My Little Mom is the Richest

"Eating," I also said, and then laughed with my grandma.

Grandma touched my head with her hands covered with the traces of years, rubbed it lightly, and said, "Okay, rest."

kindness? Resting, opening his eyes, the sight of the setting sun just now has been replaced by the waning moon and stars and the deep night. I yawned greatly, and said in my heart: It's really time to rest.

Lying on the bed, resting on grandma's legs, listening to grandma's past stories, she was sleepy with a smile, her eyelids were fighting, and grandma sighed in a trance, and said, "Go back, don't go back here. This is not the place. you."

"It doesn't belong to me..." I repeated the meaningless words and fell asleep.

What is this place? The darkness was invisible, only his body glowed strangely, illuminating a place less than one meter away. Here, I feel insecure, I can’t see things around me, I don’t feel warm or cold, I don’t have friends or relatives, I only have myself, a self who attracts dangerous things. so lonely. "Kacha", there was a sound behind him, and he turned his head abruptly.

"It's you." Xiang Xueman couldn't have a good impression of this woman who left her without authorization and found her boyfriend. She was surprised with a trace of rejection and anger.

Tong Haiyue retracted her hand in embarrassment, her stiff smile mixed with a little helplessness and guilt hung on her face, even more tired.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Xueman no longer looked at Tong Haiyue, and asked with a heartache. After all, it was the person who had been in love, and the unhealed wound was torn again, and the blood could not be restrained flowing out.

"Come and see Yinger." Tong Haiyue still called Li Yishui as always, even though Li Yishui had ignored Pei Qian's son's full moon wine.

Xiang Xueman knocked Tong Haiyue's outstretched hand and said coldly: "You don't deserve to call her Yinger. You don't deserve to come here to see her."

Tong Haiyue's eyes were red, and the red and swollen eyes became even more swollen. It was not that Xiang Xueman hadn't noticed, but the woman in front of her was no longer the one who would love her, but a little woman who threw away her dignity, gave up her rights, and betrayed her sisters and teachers for a man. I can't be tempted anymore.

"It's you." Feeling horrified, I turned around and saw a familiar face, that was my face.

She smiled, and smiled softly and happily, "Do you want to stay?"

I shook my head and answered firmly: "I don't want to."

"Why?" She tilted her head and asked: "You used to want to be alone for a while?"

"Yes, I like to be alone. I like quiet, but definitely not in such a place." What I like is the night, the quiet night with the breath of stars and trees. It will never be this death. Quiet and insecure place. It won't give me any sense of belonging here.

She lowered her head and laughed. The harsh laughter filled the darkness. She yelled: "But I am alone. I want you to stay here, feel my torment, experience my pain, and understand me. heart of."

"Impossible." For some unknown reason, I was unusually calm, facing her-a woman with exactly the same face as me, and I felt that I was facing another stranger.

"What is impossible? Why?" She became hysterical, a little mad.

I took a step back and said word by word: "I am not you. Even if I get into such a predicament, I will feel completely different from you. Therefore, I will not really understand you."