After speaking with my mother for less than two minutes, I hurriedly hung up the voice. Although it was explained that the network signal in the rental house fluctuated, my mother didn't call me and immediately added good night. Only when the mother and son are connected can they have such a sour tacit understanding. Yesterday, I thought I was able to put myself into the experiment, and my mood was calm. I even talked to my friends about the three girls in the world, but I didn’t know that at night, I went back to my room and had nothing to do, so I picked up my phone and recorded a song. The song, and shared it with several friends. My voice only has rhythm and no emotion. It's really bad for me to be so empty. At the beginning of the evening, I thought my mood would be higher. Unexpectedly, my mother mentioned that it was finally sunny at home. The finishing work of my father's cemetery was completed. The owner of the mountain signed a use agreement with us. I realized that before I left, it was only ten days before I took the urn from the funeral home and buried my dad, which was too long. When it comes to my father's cemetery, from the site selection to the purchase, it was actually handled by my grandparents. This matter is actually not very complicated, because my father's cemetery is next to my grandparents' birthday tomb, and they are familiar with Shan's Owner. On the third day after my father passed away, my cousin drove my uncle and his group of four to inspect the site. My grandfather always said that the feng shui was good. Their birthday tombs have been built for 20 years so I can rest assured. Qingming is also easy to miss, and I don’t remember a lot of things. In fact, I was in a trance for the past few days. Except for the pain and tears, I didn’t help the family at all. It’s really useless. Then my mother said again, it is considered that you are busy with a major event, and you have to start busy experiments with peace of mind. This is your responsibility. This is not like my mother's usual rhetoric, which makes me feel that she is pure at this moment, and this kind of comfort is also a failure. It occurred to me that I had contacted a larger two-bedroom rental a few days ago, and I was planning to bring my mother to Changsha. We wanted the two of us to accompany each other, but my mother always refused because she thought the distance would lead to disputes. After all, my father was the palliative agent for me and my mother before he died, he is gone, I don't know how I should get along with her, and my father didn't teach me, maybe in his eyes, a 25-year-old is no longer the same. It needs to be talked about again, especially for an overly assertive, even rebellious me who has always respected me. My father gave birth to me when I was 25, I gave him away when I was 25, and now I am alone in a big two-bedroom rental, missing my father. My father is not great enough, and he doesn't even work hard in life. He is very ordinary. The proudest thing in his life is to support a son who doesn't need him to worry about and has high expectations for him since he was a child.
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