The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

After the winter vacation ended, the lives of Jiang Chen and others seemed to have suddenly entered hell mode, repeating the same things every day, classes, homework, and exams.

Classroom, cafeteria, home, three points and one line.

Jiang Chen also took his novel home, locked it in a drawer, and raised three fingers to the girl beside him and swore that he would never read any books other than textbooks before the college entrance examination, not even the Youth Digest.

Mo Huaying from Hongyi's class came to look for An Yimo, the two girls were chatting at a corner of the corridor, Jiang Chen stood not far away and pretended to watch the scenery.

I heard something that probably meant that An Yimo was really great, and then I said something about Yang Hua, who was once the first in grade, and said that An Yimo did a good job.

It was the first time she saw Yang Hua deflated, like a girl talking about someone she likes.

Everything seemed to be calm, the sun was shining and the breeze was light.

But that day, An Yimo's mother came back.

On the afternoon of the weekend, in the courtyard, An Yimo's little girl was helping Jiang Chen with his homework.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, this voice reminded Jiang Chen of An Yimo's tone of self-introduction when he first came to the third class.

An Yimo suddenly raised her head, looked at the woman outside the yard, and called out "Mom" in surprise.

Jiang Chen also stood up, and saw a beautiful woman with an elegant temperament standing outside the courtyard, exuding a mature and elegant aura from her whole body.

An Yimo trotted to the front of the woman,
"Mom, why are you back?"

An Yimo's tone carried a hint of joy.

"Well, something happened, so I came back."

Lin Rou said calmly.

"Ah."

An Yimo nodded with a smile on her face.

"Who is that boy?"

Lin Rou's voice suddenly turned cold.

"He, he is my classmate."

"Student? Why did the classmate come to our house?"

"me."

An Yimo didn't know how to answer.

At this time, Jiang Chen came to An Yimo's side and greeted Lin Rou.

"Mom, bah, hello, Auntie."

Seeing the woman's fine eyebrows slightly wrinkled, Jiang Chen said hastily.

"Are you Yimo's classmate?"

"Yes, Auntie, I live across the street. That, the man in the yard is my dad."

After speaking, Jiang Chen saw Jiang Feng just walked out of the courtyard, so he said to the woman.

"()Hi."

Seeing the three of them looking at him together, Jiang Feng greeted him casually.

Seeing this, the woman frowned even deeper.

"Yimo, come into the room with me, I have something to tell you."

"Oh."

"You are Jiang Chen?"

Then the woman said to Jiang Chen again.

"Yes, Auntie."

"Ok."

Afterwards, Jiang Chen returned to the yard and stood beside his father.

"Who is that woman?"

"An Yimo's mother."

"So it's the in-laws. Dad will talk to her about the two of you later." Jiang Feng had a smile on his face.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Just kidding, brat."

"Oh."

In the living room of the room, An Yimo was sitting on the sofa, with her head slightly lowered, watching her two little feet tap the ground.

The room is very quiet, mom is doing something in the kitchen, it should be to boil water, yes, she always likes to drink water, especially when it is necessary to educate her.

At this moment, An Yimo already felt the familiar sense of oppression, like a world shrouded in dark clouds.

Her breathing couldn't be smooth, even though she took several deep breaths, she still felt a palpitation lingering in her chest. This feeling was too familiar. At this moment, she seemed to be back when she was a child, and her small body was ready to face a huge storm. .

The sound of footsteps was approaching. It was her mother coming out of the kitchen. An Yimo didn't look up at her, but kept her head down. She saw a pair of ladies' slippers and a pair of fair feet. She was sitting on another sofa .

"Yimo."

Mom called her.

"what?"

An Yimo replied subconsciously.

"How are you at school recently?"

"Well, it's fine."

"Jiang Chen is your deskmate?"

"Ah."

"Are you dating him?"

"No."

An Yimo said in a bit of a panic.

"do not have it?"

Mom's voice was a little dignified, as if she was suppressing something.

"No."

An Yimo said again.

"Look up in my eyes and tell me."

An Yimo raised her head and saw a pair of deep eyes, which were somewhat cold.

"Mom, I don't."

An Yimo said in an almost pleading tone.

"Your teacher told me, do you still want to lie to your mother?"

Mom's voice was tinged with anger and disbelief.

"I've emphasized to you that puppy love is not allowed. Your task now is to study. Why don't you listen?"

"But I also studied hard."

An Yimo retorted.

"But you don't know the risk of puppy love, which will cause you unpredictable consequences."

An Yimo wanted to refute, but she slipped her mouth. She suppressed it, as if suppressing the undercurrent of a calm sea sleep.

"But it's not a big problem. I came back this time to take you abroad, so you'd better break off the relationship with that boy as soon as possible."

Hearing this, An Yimo felt like something exploded in her mind, and then she refused.

"I dont go."

"Why don't you go? It's hard for me."

"Better education? I don't need it. I won't go."

An Yimo raised her head and put her arms around her chest.

"If you don't go, you have to go. I'm not discussing with you, but explaining to you."

"Why?"

An Yimo raised her head and looked at her mother. There seemed to be tears in her eyes, but she tried her best to suppress them.

"Because I'm your mother, I did all this for your own good."

"nonsense!"

An Yimo stood up all of a sudden, a tsunami in her heart came.

"It's the same sentence every time, every time, you are my mother, everything is for my own good, and then I have to do that."

"But, why? Just because you are my mother, you are the sky and the earth, I must obey you."

Tears overflowed from An Yimo's eyes, and she lost control of her emotions.

"But, Mom, I have no choice. Whether I come to this world or become your daughter, I have no choice."

"No one asked me how I felt, no one asked my opinion, no one asked me if I like this world, like to do things like that."

"Mom, what am I yours?"

An Yimo stared closely at the woman in front of her.

"Am I your tool? Or your toy? I have been at your mercy like your puppet since I was a child, learning this and that."

"I am for your own good, you will understand later."

The woman ignored An Yimo's expression, and the cold tone sounded again.

Now An Yimo completely lost control.

"I don't know!"

Tears wet her hair and cheeks, and An Yimo wiped the rolling tears with her hands.

"You are good for me, but are you really good for me? Have you ever cared about me? Have you ever cared about my feelings? You only care about my grades, and you don't care about anything else at all."

"I had insomnia all night at school. I couldn't sleep. I was depressed and committed suicide. Where are you? You didn't show up. You didn't know how I wished you would show up at that time, but you didn't."

"You're only busy with your work, you don't love me at all, I'm just your tool."

With a slap, Lin Rou slapped An Yimo, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes gradually turned red.

An Yimo looked at her in disbelief.

"You say I don't love you, I don't care about you, who am I working so hard for? When you were 6 years old, your father died."

"It's me! I brought you up alone! Do you think it's easy for me? Do you think I don't have insomnia? But what about you? That's how you miss me? Miss your mother that much?!"

"I'm not going, no."

An Yimo wiped away her tears, then ran out the door.

"where are you going?!"

Lin Rou shouted.

However, her answer was a heavy knock on the door.