Fall asleep

Pei Shiyin said, sleep well.

Pei Shiyin said, I love you.

Su Mian put the screen of her phone down on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes.

Pei Shiyin not only failed to coax her well, but also made her feel more uncomfortable. What's worse, she seemed to want to cry again.

As long as she thought of the scene of her mother crying behind her father, Su Mian felt that she was so ignorant.

In a time that didn't come to her senses, Su Mian replied to Pei Shiyin, and she said I love you too.

Even though she suffered from insomnia at night, Su Mian got up very early the next day and waited in the living room. First, she went to the vegetable market with her father to buy vegetables, then sent her grandfather to the station, and finally returned home.

Dad's condition doesn't seem to have happened yesterday, and Su Mian and Su Mian are still the same as before. They are nearly thirty years old, and they seriously discussed the needs of the New Year together.

But my mother is different. Su Mian can feel a different aura as soon as she comes home. Her mother is too busy to give Su Mian a positive face, as if there is no such person in the family, only Su Mian speaks actively. Only then will I deal with a sentence or two perfunctorily.

This state continued until the night of the New Year's Eve.

After the family finished the New Year's Eve dinner, my mother was washing dishes in the kitchen when she suddenly called Su Mian.

Su Mian put down her phone almost immediately, and trotted to the kitchen.

Mom just turned her head and glanced at her, then went on to wash the dishes.

Su Mian walked over quietly: "Mom."

Mom: "Close the door."

Su Mian immediately turned to close the door.

Mom stacked the washed bowls together, and when Su Mian passed by again, her mother called her: "Rinse it and put it in the cabinet."

Su Mian agreed, immediately tied up her hair, washed her hands and began to rinse the bowl.

For the next period of time, the two of them didn't speak, they just did their own work. Mom handed over the washed bowls, and Su Mian put them into the cabinet after going through the water.

When there were only the last chopsticks left, my mother spoke.

"Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tonight. Don't leave it until the New Year."

Su Mian nodded and hummed.

Mom asked: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Su Mian thought for a while before apologizing, "I'm sorry."

Mom raised her head to look at her: "What's wrong?"

Su Mian lowered her head, not daring to look at her mother: "I'm not wrong."

Mom took a deep breath, as if she didn't know how to refute, she could only turn back and continue washing the chopsticks.

Soon, the sound of chopsticks colliding filled the entire kitchen, disturbing Su Mian. She seemed to know that her mother wanted to hear what she had to say, but she couldn't say what her mother wanted.

Mom seemed to be expecting an answer she knew was unlikely.

And Su Mian was hoping in her heart that her mother would compromise with her.

The moment the chopsticks stopped, Su Mian heard a sigh from her mother.

Mother still handed over the chopsticks naturally, and Su Mian obediently took them over, and then rinsed off the foam on them.

"Your father said that Pei Shiyin will come over on the sixth day?" Mom suddenly asked.

Su Mian hummed.

The chopsticks had been put into the cabinet, and the bowls had been washed. The two of them had nothing in their hands at the moment, as if all the obstacles that hindered communication had been removed suddenly, Su Mian was a little at a loss.

Mother supported the sink with one hand, and looked at Su Mian expressionlessly. Su Mian faced her, holding her hands with her head down, like a child who made a mistake and was being taught a lesson.

Mom asked, "Did she tell you to tell us this?"

Su Mian shook her head: "No, she doesn't know yet."

Mother still looked at Su Mian like that, and after a few seconds, she asked again: "Is there any room for turning back?"

Su Mian shook her head: "No."

Mom: "You like her that much?"

Su Mian nodded: "Yes."

Mom sighed again, and then said in a compromising tone that Su Mian was looking forward to: "Let's leave it as it is, and don't be unhappy, you'll be unhappy all day long."

Su Mian raised her head and answered after a while: "You too."

Mom waved her hand: "Go out, I'll fry some fish."

Su Mian hummed, and walked out obediently, but turned back before reaching the door, hugged her mother from behind, and rubbed her cheek against her clothes.

Su Mian: "Thank you, Mom."

Mom laughed: "Don't thank me, go take a shower quickly, let your dad do the laundry too, and change the clothes."

Su Mian smiled: "Understood."

The cold war between mother and daughter always comes and goes quickly, but Su Mian seldom quarrels with her family, so the cold air these days has tortured her quite uncomfortably.

When eating supper at night, Su Mian was unusually active. Grandpa liked to hear about her affairs in the research institute, so she talked a lot, followed by side-tracks, and told all the interesting things she heard and saw in the research institute. said.

At zero o'clock, the whole family celebrated the new year together. Because the atmosphere was so good, Su Mian was still excited when she returned to her room after the end.

The word "resigning from the old and welcoming the new" was wonderfully applied to Su Mian. After closing the door, she called Pei Shiyin immediately, and when Pei Shiyin answered the phone, Su Mian suddenly laughed.

"Happy New Year, Miss Pei."

Pei Shiyin was infected, and her voice raised a little: "Mr. Su, Happy New Year."

Su Mian returned to the bed and asked Pei Shiyin, "Are you still at Grandpa's house?"

Pei Shiyin: "Well, grandpa left me at her house for the New Year."