Inheritance of Rebirth

16. miss

After Liang Feng left, Yuan Cheng walked around the room again. The only bedroom was messy and messy like a boy's, so he backed out with a smile.

His obsessive-compulsive disorder and obsessive-compulsive disorder were formed by his mother. The process was not good, and many trivial troubles were added to his life, but he was used to it.

The furniture in the living room and dining room is old, but the bed and desk in the bedroom look fine.

Yuan Cheng thought, maybe Liang Feng's parents just don't care about him, but the family's finances are still fine at the moment, but it's hard to say, everyone will be bright before the crash, he still wants to remind.

The kitchen has no cabinets, an induction cooker, a kettle, a soup pot and a few bowls, a simple old-fashioned sink, and no refrigerator on an old table, apparently rarely used.

Yuan Cheng opened the drawer, and inside was half a handful of dried noodles and a few bottles of sauce. If he wanted to cook, there were still some things to buy.

But there is no rush, he has to think about how to talk to his mother today.

Sitting in front of Liang Feng's desk, Yuan Cheng took out the paper and pen, put aside the stack of scrolls, booklets, and books that were piled up randomly, and wrote stroke by stroke.

Typing on a mobile phone is not as good as scribbling and drawing on paper. After repeated deletions, Yuan Cheng slowly calmed down and eliminated all emotions.

He packed up his mood and prepared to talk as objectively and rationally as possible.

Mom won't accept it, she won't even listen to it, Yuan Cheng has such mental preparations.But he wants to make it clear to himself that he doesn't want his farewell to be drowned in anger and accusations.That's not necessary, let alone interesting.

Yuancheng came home at six o'clock, and studied at night from seven to nine o'clock. When my father was still there, my mother would try to come back for dinner as much as possible.

Yuan Cheng looked at the refrigerator, first fried a minced meat eggplant, added onions, red peppers, green peppers and a lot of minced garlic.

When cooking, he used another stove to boil the noodles. When the noodles were broken, he took them out and rinsed them in cold water, then poured them into a vegetable pot and quickly fried them on high heat. Before they came out of the pot, he sprinkled shallots and coriander.

He didn't eat at noon, and now a large bowl of hot noodles was placed in front of him, it was delicious, but Yuan Cheng was a little dazed.

This kind of stir-fried noodles is Luo Chao's favorite, and he just made it completely unconsciously.When I was in high school, my treatment of eggplant was usually fish-flavored eggplant with rice.

Yuan Cheng held back the astringency in his heart, and started to eat.

Mom didn't come in until almost ten o'clock, with a serious and tired expression. She kicked off her shoes and ignored Yuan Cheng who came over.

First went to the restaurant to drink a glass of warm water, then went back to the bedroom, and soon went to the bathroom in pajamas, the door slammed.

Hearing the sound of water, Yuan Cheng kicked her shoes neatly on the floor mat, washed the cup she put in the sink and put it in the drain basket.

This is my mother, who asks him and my father a lot, and can break the rules at will when he is in a bad mood.

Mom doesn't do housework, Yuan Cheng laughed mockingly.

In the future, she will understand that no one likes to clean the floor, cook, wash pots and tidy up the stove every day.She doesn't like it, and he doesn't like it either. What Dad does every day is commitment, tolerance, and love.

Because she talked too much during the day and listened to too many voices, my mother seldom talked at home and asked for absolute silence. Whenever she came in, my father had to tune to the same tone when watching TV. My mother said not to affect the child's study.

No, the home is 150 square meters with three bedrooms and two living rooms, and the TV sound is not loud.Yuan Cheng understands that my mother just thinks that the shows my father watches are not tasteful, and she is annoyed by listening to them.

Yuan Cheng sat back on the sofa and somehow remembered the seven years at Mrs. Wang's house. Luo Chao would never sit and watch him work alone. No matter how tired he was, he would help whenever he saw him working.

You were right to leave, Yuan Cheng.

Dad is gone, this home will only get colder and harder, until people freeze to death.

Mom came out of the shower to dry her hair.The hair dryer is in the living room, which is also a habit. In the past, her father used to do her hair in the living room.

In addition to these, my mother deliberately retained many habits, such as half a pot of cold water on the dining table.

She uses her voice a lot and doesn't drink tea. The first thing Dad does when he wakes up every day is to boil water and prepare it to cool down, so that she can make a cup of warm water at any time.

Now the first thing my mother does when she wakes up every day is to boil water.

The ring that I didn't wear since I thought it was troublesome was also found in June this year, and I haven't taken it off since then.

There are also dad's clothes in the closet, which she takes out to dry every summer, and dad's slippers are always kept in the small shoe cabinet.

Yuan Cheng thought that his mother was missing her in her way, but how ironic it was.

She looked down on this man who sold haggis soup. She despised him for not having gone to college and was uneducated.

She enjoyed his tolerance but never explored his inner world, until he died of illness, she was aloof.

So what are the memories now?

Is it the thoughtfulness that once turned a blind eye finally awakened the deep feelings in my heart?Or finally understand that what I thought was not love is just being spoiled, and what I thought was reluctant was not a compromise but happiness?