My Wife Always Thought I Did Not Love Him

Xia Yao returned to the home he lived in in high school according to the route he remembered. When he stood at the door, he was still in a daze.

All the people living in this dilapidated corridor are migrant workers working in this city. Xia Yao has lived here with her mother since she was a child.

At this point, mom should have not closed the stall yet. Xia Yao found the key from her schoolbag and was about to open the door when someone opened it from the inside.

"Are you back?" Xia's mother wore an apron and a spatula in her hand. She reached out to take Xia Yao's schoolbag, and said to Xia Yao who was outside the door: "Go, go and buy me a bottle of soy sauce."

Xia Yao suddenly saw his mother in high school, and was in a daze for a while.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Go quickly." Mama Xia turned around after speaking and was about to go to the kitchen.

Xia Yao didn't listen to his mother's advice to buy soy sauce, but followed his mother into the kitchen.

"Mom." As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse, "Why are you back?"

Xia's mother was frying in the pot while answering his question: "Isn't today your birthday, I will close the stall early and cook you a delicious meal tonight, why are you still here, go and buy me a bottle of soy sauce. "

After finishing speaking, Xia Yao ignored him, took a clove of garlic and started to chop it.

Only after Xia Yao came back from buying the soy sauce did he feel a little more real.The house is filled with the smell of vegetables, and the chicken soup stewed in the earthen pot is gurgling and smelling, and my mother is wearing an apron, busy as in memory.

That's great, Xia Yao felt his eyes heat up.

It's good to be home.

After dinner, Xia Yao helped her mother clean up the dishes, and Xia's mother took out a red envelope.

Xia Yao would receive a red envelope from her mother every New Year's Eve, she would never buy a gift for herself, and would cook herself a sumptuous dinner every year, plus a big red envelope.

Xia Yao put all these money together, and after tidying up, he followed his memory and put the red envelopes in his hand together with those from previous years.

Xia's mother must have been tired all day, so she went to bed before eight o'clock.

After Xia Yao took a shower, he lay on the bed with his eyes open, listening to his mother's deep sleeping and even breathing, his chest felt a little uncomfortable.

Xia's mother passed away a few years after Xia Yao graduated from university. At that time, Xia Yao was living with Zhou Du in a strange city. He left his mother alone in this city, and he didn't even have time to see her for the last time. one side.

This is the most regrettable thing in Xia Yao's life. At that time, he was full of Zhou Du, but he didn't know that his mother who worked hard for him had already suffered from cancer.

Fortunately, everything started again, Xia Yao turned around and slowly closed his eyes.

On Monday morning, Xia Yao appeared in the classroom with two big dark circles under his eyes. In the past two days, when he closed his eyes, he would be awakened by nightmares, and he couldn't sleep well at all.

As soon as he sat down, the chubby guy at the same table rushed in hurriedly.

Xiaopang's name is Guo Dongdong. Because of his round body, no one in the class calls him by his name.

I saw that he was holding three steamed buns in his hand, one bite at a time, and three or two bites were eaten by him. He stretched his neck and swallowed hard like a big goose, sucking up the milk in his hand in one go. Clean, as if he had just come back to life, he greeted Xia Yao.

Xia Yao nodded to him, and took out the English book from the schoolbag.His personality was originally quiet, so Fatty didn't care.

The class representatives of each subject were collecting the papers that they brought home for the weekend, when they received Xia Yao's side, his face suddenly turned pale.

Xiaopang took out the paper to the English class representative standing beside him, bumped Xia Yao with his elbow and said, "The paper is handed in."

"I didn't write it."

Xiaopang opened his eyes wide in surprise. The English class representative was a fair-looking girl. She quickly said, "Then hurry up and make up for it. I'll go to the other group first."

Xia Yao didn't know which English paper it was, it was impossible for him to remember a weekend homework assignment in senior three several years ago.

When three class representatives in a row came to collect the papers, after Xia Yao said that he hadn't written it, Xiao Pang gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

Xia Yao gave a wry smile, and when he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of a person at the door of the classroom out of the corner of his eye, and he quickly lowered his head.

Zhou Du stepped closer and closer with his shoulder bag, Xia Yao held his breath.

The hem of Zhou Du's school uniform brushed against Xia Yao's elbow, and Xia Yao felt her heart pounding, as if it was going to jump out of her throat.

After Zhou Du left, Xia Yao was relieved.

He is a cautious rabbit, boldly and cautiously fond of Zhou Du, but he is afraid that the man will show a disgusted expression if he finds out, so he can only hide in his own deep forest silently.

The third class is Chinese class. The Chinese teacher is their homeroom teacher. He is a middle-aged man with thin-rimmed glasses. He is tall and thin. His bangs are always combed back. The boss has a face, so people give the nickname "Lady Boss".

The proprietress inspected the classroom for a week and found that everyone was present, showing a satisfied smile.

"Very good, it seems that everyone has a sense of nervousness about going to the third year of high school." He pushed his glasses, put away the flashing smile, and said with a straight face: "But there is one person who doesn't have the consciousness of going to the third year of high school at all." .”

Knowing that he was talking about herself, Xia Yao lowered her head and said nothing.

"Xia Yao." The proprietress obviously didn't intend to let him go.

Xia Yao stood up.

"Why don't you do your homework."

"forget."

"Forgot?" The proprietress slammed the table, "Why didn't you forget to eat? Even Wang Hao did his homework, but you didn't write a single paper!"

Wang Hao was half lying on the seat and secretly playing with his mobile phone, when he suddenly heard himself being called by the proprietress, he muttered in a low voice: "Fuck, I was shot while lying down."

Xia Yao felt a little blushing, and lowered her head obediently. The proprietress didn't intend to waste too much time on him. After the reprimand, she turned to the rest of the class and said, "The first senior year is about to begin. The mock exam is over, are you going to face the exam with this attitude? Ah! Students, time is running out, the college entrance examination has entered the countdown. Now every minute and every second is precious, look at you , when I came in the morning, I would sit together and talk and chat, and I didn’t know how to be more conscious, memorizing, doing homework, you look at the next class, and see what kind of attitude they have!"

He babbled a lot, then glanced at his watch, and waved at Xia Yao: "Sit down first, we'll start class."