Infatuation is the most boring

My mother once said that she would die as Xu Yuanshan's wife.She did it, and the death certificate issued by the hospital later stated that she died on the spot.

Some people say that people who jump from a building will regret it after jumping off, so the posture of the deceased is prone, indicating that they have struggled.When I saw my mother, she was lying on her back, her eyes were heavy, without color or light, looking at the clouds in the sky without comfort.

She probably never regretted it.

I'm not sad, really not sad, even when she was lying peacefully on the long platform in the hospital mortuary, I didn't feel sad.I don't seem to be emotional, my mind is chaotic, I don't know anything, I don't understand anything, I always feel watching her close her eyes, as long as I don't disturb her, let her sleep quietly and well.When she wakes up, everything will be fine.

Mother Zhao took care of the rest. When she found me in the hospital, I was sitting on the ground under my mother's table, doing nothing, just sitting there, waiting for her to wake up and go home.

Mother Zhao didn't call me, but called Zhao Erhou, and asked Zhao Erhou to sit with me in the corridor of the hospital, and she went through some follow-up procedures for me.Then contact the funeral home, contact the crematorium, contact the company that specializes in handling funeral affairs, buy urns, and buy cemeteries.

When I stood in the funeral parlor and watched the make-up artist put on makeup, I didn't feel any emotion in my heart. I just had a severe headache, as if a bug was biting inside, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

The day my mother was cremated was the day of the college entrance examination. In the past few days, no one had spoken to me except my mother Zhao. On the day of the college entrance examination, Zhao's mother just told me that today is the time for the college entrance examination.Then I didn't say anything else.I was a little stunned, and I didn't realize what the college entrance examination was for a long time.

I couldn't cry. When my mother pushed the cremation furnace, I stared intently. My mind was still blank. Let alone crying, I didn't even feel sad.The expression on his face was stiff, he couldn't laugh or cry, it was dead gray, it was extremely ugly.

I stood there for a long time, and I don't know when my eyes started to get dark, and I couldn't see anything.After a long time, I heard someone shouting outside: "Didn't you hit the table?"

The world is black and clean.

When I woke up again, I struggled to open my eyes, and it took about ten minutes to see the surrounding environment clearly. I was in the hospital, and my father and Lin Qingyi were beside my hospital bed.I was just looking at the vial on the dropper, bored thinking about how long it would take to finish the beer.

I raised my hand and touched it. My head was wrapped in white gauze, and it was wrapped in a big circle. I probably hit it on the table and knocked it, but I didn't feel any pain.I heard the doctor tell my dad that if I almost hit my temple, I would die. There was a big dent, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and I needed eight stitches.But it doesn't hurt.

My dad whispered in my ear: "Jiayang, dad is with you, don't be afraid."

In the afternoon, my mother was buried, and my father accompanied me there. Lin Qingyi didn't know where she went.

Looking at my mother's burial like this, I always feel a little embarrassed. When I saw the monument, my head started to hurt again. It wasn't the pain of the wound, but the feeling of nerve pain.

Once again, he failed to stand firmly, and bumped into the just-sealed stele under the eyes of everyone, and happened to hit the wound, and the wound was torn open again, blood seeped out from the white gauze, leaving a bloodstain on the stele.

I was so dizzy that before I lost consciousness, I heard a woman's voice in the crowd: "This is unlucky!"

When I woke up again, it was already two days later.

The college entrance examination is over.

My mother has been buried for two days.

My dad has been watching over me in the hospital, and neither of us has said anything about my mom's death.I don't know why he didn't mention it to me, but I, I don't seem to have reacted yet, and I don't have that awareness yet.

After leaving the hospital, my dad took me home.

I have never gone home that time. From the time I got on the elevator, every time I went up to the first floor, I heard my heart sink a little.Finally the door of the elevator opened. I hurt my head and my walking was a little unsteady. My dad helped me out of the elevator.When he took the key to open the door, I felt like I wanted to run away.

I looked at the house as before, and changed into slippers after taking off my shoes. My dad looked for the remote control of the air conditioner at the entrance and started to adjust the temperature.I went to the kitchen, stood at the door of the kitchen and shouted: "Mom, I want to eat dumplings."

My dad froze and said, "Jiayang, let's go see a doctor."

"I just came out of the hospital," I said, "I want to eat dumplings now."

"Let's... go see a psychological doctor," my dad said hesitantly, "Jiayang, it's all dad's fault, you can blame dad, but...don't do that."

I don't understand: "I just...want to eat dumplings..."

My dad stood at the porch, his eyes darkened, looking at me.

I went to the kitchen, but there was no one there, and I went to her bedroom, but there was no one.When I walked back to the living room, my dad went to the kitchen and didn't know what he was doing. I saw that the window on the balcony was not closed properly, and the newly bought Clivia had fallen on the ground. I guess it was the cat from the upstairs house these days. crossed over.

Suddenly, I went to the balcony.

The balconies of residents with high floors have a great view. Standing on the balcony, you can see the artificial lake and lawn in the distance, and you can see people walking their dogs in the distance.Slowly looking down, I saw the open space downstairs.

Seven days ago, my mother's life was buried there.

The downstairs was very empty, and I couldn't see it clearly. I vaguely saw a person downstairs wearing a white floral skirt.

She left, like walking in the fog.

When I returned to the living room, my dad made two bowls of dumplings, which looked pretty, long and with two sharp corners.

I sat down and started to move my chopsticks and took a bite.

This taste is completely different from the one I grew up with as a snack. It is obviously the same ingredients and the same kitchen utensils, but the taste is quite different.

I suddenly realized that my mother was no longer here.

I suddenly choked and felt that the soup had been choked into the trachea. I was a little out of breath, coughing desperately, and my face began to turn red.My dad was taken aback and patted me on the back to pour me water.

I pushed away the water he handed over, and swept the dishes and chopsticks on the table to the floor.Under my dad's astonished gaze, I collapsed and lay down on the table, sobbing and crying aloud.

"My mother... is gone..."

"She's not coming back...is she?"

"She, never, will come back."

"..."

I suddenly raised my head, my eyes hurt badly, looked at my dad, and said, "Dad, are you happy? You have cleared away all the people who hinder you on the road of love and freedom. But, no longer No one will make dumplings for you anymore. You have lost everything in your life..."

My dad didn't say anything, just looked at me like that.

We are all completely lost.

The author has something to say:

Stop talking, I will kill Lin Qingyi to avenge Xu Jiayang's mother.