When I fell in love in junior high school, my classmate was my object, and later I lived in a community with my family. Then one day, I rode my little electric donkey and met my father. Damn it, but I buried my head right away, and then my male ticket knew it was my dad, and then I felt that he was nervous with me. Then I kept patting him and told him to ride quickly.
At that time, I comforted myself that my father should not have seen it. Then he came home in fear. My dad went home to cook and didn't say anything. He didn't even look at my father when he was eating, for fear that my father would tell my mother. Then I must not die! !
Then dad stopped talking to me, and it was normal to see mom. My mother talked to me several times, and my chopsticks were shaking. Then in the evening, when my father and I watched TV in the living room, we watched it for a long time. Then my dad said, "What if your mother knows I'm watching you?"
Then my mother first learned about my puppy love, in a more tragic form. The head teacher invited my parents, and my first love and I were caught by the head teacher. Then my mother came without even looking at me. She kept talking to the teacher and didn't look at me. I was thinking, "This time must be over! ! ! ! Be sure to go back to your room and lock the door at once. "
Then on the bus home, my mother didn't say a word, which was completely out of line with her bad temper. Then from the moment I entered the room, my mother yelled directly, "You broke up with me! ! ! ! "
Then in fact, apart from puppy love, my mother is that kind of special gossip. When I make a video, she always wants to come into my room. Then let me see what it looks like. But because of the shadow of my childhood, I always declare to my mother that I am not in love.