a protracted war

Sunny September 5

Today is a festival to praise the working people. I can't help but think of the primary school, where the Chinese teacher read "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work" with great emotion, and seriously taught us to cherish food. It is very hard to cultivate the loess with its back to the sky under the sun.

I decided to start a journal today.

Not because it's Labor Day.

It's just because I hope that in the next few years, ten years, 20 years, many years, I can recall this day.

…My mother asked her to dance square dance with her old sister, who introduced me to someone.

……male.

Forget it... I'm not in the mood to write it down.

April 5 partly cloudy

Yesterday, I rejected that man very righteously. I told him that I am not gay. He first looked suspicious, and then his face changed to the unpredictable expression of a fortune teller who can see through the secrets in martial arts novels. , stroked his chin and said, "I know, I know, auntie told me."

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't know who the aunt he was talking about, my mother?Or my mother's old sister who danced in the square?Also, tell him what?

But in the end I didn't ask him.

He came here again today, carrying a lot of health care products for middle-aged and elderly people. My mother was very happy, took his hand, smiled amiably, almost tears in her eyes, a very familiar scene, a TV station's family search The show has been played many times.

Immediately afterwards, my mother enthusiastically dragged him to sit on the sofa, asked him a lot of questions, and didn't even want to cook.My dad was sleeping in the room and was woken up by my mom to cook.

In the middle of chatting with the man, my mother winked at me, so I tuned a station by remote control.

Then my mother twisted my thigh. This is a magic skill that my mother has practiced since I can remember. I think, before I have me, the object of her magic skill must be my dad. Thinking of this, I feel sorry for me. Dad was very sympathetic and mourned for him for three seconds.

During the meal, my mother and the man were still chatting very enthusiastically. My father sat across from me and stared at me. Obviously, he didn't understand the current situation.Looking at the situation, it's more like my mother to have sex with that man.

My family is feminist.

After dinner, I wash the dishes with my dad.

My dad: "Who is that young man today?"

Me: "You don't know?"

My dad: "Why do you think I know?"

Me: "Oh."

My dad: "You don't know?"

Me: "Not familiar."

My dad: "I thought it was your friend."

Me: "Obviously he knows my mother better."

My Father:"???"

Me: "It's not bad, it's very energetic, my mother has her second spring."

My Father:"?!!!"

Then I put the dishes into the disinfection cupboard in secret, and wiped my hands clean, leaving my dad to meditate by the sink for a long time.

As soon as I walked out of the kitchen, my mother called me over.

Her face was radiant, and joy seemed to smooth out the wrinkles on her face.

"Zhang Yang, come here!"

I passed obediently, and my mother consciously gave me a seat and let me sit between her and the man.

Both left and right eyes looked at me, I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say.

My mother has always been very good at controlling the scene. She was the first to speak: "You and Yi Yi are both young people. You should have a lot to talk about. I'm an old man and I'm not here to make you feel uncomfortable." Then I looked at the wall clock on the wall , "It's almost time to dance."

I thought to myself: I'm not uncomfortable, how well you talked to this person before.

Ke Yi also said: "Then auntie, go dance, as long as Zhang Yang is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, my mother winked at me again.

I turned my head away, pretending not to see.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

As soon as my mother left, we were speechless. My father would occasionally float past behind the sofa like a ghost, and the news was broadcast on TV, talking about two 100-year goals.

Yi Yi had nothing to say: "It is said that we will be well-off in an all-round way in 2020, do you believe it?"

I:……

Yi Yi: "I don't believe it either."

Actually, I was just thinking about how to answer this question.

Later, the topic did not continue, and he and I focused on watching the news.

Until my mother came back from dancing.

She was keenly aware of the calm and peaceful atmosphere between us, so she glared at me.

I am innocent and want to say something.

Yi Yi spoke, he stood up, and said goodbye to my mother, saying that it was getting late.After speaking, he looked at me cleverly.

My mother smiled, the corners of her mouth were grinning to the back of her ears, and said, "All right, all right, let Zhang Yang see you off."

I pouted quietly, very reluctantly, not understanding what a man in his 20s could give home.

Yi Yi: "Auntie, don't bother Zhang Yang."

I raised my eyebrows, he was sensible this time.

My mother sighed, "Okay, drive carefully, and come over for dinner when you are free."

Yi also nodded and said yes.

My heart skipped a beat.

As soon as Yi Yi left, my mother started to give me a sex session.

My mother: "Yi Yi has such a good condition! It means that I have a good relationship with my eldest sister, otherwise it wouldn't be your turn."

I said, "I don't want any good terms, I don't like men."

My mother was shocked: "You don't like men?! Then you like women?!"

I thought for a while and shook my head.

My mother naturally fell into deep thought. After about 5 minutes, she said: "If you don't like women, you like men. If you don't like men, you like women. There must be someone you like?"

I said, "I never liked anyone."

My mother never spoke to me afterwards.