Chapter 25

My grandfather was buried, and after the Spring Festival was over, my father and mother started to go home. Seeing my father tidying up his luggage while saying goodbye to my grandmother. Seeing my grandmother’s sad cheeks, my mood was extremely bad. I don’t want to go back to that prison-like home and live a prison-like life. I want to live in my grandmother’s house forever and live a house with my aunt. My life is already inseparable from my aunt. I really feel that I have fallen in love with my aunt deeply, especially her delicate pussy.

Xiaoli, hurry up, get dressed quickly, my mother frowned and put a coat on my body stiffly. Son, listen to my mother's words and go home to school with her!

No, I struggled in vain in my mother's arms, No, no, mom, I won't go home, I won't go to school, I will be at grandma's house, I will play with my aunt!

Um, my aunt held my hand, tears streaming down her face, showing a helpless look. My nephew, go home quickly and study hard, oh, listen to my aunt!

Xiaoli, the second aunt who rushed over hurriedly stuffed a brand new pair of pants into my hand and held it. These are the new pants made by the second aunt for you, so that you can wear them at school! The second aunt reluctantly stroked my head, my nose felt sore, and tears fell on the new pants. I won’t go home, I won’t go to school, I want to play with my aunt!

Play, play, you know how to play! While tying my clothes buttons, my mother muttered impatiently: I know how to play, my heart is wild. When I get home, I will see me deal with you well!

The house is full of relatives, and I give me some small gifts to me who is leaving. My second aunt from Miao gave me a pair of cloth socks sewn by her own hands, which are very ethnic minority-specific. I stared blankly at the strange pattern, and tears quickly blurred my eyes.

Xiaoli, give it to me, the short Aunt San stuffed a handful of coins into my top pocket, put it in, don’t lose it, keep it home and buy candy!

The eldest grandson, grandma, with a sad face, tremblingly holding a pair of green autumn pants. The place in your house is so cold. When you are in school, put on these autumn pants to avoid catching a cold!

Seeing that my second aunt, aunt, and grandma each gave me a gift, either pants, socks, or coins, my aunt suddenly let go of my hand, wiped her tears, and ran out of the house without returning to her head. Grandma shouted at her back: Juzi, what are you doing?

The old lady didn't answer and disappeared outside the yard like flying. Dad looked at the watch on his wrist and urged his mother who was wiping his face and wiping his eyebrows and said: Don't wipe it quickly, it's getting late, let's go quickly, after a while, I won't catch the train!

The eldest grandson, grandma sent me out of the hospital lovingly, touched my head and choked and said: I'm still coming to my grandma's house when the school is on holiday, oh

Well, I nodded, Grandma, during the holiday, you can ask your second aunt to pick me up!

OK, the second aunt agreed readily: Xiaoli, after the holiday, the second aunt will definitely pick you up!

Hi, Wu Baoshan raised his whip and shouted at everyone: Oh, where is this? This is not a separation from life and death. Quick, hurry up, get on the car. After that, the owner of the car clamped me with his strong arms, lifted me to the car with a force, and with a very easy force. I turned around and waved my hand at the relatives. Grandma, second aunt, second aunt, third aunt, goodbye!

Ai, grandma led her relatives and replied: Goodbye, Xiaolizi!

Hum, the carriage drove onto the highway in a flash, looking at the relatives who were gradually disappearing, the mother pouted with her red mouth and muttered: Hum, no matter how rare you want Xiao Lizi, he is also my son. Hum, Xiao Lizi, what a broken name, I came to visit the door and changed the child's name!

Mom, I explained: Grandma said, if I call this name, I won’t get sick from now on!

Come on! Mom curled her lips disdainfully, superstitious, superstitious, your grandma is the most superstitious, if you have any big or small things, you have to find a blind man! Without culture means no culture

Hehe, hearing my mother's nagging, Wu Baoshan said while waving the whip: I said, "Niece-in-law, you can't say that. That blind man is really amazing, he has a very accurate calculation!"

Accurate? Accurate? What's the right thing! My mother replied disapprovingly: Accurate? Since the blind man is so accurate, why didn't he calculate it carefully for himself to see when he can get rich!

Hehe, oh, the owner of the car smiled speechlessly, suddenly changed the topic, and shouted: I'm here, I'm here, the train station is here!

You guys are waiting here, I'll go buy tickets! After saying that, Dad jumped out of the carriage and walked straight to the ticket office. The car owner turned his head and grinned at me stubbornly. Goodbye, guys!

After saying that, the owner of the car raised his whip and returned to the small village with a humming noise. I stood blankly at the door of the waiting room. My sister stood silently beside my mother. My mother kept pushing me. Come in, don’t stand at the door and receive the breeze!

I don't, I muttered angrily, I don't, I do!

I don't listen to my mother, right?

Let's go, Dad pinched two tickets and waved to mom, let's go check the ticket, get on the bus early, save you from getting cold!

Xiaoli I walked into the ticket gate reluctantly under the push of my mother. I was about to step over the iron fence when suddenly, my aunt's familiar shout came from behind: Xiaoli's eldest nephew

My aunt turned her head in surprise, and saw her rush into the waiting room, carrying a new piece of clothing in her hand. I broke free from my mother's palm and ran to my aunt regardless of everything. My aunt and I opened our arms almost at the same time, hugged each other tightly in the middle of the waiting room.

