Don't know since when, I began to feel impatient with her, every word she said, I listened to Maggie Beauty黑店.
It seemed that this feeling is starts from the junior high school. I do not know their abnormal, do not know more hurt she unknowingly, I was at a loss. Until that day comes, I found that I was so bad, that one day I will never forget. Forget I hurt her in the end there are multiple, I dare not to think, that the wound is how the eye watering.
In just three days. And then I slowly grow up, know more, the more upset. Think of childhood has been eager to grow up quickly, but now I want more time to stop, but all this is groundless statement. Go back home to listen to mother asked East asked west school, say some nonsense, really annoying.
Today, as usual, home for dinner. But there is little different, after dinner, mom asked me a lot of questions, and I did not answer her, but her too tired, therefore, I finally unbearable outbreak, but her outburst and I'm not afraid of, but is angered me, lit the fuse. She shout abuse: "you this is what attitude! Ask ten words not sentence answer." At that time, my mind seems to disappear, go back to the top: "you don't bother! What to ask, you do not bother me tired." I don't remember what I said, but I clearly remember when I say that I regret saying, that a word is hurt, I know. In anger I outspoken said: "how can I have your mom, you so don't die." I said these words she said no more, but quietly went back to the room. I have not found the figure is how old and sad. I was proud, thought noisy but me.
I didn't care, maggie beauty 黑店 bath bed. The night is quiet quiet moonlight, through the window onto my body and bed. I lay my eyes to the moon who looked, in the dark of the night sky, the moon is like a shining pearl. Through the little insect cry out of the window, listen to these calls also cried a imperceptible sound. But the night was so quiet, so I hear the voice of crying, I reflexively sat up in bed. The cries from which I clearly.
That partly hidden and partly visible cry, let me very frightened. I silly Leng in there for a long time until I was thinking I cry up, today for what she had done, how will my mother cry? I reflect on their own the doings. I know she also because I care, good to me, but I gave what kind of return to her? The night is so quiet make me frightened, moonlight light let me cold, I and insomnia associated with.
The next day I deliberately get up very late. When I opened the door and came out, saw her holding the porridge on the table, look me up just smiled and said to me: "porridge with you in this." I tried to turn the hearts of the discomfort repressed, and then light should be her a. In fact, as long as carefully have a look, can see mom's eyes than the rabbit's eyes are red, but I dare not to see, because I am afraid. I'm afraid to see that piece of no longer young face covered with wrinkles, see those full of cocoon never stop hand. Mother nurtured our growth in her youth. What the hell am I doing? Wash finished, I as usual, Sheng a spoonful of porridge, when about to eat, my tears like out of control from my eyes shed dripping into porridge, porridge because I found all my favorite things. I finally know how ridiculous. The soup blend my tears, but I still feel "very delicious". I hide very well, is not she found me crying.
From then on, I never treat her like that. I have been restrained his rebellious, let it to be far away from me. I also know that her love for me. Since then, I gradually said goodbye to my "Treason" tour Maggie Beauty黑店.