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I quietly retreated. I have grown up and understand many things. Although I really want to see my dad, be affectionate with him, and talk to him, I don't want to ruin their "good thing." The next morning, when I got up, there were only the two of us at the dining table. I said, "Why hasn't my dad come down for breakfast yet?"
Mother said, "Are you half asleep? Isn't your dad on a business trip in Shanghai?"
I was dumbfounded.
If it wasn't dad, then who was the man with mother last night?
Why is my mother like this?
Am I dreaming?
I didn't say anything else.
mother Some doubts: "Do you miss your dad?"
I hesitated: "Um, I dreamed about him last night!"
I desperately tried to figure out who that man was. My father Will she be furious when she finds out? What will our family's life be like in the future?
These questions are haunting me constantly, day and night, and I can't get them out of my head.
To figure out the first question, I took a day off specifically for this purpose. I sneaked back home at night and hid in my room, keeping an eye on everything outside.
At 6:30 in the evening, my mother came back. Aunt Chiu served her dinner and then cleaned up the table, saying, "Mrs. Zhuang, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."
My mom agreed, "Okay, just lock the front door on your way." Then I heard my mom climbing the stairs to the third floor. I hid in my room without moving, quietly waiting. I hoped I hadn't discovered anything, I hoped that day was just an unbelievable dream.
However, at around ten o'clock in the evening, I heard the sound of the front door of my house, and then someone entered, went upstairs, until the footsteps disappeared above my head. My hands and feet were ice-cold, and I could hear my heart beating "thump thump". I quietly opened the door, walked barefoot upstairs, and arrived at mother's door. I pressed my ear against the door. I heard mother's voice: "Ah, when will this kind of day come to an end?"
A man's voice: "Isn't this fine? The boss is busy with his stuff, we're busy with ours." There's a hint of lewdness in the voice.
I'm very familiar with this voice, it's my family's Uncle He, the driver!
"That time when Xiaoya asked me, I always felt like she knew something?" My mom's words were full of worry.
Uncle He comforted him: "You're overthinking it. She probably just wants to impress her boss. If she brings it up again, just say she's under a lot of study pressure and experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations."
"But what if she finds out? How will she see me as a mother?" My mom still looked worried.
"She's in high school now, and she's living at school. After she goes to college, she'll only come back during winter and summer vacations. Think about it this way, others have to sneak around and book hotel rooms for their affairs, but we're so much better! Outsiders wouldn't even think of it, and Xiao Ya definitely wouldn't either."
"Shut up!" My mother raged, "I regret listening to your sweet talk and being fooled into bed by you. I'm sorry to Lao Zhuang, sorry to my daughter Chiuya!" Then came my mother's sobbing.
"Darling, don't be sad, is it all my fault? But isn't it because I see the boss never at home every day, and I see you feeling lonely..."
This seemingly honest man actually has a lot of dirty talk, which makes me feel disgusted. Then I heard a voice saying not suitable for children. I walked downstairs, out the door, and aimlessly through the dark night. I walked for the entire night before returning to school. Then I had a fever, talked nonsense, and kept saying, "Dad, I'm scared!"
The school asked my mom to pick me up and take me to see a doctor.
I knew everything, and my mom knew that I knew everything.
After that, my grades plummeted.
My mother knelt down and begged me: "Daughter, mother is sorry for you, sorry for your father... Can you please forgive mother? I can't lose you, nor can I lose your father, nor can I lose our family." I lay there staring at the ceiling, not saying a word. mother began to slap herself in the face, again and again: "mother really knows I was wrong, mother will never do it again, ah! Mom, please, say something! If anything happens to you, how can mother live!"
I stretched out my hand with effort and said, "Mom, please don't do this. If you let them all leave, it will be just the two of us at home in the future!"
Mother repeatedly agreed, "Mom will listen to you, Mom will listen to you."
Mother called Dad, "Laozhuang, Chiuya misses you, and she's sick..."
Dad flew back to Beijing for a big project negotiation, and our family of three went to eat Instant-boiled mutton and watch a movie together. My mom's worries were slowly eased by my happiness. If we could always be like this, let the past be the past, I told myself. Three days later, Dad went busy with work in another city again.
mother personally drove me to school: "Daughter, mother will cook and do housework by herself in the future, and pick you up and drop you off..."
I understand what mother is trying to express, and I am willing to do those things. It was like a nightmare, but now I have woken up, and everything has passed.
School is on summer break, and when I go back to school, I will be in the second year of high school.
mother signed me up for a ten-day study tour in Australia. The night before I left, I coquettishly asked to sleep with mother. I lay on her bed, holding her and talking to her. It was only a little after seven in the evening, but she yawned and seemed tired. I told her to go to sleep, but she said she couldn't. It was already midnight, and she said she wanted to take a bath. It took her a long time to come out of the bathroom, and I lost the desire to communicate.
As mother came out of the bathroom, there was a very special fragrance in the room, and I fell asleep in this fragrance.
Because we had to gather to catch the plane, I got up at 5 o'clock in the morning to prepare to leave. mother, who was still listless the night before, was even more efficient than me in the morning. She prepared breakfast for me with a hundred times more energy and helped me put my suitcase in the trunk.
All the way, she reminded me not to fall behind, to take good care of myself, and to be especially warm and caring. A loving mother and a filial son, it's really wonderful. During those days abroad, I almost video called mother every day: " mother, be good at home, remember to miss me!"
Mother is also very happy.
I came back from Australia, the flight landed after ten o'clock at night. I wanted to surprise her, so I didn't call her and took a taxi home alone from the airport.
I opened the door quietly, tiptoed upstairs, but as soon as I reached her door, I froze.
There is a man talking in her room again.
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