将 错 就 错

This was the most comfortable day in autumn. It was refreshing to go out early in the morning. Mo Mo got out of the car, and the minibus just arrived.Normally, he was eager to get on it, and he would ride in without a minibus.But today's pace is particularly procrastinating.

The station is on the street, and his home is on the street. People who walk slowly take a quarter of an hour to walk. He usually walks fast, stopping and going for 10 minutes, and it took him 10 minutes to get there.

Mo Mo was standing downstairs. The floor of the old-fashioned house was not high. His house was on the fourth floor, and a figure could be seen passing by the window downstairs—Mother Mo was at home.

There are twelve steps on one floor, and 48 steps on four floors. He has gone up and down these 48 stairs countless times.Mo Mo deliberately took his steps up the stairs lightly. The old house has no sound insulation effect. Grandma shouted loudly, which could be heard in the whole unit building.

Standing still at the door of his house, he was as nervous as a stranger, and the thieves who stepped on the spot were more relaxed and natural than him.He also had a similar experience before, when he made trouble and got into trouble, he stood outside the door like this, until the grandma with a loud voice asked him if he didn't bring the key.

Mom Mo opened the door and thanked Grandma for pulling him into the house.Mo's mother looked at her son who had a runny nose and tears, so she didn't want to be too harsh, so she taught him how to correct his mistakes.

But this time it's not mischievous, I can turn over a new leaf and be obedient.

Mo Mo took out the key, but the key couldn't fit into the hole several times. He managed to calm down and touched the keyhole with his other hand, but the key still couldn't go in.Take a closer look, the brand new door lock in front of you is not as rusty as the old lock that has been used for more than ten years.

Mo Mo raised his eyes and looked at the house number, 401, a piece of plastic red paper was pasted under the house number, Wuhao Family.

He was unwilling to try again, and the movement attracted the attention of the room. Mother Mo opened the door from the inside, and the mother and son looked at each other through the door.When Mo's mother saw him, she couldn't say she was happy, surprised, disappointed or angry, but just strange and impatient, like a salesman chattering outside the door.

But Mo Mo was silent, his throat and tongue were dry, and he couldn't speak a word.

Seeing that his mother was about to close the door and chase away people, Mo Mo stepped forward, blocking the door with his hands, "Mom..."

Mo's mother took a step back and let him in, "You are finally willing to come, that's okay, take your things away."

The layout of the small living room can be seen at a glance from the door. There are two suitcases standing at the door of his room. Mother Mo pushes the suitcases to the door with great difficulty, and points to them: "All the clothes and shoes you often wear are inside, and there are Some of your messy things. Write me an address, and send them in bulk. I don’t have time to make mattresses and quilts, so you can figure it out yourself.”

Mo's mother was upset and irritable, she raised her voice, "What are you doing standing up, pick up your things and go quickly."

As she spoke, she turned her face to the side to hide her reddened eyes.

Mo Mo froze on the spot at a loss, the panic left by Mo's mother swept through his internal organs when he was a child.

At that time, he didn't understand, and thought he was disgusted by his mother, so he tried his best to hold back his tears, telling himself over and over again that if he couldn't cry, he had to be sensible, and his mother would take him home.When I get home, I won’t worry about getting scared. My mother will take good care of him. If he is cold and hungry, we will watch cartoons together, tell him stories, and put him to sleep.

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry... How, how did I give birth to you!"

Mo Mo narrowed his eyes severely, "Mom, if I don't leave, don't drive me away."

The quarrel between the two was not small. The resident opposite opened the door to look around curiously, and Mo's mother closed the door.She exhausted all her strength and sat down with her arms on the edge of the table.

Mo Mo took two steps on her knees, but was kicked away by her. Tears flowed even more fiercely, but she held her breath and did not dare to make a sound.

He cried easily since he was a child, and he was more fragile than a little girl. Whenever his relatives and friends said a few jokes about mother not wanting you, tears would flow down like a flood.

He was not like other children who wailed loudly, and everyone knew how to cry, and asked everyone to coax them.When he cried, he shed tears, dared not sob loudly, and bit his lips tightly.

Adults don't like to see this appearance because they are wronged at the slightest joke. They think this child is not funny or cute at all.

Only his mother hugged him, coaxed him, wiped away his tears and nose, and said softly and tirelessly, don't be afraid, mother is here, you are my sweetheart.

Now even my mother doesn't want him anymore.

"If you look like this, I don't expect you anymore, so let me make it clear." Mo's mother took a deep breath, looking at the void outside the window, and there was a delicate voice urging from the stairwell, "Grandma, hurry up, grandma!" hurry up."

After a burst of thump-thump-heavy footsteps, Mo's mother said, "It's not the first time I've seen you with that man."

Seeing Mo Mo was surprised and stunned, Mo's mother laughed at herself: "Your appearance is like mine, but your personality is like your father... Otherwise, how could you be born?"

Mo Mo was startled, and unconsciously said, "Father?"

Mo's mother voluntarily mentioned these two words very few times. Words like "father" and "father" are just addresses to Mo Mo, and he is often mentioned by classmates and colleagues around him.

Mo's mother pointed to one of the suitcases at the door, "Do you think you have hidden those messy things?"

Mo's mother said again: "last time I gave you Zhou Qing's things, do you think I just got in the car and left?"

that time……!Mo Mo stared wide-eyed.

"I'm from here, I thought I couldn't see it, and you still hate the two slaps I slapped you?"

He asked questions one after another, but Mo Mo went blank.

"I don't want to believe it either." Mo's mother turned her eyes, "You forced me to believe it. You came today, just to be lucky, to be comfortable, to be with that man with peace of mind. If you really care My mother, will I look like this?"

At the end of the words, there was hatred, and Mo Mo was cut clean from the inside to the outside with one word and one knife.

"You have grown up, and I can't control it anymore. You can go."

As she spoke, she pulled Mo Mo's arm with all her strength, pushed the person and the suitcase to the door, and slammed the door tightly, making a resounding sound.

Under the echo, the woman's intermittent crying was suppressed.

Outside the door, Mo Mo was in a daze, and various images flooded his mind. For a while, it was Mo's mother teasing him with toys, and for a while, it turned into his mother's cold expression...

He thought that he had been exposed before he knew it, and he thought that time would calm his mother down, but he was just procrastinating and escaping.Shrunk in a snail shell, no one dared to face it.

After an unknown amount of time, a little girl's voice came from the narrow stairwell, "Hurry up, grandma."

A pair of grandparents and grandchildren led each other upstairs, passing by Mo Mo, the little girl asked her grandma, "Why is he sitting outside?"

The grandfather and grandson walked upstairs, and their voices gradually faded away.

Grandma said: "Maybe he didn't bring the key, so he couldn't enter the house."

The little girl proudly waved a bunch of keys, jingling, "I brought the keys, and I will help grandma open the door."

Mo Mo dragged two big boxes, walked down the street with a blank expression on his face.

Even though he was neatly dressed, the passers-by around him tried to detour as much as possible, but he didn't realize it, his hands and feet were like rusty clockwork, the machine was running, and it stopped automatically when it was exhausted.

He didn't know how far he had walked, how long he had walked, and where he had gone, but his eyes were dark, and a thunderbolt exploded, which only aroused his consciousness.

When he looked up, he saw a bright light, subconsciously lowered his head and closed his eyes, the sound of the brakes was sharp and piercing, and then his body rolled down. Except for the first second of pain, he felt nothing, and he couldn't hear the loud shouts...

It turns out that there is still such a moment in life, when time freezes, the world stops, and everything is silent.