The Bowl of Seven Emotions

On the evening of the fifth day of Mi Zheng's trip, Tang Susu received his call.

On the phone, Mi Zheng was panting, and said to her, "We found A Xiang's mother, she seems to be crazy."

Thousands of kilometers away, Mi Zheng wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked back at a dilapidated bungalow not far behind him from time to time.

This morning, they learned from Chen Xiang's grandmother that Chen Xiang's mother had been in her hometown all this time, but she did not live at home.

When they found them according to the old man's instructions, they were all taken aback.

Mi Zheng had also been a guest at Chen Xiang's house. In his impression, Chen Xiang's mother was a very shrewd and sophisticated woman.

But the woman in front of them, with unkempt long hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, wore clothes with almost invisible color, and shrank in a dilapidated bungalow that they saw as a dilapidated house.

The moment she saw her son, her first action turned out to be to run away, she didn't even wear shoes.

It was so easy for them to get Chen Xiang's mother back without hurting anyone.

Chen Xiang didn't want to just believe that his mother was crazy. He had been in alone for almost an hour, and Mi Zhengxin wanted to rush in if he didn't come out in another half an hour.

In the cramped and cramped room, there was only a wooden bed, and Chen Xiang's mother hugged her knees at the foot of the bed. As long as he took a step forward, she would shrink back, as if she could make herself disappear into his eyes.

If he could, he would rather his mother really take his father's money and go so far, rather than become like this.

The injustice and the occasional resentment in my heart before, the moment I saw her, only blankness was left.

"Mom, this is Chen Xiang, don't you remember me?"

Chen Xiang's mother looked at him warily, muttering in her mouth, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Mom, you come home with me, can I take care of you?" He continued without receiving a response from his mother.

But when Feng Lin was mentioned, his mother suddenly yelled out in fear, "No, don't go back to Chen's house————"

Then came a harsh scream.

Chen Xiang was pierced by her sharp voice and his eardrums hurt. At this time, he didn't want to pay attention to it. Instead, he took a few steps forward and grabbed his mother's arm. "What's wrong with the Chen family, why can't you go back, Mom? , Do you know something?"

"He is a monster, he eats people." Chen Xiang's mother said in a gloomy tone, her eyes rolled up, exposing large whites of her eyes, looking terrifying.

"Who can eat people?" Chen Xiangqiang endured the discomfort in his heart and asked her.

She did not answer, but suddenly murmured, "Bo Qing was eaten, eaten."

As he said, he burst into tears and kept repeating, "I was eaten, eaten..."

Chen Xiang covered his mouth with one hand, and Bo Qing in his mother's mouth was his father.

But didn't Dad died in an accident?

If it hadn't been for the terrible experience of the Chen family's main house during that week, he would have thought his mother was crazy, just talking crazy.

But now, he was not sure.

But one thing he was certain was that he had not seen his father's body. When he heard the news of his father's death, his father had been buried and his mother was gone.

It was the housekeeper Chen who handled his father's body and told him that his mother abandoned him, took all his property, and left here.

He once thought that was the truth.

But think about it carefully, how much is left of the Chen family over the years?

Except for his peers, the elders passed away one by one, in all sorts of incredible ways. The Chen family held a funeral for them in a low-key manner, and no junior has ever seen their remains.

He almost forgot that the death of the elders seemed to be after the death of his grandfather and the younger uncle began to inherit the family business.

He had a second uncle, a third aunt, and his father, they all died. As for the cousins, I can't remember many of them.

The uncle who once held him on his shoulders and took him out to play seems to have become a very, very scary person.

In the end, Chen Xiang withdrew from the room amid the screams of his mother.

He calmly closed the mottled wooden door that had peeled off the paint, and several friends immediately surrounded him, each with a vague or exposed concern.

"Axiang, is she all right, Auntie?" Mi Zheng asked hesitantly.

Chen Xiang shook his head, "My mother may not be able to accept the news of my father's death for a while, and was stimulated."

"Then... do you want to take your aunt back for treatment?" Mi Zheng asked hesitantly, whether Chen Xiang said it was true or not, the environment here is not suitable for healing.

Moreover, although Chen Xiang's grandmother's family came to take care of her from time to time, seeing her aunt's state, obviously there was not much she could do.

Chen Xiang's proposal was supported by several friends, and they also eagerly stated that they knew well-known psychiatrists at home and so on.

Chen Xiang looked at the friends in front of him, biting his lips, his eyes flushed.

He wanted to take his mother back, but he couldn't. At least for now, no.

Chen Xiang did not make a decision immediately, and several friends did not force him. After all, his current living conditions are different from before, and he must always consider reality.

After watching Chen Xiang's mother, they returned to his grandma's house. After staying until more than seven o'clock in the evening, a group of people prepared to drive to town.

Grandma's place is too small to live with so many people, and they are really not used to the environment here.

Grandma didn't say anything, just reluctant to see Chen Xiang going away.

They had all walked out of the house. Grandma suddenly remembered something and stopped Chen Xiang.

"Axiang, wait, I still have a letter from you." With that, my grandma turned around and walked into the house. After a while, she took out a very thick envelope with the address of her grandma's house written on it. , And Chen Xiangshou, three characters.

Chen Xiang's grandma didn't know much, so he knew that this was a letter to his grandson. It has been stored for a long time, and it has been kept in the cabinet.

I couldn't help but ask again, "Axiang, is this sent to you by your classmate? Why did you send it here?"

Chen Xiang looked at his name on the envelope, nodded heavily, and said dumbly: "My classmate sent it to me. She wrote the wrong address."

"Hey, don't do this next time, what a delay."

"It's okay, I won't miss it when I come here often."

My grandma also knew what my grandson was thinking, thinking about her daughter’s current situation, she couldn’t help but patted her on the shoulder, “Okay, don’t worry about your mother. I will take care of her and she won’t be hungry. Please study hard and wait. If you make money in the future, I will pick up your mother."

That said, she was her own daughter after all. A daughter who hadn't seen her for more than half a year, she became a lunatic when she came back. Who can stand it.

But she didn't know who could be blamed, her son-in-law was gone, and her grandson didn't even know his mother was crazy.

If I had known today, I would not let her marry a wealthy family, and commit sin!