How happy I used to be to finally be able to leave that noisy and disagreeable home all day long and live a quiet life alone. Stay away from nagging, pick your favorite food, hang out casually, and choose a sleep time you like. Many times, I envy myself for being as dashing as the Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain, boasting to others with a casual attitude towards life, like a ridiculous clown, immersed in the carnival of one person.
Later, I couldn't help worrying about my mother. This paranoid woman was always unhappy in the second half of her life. In that small town, she has no friends, and she spends a lot of free time after being laid off, groping alone, like moss in a dark corner, without sunlight. She said that marrying her father was a wrong choice. Now, in a space where she is struggling and tangled, she has gradually become irritable and irritable, and is full of doubts and anger towards the world. And the only beauty she trusts in this world, the only source of happiness she has is the son who is far away and doesn't know how to take care of her. The love that my mother poured out of nowhere fell upon me in all sorts of grotesque ways.
Now, my mother and I are like two deserted islands, facing each other from afar.
That day, my parents and I cleaned my room together, cleaned up the garbage, washed the clothes, sheets and pillows, and arranged the shoes, tables and chairs. The two have been married for nearly 30 years and have been noisy all their lives, rarely spending a day in such a tacit understanding. When I came back to Hangzhou on a business trip, I saw this neat room, like returning to a small room in that small town. The oranges my mother brought from home were piled up in the corner. Later, she called and said that the oranges are not sweet, you should try them first, but you should eat them earlier so that they don't rot.
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