It was raining that day, and I have forgotten why I quarreled with my mother, but it was nothing more than trivial matters. I slammed the door angrily and went out. When I came out, I met someone who came to pick me up from school every day. I sat on it, but the car didn't break down at the right time. The driver complained that the car broke down earlier or later, but it broke down at this time, complaining about the damn weather. I lie prone on the window and look at the blisters splashed by the rain outside, listening to the crackling sound of the rain falling on the ground, and stupidly thinking about the heavy rain there. I have to roll up my trouser legs and walk in primary school. I don't know if the iron gate of the carrier is still used. It's been five years, so it's time to stop, right? What's the matter with you? Play? The group is ignorant and small! ! ! ! ! ?
I just thought, suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in my field of vision! It's mom. She came out on a motorcycle without a raincoat or a helmet-looking for me?
My eyes are full of that kind of liquid with PH less than 7. After my mother completely disappeared into the rain curtain, the sour liquid flowed out. . . . . .
I don't know how you went to work, but I spent the afternoon thinking about how to make up with my mother.
When I got home at night, my favorite fruit grapefruit was on the coffee table. Stripped clean, even the seeds were dug out. I remember that one day I once said to my mother, "This grapefruit is really heartless! Just like you! " I don't know how to face this thick maternal love. The only thing that can show that I am moved is my tears of disappointment!
I slept with my mother that night. That was the first time I slept with my mother since I was sensible. I held her tightly, and she turned her back on me and told me stories about my childhood. On that day, all our contradictions were solved.
However, when I mentioned this the other day, my mother's expression was very strange. She told me she wasn't looking for me! But someone in the nursing home told her to go!
Huh? So you're not looking for me! I have misunderstood such a thing for years! But our relationship is so tight, so be it! Since then, my mother and I have never mentioned this misunderstood thing again.
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but that I stand in front of you and you still don't understand my heart. As long as the heart is nearby, there is nothing difficult!