother and a uncle who was often a cultural guest on TV were stunned by me. My mother felt that she didn't have to continue to "act" with her father, and she was divorced from her father. At that time, my mother wanted to get my custody, but my father also wanted to be with me. Finally, they had to give such a cruel choice to my underage daughter. It made me very painful. During that time, I lost sleep all night and all night. Because I have no ability to choose a father or a mother, so many years of common life has made us a blood and flesh relationship, and the damage caused by the separation of either side will make me unhappy. So I begged my parents to let me go, don't let me make such a painful choice, but helplessly, my mother feels that her enthusiasm for Dad has been exhausted, and then I will continue to hurt and hurt everyone. So I reluctantly chose to live with my father, because I am not willing to let my father live alone. This incident always makes it difficult for her mother to feel relieved. Like many independent women, she hopes that I can live with her. She always thinks that she is more ambitious and ambitious than her father, and it can affect my personality and shape. my future. In order not to let my mother feel sad, I have to call her often to solve her bitterness.

Fortunately, my father has been single, so my mother can often come to my father's house to dump her maternal love, not to cook for me, to help me wash clothes. Dad always takes an indifferent attitude and allows his mother to play freely at home. It seems to be to compensate for my embarrassment, my mother has taken care of me more than ever, so that I was fortunate enough to heal the trauma of my parents' divorce syndrome in the shortest possible time.

However, the delay in remarriage between my mother and Yin Shushu after my mother’s divorce has always made me unable to let go. Is it that they have only pursued this age rather than forever? For this matter, I have knocked on the side attack more than once, but my mother always told me that it was because Yin’s wife refused to give way, so the mother could not climb the throne of Mrs. Yin.

From the mother's dodgy eyes, I saw a bit of bitter bitterness.

It turned out to be like this, my poor mother!

"Do you still love Dad?" I really want them to break the mirror. I think this should be the wish of the children of every divorced family.

"I am not a person who regards feelings as a game. Yuchen, you don't care about your mother's business, ah!" I found that every time I talk about this, my mother always uses the authority of the parents to stop my question. words.

"Mom, I really hope that you can return to good, you and my father are now SINGLE, and then I found that my father is very lonely, I saw that he often kept himself alone in the bedroom at night, staying for one or two hours, The lights are not open." I sympathize with my father's loneliness from the bottom of my heart.

"Really?"

I found that my mother's sensitive heart was still touched. She stayed on my face with a pair of deep eyes for three seconds, as if I was sure if I was lying. Then gradually regained his gaze, and the tone returned to calm: "Then you will spend more time with your father."

"I can't replace you with him anymore, Mom, Dad, he really needs you."

"Don't tell me, Yuchen, my fate with your father has already been done." The melancholy on her mother's face shows that she is not completely indifferent to her father's pain. I know that she is not willing to give her father a chance to say no. I am willing to admit defeat to my father. Experience tells me that impressing my mother can only use my intelligence to make a strong attack.

Oh, poor mom and dad, how can I save you!

The elevator stopped at the 20th floor. Just out of the elevator, a scent of scent came across the door. It was the taste of my favorite German pig's feet, and it was the mother's good dish. In my memory, my mother rarely cooks food. Our family has always been the father and mother of the mother. Maybe I want to make up for it. After the divorce, my mother turned into a good mother, and often took time out of my work in the daily work. Burning a few good dishes, German pig's feet soup This dish was learned from the landlord when she was a visiting scholar in Germany a few years ago. I heard that this dish can help me grow taller and seize every opportunity to burn. Give it to me. One is for my height, and the other is for me to have reason to come to see me often.

Smell the familiar taste of soup, I decided that my mother is already in the kitchen, and I can't help but pray: Mom, if you can smell the taste of your spoon every day!

I didn't use the key to open the door as usual, but I extended my index finger and pressed the doorbell. I want to enjoy the happiness of having my mother open the door. The doorbell of the music canned by "McDull" was just ringing, the door opened, and the mother appeared in the door with a smile: "Mom!" I hugged my mother passionately.

My mother looked awkward today. The big, feminine eyes were hung with deep dark circles, and the corners of her eyes were shattered with her smile.

"Mom!" I screamed emotionally, and my mother's love was smeared. I held her hard and passed the energy of love to her.

My mother caressed my hair with care: "Yu Chen, seeing you go quickly, sweating, oh, how is this ice on the mouth? Come, I will wipe it for you."

Mother took a napkin from the table and rubbed it around for me. After the rubbing, I took the opportunity to kiss me. I said that the machine was down because she didn't get my consent. I always felt that I was growing up. I didn't allow my mother to hold me as a child.

There is almost a consistent understanding among our classmates about this matter, that is, the mother’s enthusiasm for us is not sexual assault. We are all so big, but the mother’s act of loving us is still stuck. Our childhood.

"Mom, aren't you going to travel with Uncle Yin? Why haven't you gone yet?"

"There was an accident, we couldn't walk anymore."

I looked at her and found that there was a lingering sadness in her eyes. My heart seemed to be burned, and the pain of good life.

“How do you feel on the first day of school?” Mom switched the subject very gently.

"Busy died, the first day of school began to experience brainstorming one after another, the teachers one after another to carry out the college entrance examination mobilization, the head is listening to big." I am very happy to talk to my mother about the school.

"It is necessary to knock on the alarm bell. The children are now only children, grown up in honeypots. I don't know what it is to fight."

After saying this, she suddenly saw the sketchbook that I had in my hand. I couldn’t help but ask: "Yeah, a beautiful sketchbook, who is the gift?"

In the mother's tone, through the cover-up peeping psychology, people can understand that she actually wants to know which male student sent me a gift.

Since entering adolescence, my mother’s face is very chic and does not interfere with my private life. In fact, I know that she is tempted to seduce me to seduce her to tell her about this development. I believe that every mother is like a dedicated person. Shou Lin, warned her daughter not to be captured by the boy she could not see.

"My retirement memorial!" I deliberately showed off and matched her curiosity.

"Retirement?" Mom thought I was joking again.

"Yeah, it’s three, and the school is afraid that we will learn to be nervous and will not let me be the host again. However, your daughter has dedicated precious youth to them over the past few years. You see wrinkles come out..." I deliberately Pushed the skin around the corner of the eye,

I rarely have such a good mood to joke with my mother: "So the school gave me this prize!"

"Hey, you don't apologize at all! However, your school's decision is correct. Everyone should do different things at different stages."

Self-righteous mother!

I did not agree with it. "I don't think it is. As long as it is reasonably arranged, it will not affect learning. I know it."

"I know that you still can't let go of your hobbies. Although I don't want you to do this job, I don't stop you. But you know that when a good host needs to constantly enrich his cultural knowledge, Your exit is now to go further in the future."

"I can also do it while doing it..." I spoiledly: "Don't say it. Mom, I want to eat the duck wings first."

"Eat, little cat. It was originally bought for you."

"Thank you mom!" I grabbed a duck wing that was old and special, and smashed it beautifully. It is not the loss of the food made by the old name. It is extraordinary, bite down, the meat is delicious, salty and sweet. Very flexible, leaving a long aftertaste between the lips and teeth.