Infatuation is the most boring

That night, I still carried Alexander to send Lu Sinuo home. When she walked downstairs, she came back and touched Alexander, and said with a smile: "Alexander, I wish you a speedy recovery, come on!"

"Good night, Xu Jiayang," she said.

"Good night," I said, and watched her go upstairs and take Alexander home.

The next day was the weekend, and when I woke up, my mother woke up too, working in the kitchen with Zhao's mother.This is the time when she is in the best state of mind during this period of time. Usually, I order takeaway and put it on her bed, and she will not move chopsticks.

Suddenly, I felt a little grateful to Mother Zhao.

I moved Alexander into my room this time, and I also moved the kennel and dog food into it.My mother didn't say a word when she saw it, and we never said anything about how she kicked Alexander yesterday.

At noon, Mother Zhao came home, but called Zhao Erhou.

Zhao Erhou carried his schoolbag and told his mother that it was homework for this weekend. When he went to my room, he opened the schoolbag and found out that it was all popular comics recently.

"Brother's stock is all for you," he said.

Zhao Erhou likes to read comics, which started when he was very young.But I don't like it, because I always can't understand when I read comics, and my imagination is not rich enough.He gave me everything he loved and valued.

Zhao Erhou and I played games all afternoon in my room, each playing a round, and getting out of the way if we lost.After a few hours, I spent a little more time playing because I won more and lost less.If it was with Zhou Mingkai, I wouldn't dare to play like this, because I can't always beat him, and the chance of him losing is very small.

Look, no matter what I'm doing, I always think of Zhou Mingkai uncontrollably.Following a demon is like seeing a ghost. The state of liking someone is similar to being degraded. You can't control yourself, and you can't be the master of your own thoughts.

Zhao Erhou's playing games has always been a dish among the dishes, but although the dishes are good, people like to play. It's like playing roller skating with Zhou Mingkai. They are not good at it, but they both feel good about themselves.

Zhou Mingkai's roller skating is under me, and the highest achievement so far is that he can no longer pull the handrail.

Why did I think of him again?

I thought while playing the game, and felt that my brain was no longer my own.

Zhao Erhou left my house after eight o'clock in the evening. He originally wanted to stay at my house, but when he saw that there was an Alexander lying in my room, he was worried that Alexander would crawl into bed in the middle of the night, and he still felt that he was home.

On Sunday, I thought about making dumplings for my mother.So I got up early, because the meat in the vegetable market is much better in the morning, and what I want to do is breakfast.

In the past, when my mother made dumplings, I also mixed them. I imitated her appearance and wrapped a few, but they fell apart in the pot, the meat and green onions floated up, and the dumpling skins were separated to one side.

This is the first time I made dumplings independently, and I made them with extra care. At the beginning, I was a little handy, but after making a few more dumplings, I could barely read them.

I was extra careful when the dumplings were put into the pot, for fear that they would fall apart before they were put into the pot. Fortunately, they survived in hot water in the end, and they were intact when they were served.

I was in a good mood and went to ask my mother to get up for breakfast.She was a bit surprised at first to hear that I made breakfast, which I had never had before, so she got up even though she didn't look like she had much appetite.

After seeing the dumplings I made, her face was a little ugly for a while.

"What's wrong?" I asked suspiciously.

My mother sat down, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat, but she looked a little angry and said, "I just thought, I don't like dumplings, and you don't like dumplings. In fact, only your dad likes to eat dumplings in our family." Dumplings, so over the years, people always think that everyone likes..."

I grew up eating dumplings made by my mother. This is the first time I heard her say that she actually doesn’t like dumplings either.

My mother ate with her head down, took a big mouthful, and looked anxious, "Yangyang, but your dad doesn't know when, he doesn't like the dumplings at home anymore..."

When does it begin?Yes, when did you start, don’t you like it?

I heard my mother's voice choked up, "Yangyang, I won't divorce, your father thinks well, I gave him the best years of my life, I exhausted all my energy for him, he When I had nothing for him, I said that he never loved me, that he was not interested in women, that he found true love...don't you feel... owed?"

I think the dumplings in the bowl have become tasteless.

"I don't want his money, he doesn't want a house or a car, even if he leaves the house, I don't agree with him wanting a divorce..." My mother choked up and ate dumplings, a little swallowed, and then continued after taking a sip of water , "Do you know? If we have just been married for two or three years now, I might let him go, but now, we have been married for almost 20 years. If I let him go, who will let me go? Who will accompany me for these 20 years Time?"

My mother suddenly looked up at me, very red, with tears in her eyes, "He likes men, so he lied to marry him back then, tricked me into marrying him, so that his mother can go away with peace of mind, tricked me into having children for him, cheated During my years, I thought I was very happy, and finally told me that everything was an illusion...why can't he lie to me for the rest of my life?"

But it's a lie after all, isn't it?

My mother said: "How come my 20-year relationship has become a joke?"

I couldn't eat anymore, so I put down my chopsticks in a hurry, didn't even put away the bowl, walked into the room with some evasion, and said, "I'm done eating, you can eat slowly... If you don't like it, don't eat it."

I went back to the room and leaned against the door. I could vaguely hear my mother's depressing crying in the living room. It was dumb and desperate, and it penetrated into every corner of the room like a breeze, making it impossible for me to escape.

I don't know why, but I am a little scared to get along with her.

The author has something to say:

I know that I spent a lot of space writing about the plot of the family. I don't know if everyone will hate it, because some people said that they hope that Zhou Mingkai will have more roles.However, love alone cannot actually overwhelm a person.I want to lament my bleak popularity, why the number of favorites and clicks are so low... Hey, sad 2019.But I will not give up, because I write articles, not for other things, just because I like it.Otherwise, I am a hard-working medical student, and the schedule every day scares me to death.Let me tell you a good news, I didn't fail the exam, and it's okay to see the Buddha's feet before the exam!