Look at each other

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So I quickly picked up the plate of braised pig's trotters that I had been staring at for two hours, picked up a piece with my bare hands, and stuffed it into my mouth, ignoring his almost dislocated jaw and chewing vigorously.

"Miss An, you must be very, very hungry." He closed his mouth enough to hold a dick, smiled awkwardly, and stretched out his hand to smooth the thinning hair on the top of his head.

"Mr. Zeng's mid-life crisis is a bit serious. Let me know about the hair transplant surgery?" I spit out the bones in my mouth on the table, and the conical toe bones spun around on the table a few times and stopped next to his water glass.

The person opposite had a smile on his face.

"By the way, I haven't asked Mr. Zeng about Guigeng this year? My parents have a good relationship, and I don't need a stepfather."

Two sentences ended the blind date that should have ended a long time ago. Looking at his liver-colored face when he left, I felt a little guilty. Recently, my temper was even more irritable than when my relatives came to visit me.After secretly mourning for him for three seconds, I started to clean up the mess on the table. I couldn’t help feeling disgusted with myself when I recalled my behavior just now. I cleaned up the bones and the oil on my hands and sat obediently waiting for my mother to come back. .

"Where's Mr. Zeng?" Mom looked at the empty seat and asked me with a bad expression.

I said nonsense: "He said he has something to do later, so he will leave first."

"Don't fool me. Mr. Zeng made a special trip for today's meeting. Tell me, what good things have you done?" My mother sat down on the seat opposite me, crossed her legs, and put her arms around her. On the chest, there is an appearance of settling accounts after autumn.

"The legs are on his body, so I can't stop him from leaving." I looked up at her face covered in black lines, blinked my eyes, and tried to put on a harmless appearance.

"We had a good talk just now, so you left as soon as you said it was because you did something good." My mother obviously didn't like that, and she still stared at me angrily. I lowered my head to avoid her sight and picked up the table. He took a sip of the water glass on the table, and muttered pretending to be wronged: "That's a good talk with you, but I can't get along with you. Okay, let's go home, we can still make dinner in time when we go back, and you don't want my brother to make dinner at home. The kitchen is fried."

"Don't try to change the subject. Why don't you understand our thoughts as parents? We just hope that you can marry a good man and live a life without worrying about food and clothing. How can we harm you, but you are kind enough to be a donkey? ..."

I lowered my head and continued to drink water, choosing to continue pretending to be deaf and dumb and not continue, but a turbid air surged in my chest.

My mother was still eloquent, talking endlessly about how they thought of me, as if she would not stop crying and tearing up when she told me.If it was the previous few times, I might still be able to work hard to cooperate with her performance to shed a few tears, but unfortunately not now.

Social practice shows that many quarrels are often caused by trivial matters, and the more trivial disappointments and anger involved in those trivial matters are difficult to bear in a relationship that is believed to be unbreakable.

I figured the disappointment I was piling up must be overload.

"So will I be happy in this way?" I interrupted her with some impatience, "Follow the road you paved for me, follow the rules of the game you set, so that you can spend your life without any hardships. The definition of happiness? Have you ever thought about what I really need? How many things have you pushed me in the name of my good, including the job that my father arranged for me, did I refuse? I don’t want to brush you off Your kindness, so I accepted, but why did you press every step of the way. At the beginning, how beautiful you said, what self-worth, what life pursuit, what reluctance are all just superficial talk?"

I tried my best to suppress the aura, trying not to let it explode, blowing us both to pieces.

My mother stopped making a sound. Seeing her drooping eyebrows and eyes, she opened her mouth but only sighed softly. A sense of guilt swept over her. She wanted to apologize, but she also felt that she should reflect on herself, but in the end she couldn't say anything. What, the two maintained a delicate atmosphere and went home without saying a word.

During the dinner, my father had a social event at work, and my sister-in-law just brought my nephew to visit my relatives and hadn’t come back yet. At the dinner table, there were only my mother and I, as well as my older brother who was innocently involved in the embarrassing atmosphere and looked confused.

After stuffing a bowl of rice, he fled back to his room after packing up the dishes and chopsticks. He threw himself into the pile of dolls on the bed, turned over a few times annoyed, and wrapped a doll into his arms.

Today's attitude is too bad, and it seems too cowardly to apologize in this situation, and it's not an admission that I was wrong, I'm not wrong, it's just, it's just that the wording is a bit harsh, yes, self-reflection should also be my mother's introspection.

Just when I was full of worries, there was a knock on the door, and I immediately rolled out of bed and opened the door.

My brother was standing outside the door, and I let him into the room sideways.

"Why, did you quarrel with Mom?" He went straight to the desk and sat down, looking back at me.

I secretly rubbed the doll in my hand a few times, and responded with a muffled sound.

"Is it because of the blind date?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a playful face.

He was clearly in his forties, and he still looked like he was a big man, so I slandered a few words and nodded.

"You have to understand my mother's painstaking efforts. Although the method is a bit unflattering, who didn't come here like this? It's just that the "Eighteen Blind Dates" is a bit exaggerated. Do you remember your cousin? Read The one from Bo is in his thirties now, he doesn't have a boyfriend, and his marriage is still far away, isn't Mom afraid that you will follow in her footsteps." He spoke clearly, with a joking expression still on his face, "I'll apologize tomorrow. It's not a big deal. Mom won't blame you if the child loses his temper."

"Well, I'm going to apologize right now, how embarrassing, and it's better to explain that she is ignorant." I replied vaguely.

"Yo, my little sister has grown up too, and she knows how to save face. I think back when you were only a child, you would make a fuss every night, and it was I who held you, sang to you, and put you to sleep..."

I threw the doll in my hand at his winking face, "I see, why don't I just apologize. Speak well, we are still brothers and sisters."

He held the doll firmly in his arms, "By the way, little sister, the job that Dad arranged for you is to be a teacher in Bangyan Middle School, right?"

"Yes what's the matter."

There was a rare trace of worry on the old brother's face, "Isn't it your carefree nephew. Didn't he enter high school recently? His grades are terrible, you can take care of him when you have time."

"Well, let's see."

"Then I'll leave it to you, and I won't disturb your rest." The old man stood up and threw the doll to me, and walked out the door, "Remember to apologize."