Our faces were close to our faces, and the tears of affection were flowing together, rolling down along our hot cheeks. Two sincere hearts, through the thick cotton coats, thumping wildly, like two balls of hot fire, burning, gradually, completely melting us together, venting a love that cannot be regrettable.

In the deserted waiting room, the air seemed to solidify. Whether it was the station staff or the passengers who were rushing, everyone's eyes were focused on my aunt and me at the same time. My father and sister who had already walked through the iron fence were holding the cold iron railing in a daze and staring at us speechlessly. Mom, at first at a loss, then walked over coldly and patted my shoulder. Xiaoli, go quickly, you're going to drive!

My eldest nephew, my aunt finally let go of me and stuffed the new clothes in my hand into my hand. Xiaoli, take them and go home to wear them at school!

Let's go, let's go! My mother grabbed my hand, ignored my aunt, walked into the iron fence without saying a word. My aunt wiped her tears and waved her hand at me. My nephew, goodbye!

My aunt, I look back and forth at my aunt, goodbye

Humph, when I got home, my mother muttered to me angrily: Son, listen to my mother’s words, please calm down. Go to school and study your homework well. Have you heard it?

Mom, I asked my mother: I will go back to my grandma’s house after this holiday!

What, my mother looked at me in surprise first. After a moment, she raised her face and said provocatively: No, in the future, you will lose your heart. I can never let you go back to that poor place. Your grandma has no good people at home. If you go there a few more times, you will learn bad things!

Mom, I was so angry when I heard my mother's words. It seems that it would be a very difficult thing to go back to my grandma's house and see my beloved aunt again. I murmured: Mom, the clothes I bought for me, I want to wear the new clothes my aunt gave me to go to school!

Oh, Mom didn't take out her aunt's new clothes, but pulled out a brand new sweater. Son, don't wear the clothes my aunt bought for you. Look at it, it's too rustic. Come on, wear this, this is knitted by Mom for you. Put it on, try it to see if it fits well!

No, no, I shook my head and pushed my mother's arm away. Seeing this, my mother was holding the sweater blankly, and her face became gloomy. She waved her fat hand and slapped me with a big slap. Bastard, what is ungrateful, do you know how much energy it took for my mother to knit this sweater for you? My mother has lived so old that she has never knitted a sweater! For you, my mother is patient and knitting stitch by stitch. I don't know how many nights it took, but my eyes were red. It took her hard to knit a sweater, but you didn't wear it. Oh, it really makes my mother sad!

I stood like a wooden stake, letting my mother do whatever she wanted. While muttering, my mother put the sweater that was full of hard work on me: How about it, does it fit? My mother looked at me happily, but I didn't make a sound, frowned, and sat on the bed angrily. My mother squatted down and tidied up her sweater, and said proudly: Oh, my son is even more beautiful when he put on this sweater, son,

Mom held my face and kissed her, Son, Mom’s baby son, let’s play by yourself first, Mom cooks for you!

After saying that, my mother stood up, twisted her charming big butt, and walked into the kitchen with a humming huff. I was still sitting dullly on the bed, lowering my head, looking at the sweater on my body. Somehow, the more I looked, the more I felt awkward. There was a feeling of discomfort on my body that was indescribable. The sweater on my body was like a tight noose, which made me unable to breathe.

I tried my best to pull up my sweater, but I couldn't take it off. The more I pulled it, the tighter the sweater became.

My hands were tearing the sweater tightly, thinking to myself: This is not a sweater, this is a shackle, this is a shackle that my mother puts on me. My mother tried to use this shackle to tie me firmly beside her, completely separate me from her hometown, grandma, and aunts, and cut off all contact from now on.

No, no, never... I can't let my mother lock me up, I want freedom, I want grandma, and aunt!

I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, and my sweater was still wrapped tightly around me, and it became tighter and tighter. In despair, I grabbed the scissors from the drawer and cut the sweater from the center of my chest without hesitation. I held the sharp scissors, panted, and cut them with gritted teeth.

Kakka

Xiaoli, my mother happily returned to the kitchen from the kitchen with a flower apron. When she saw me cutting my sweater to pieces, she threw it pitifully on the floor. She rushed over and almost knelt on the floor, holding up her own hard work with her hands tremblingly. Xiaoli, you, mom raised her head, and there were tears in her pretty eyes. Son, you, you, are you treating your mother like this?

Mother

Seeing my mother's sad expression, I suddenly regretted it and felt that I was indeed a bit too much. No, it was not just a little too much. I ruthlessly cut off my mother's special care for me. My mother was not wrong at all. She was lazy by nature and never finished a piece of fabric.

I remember when I was very young, my mother, colleagues, or neighbors, got together, and each of them was holding an unfinished fabric in their hands. They were talking and laughing while threading needles and threading, but in less than half an hour, my mother stopped, rubbed her wrists and fat waists. Oh, I'm so tired!

After saying that, my mother was the first to put down the fabric and weave it again tomorrow!

Tomorrow and tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. As soon as my mother's fabric was put on hold, she would throw it away completely. From then on, she would never touch it again. Once the semi-finished product was put on for more than a year.

Mom, I hung my head and moved to my mother in a very embarrassing way. Mom, I was wrong!

Son, Mom threw her broken sweater to the floor, knelt on the ground, hugged me, and started crying bitterly, Son, you, you are so sad about Mom!

Mom, I also plopped and fell to my knees in front of my mother. Mom, I was wrong

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The more my mother cried, the more sad I felt. I was suddenly at a loss, and tears of regret burst into my eyes: Mom...Mom...