The sound of "Four Middle Schools, Come on" from outside the classroom made the Jianguo mother and son finally separated from the tight embrace. Jianguo and Xiaoxue knew that such a sound was only in the school, only in the school. Thousands of teachers and students have this kind of momentum when they shout collectively. Such a voice means that the whole school's teachers and students are looking forward to, looking forward to, and wondering if the wonderful basketball game that is really imagined has begun.
Jianguo’s mother took Jianguo’s big hand and looked at Jianguo’s body carefully, and then took another look at Xiaoxue, who was still "fashioned", and said to Jianguo and Xiaoxue, "Good son, good. Girl, are there any important activities in your school? If so, I won’t waste your time. You should go to the activities as soon as possible."
Jianguo, who has had thirty-seven years of life experience, certainly can’t take any interest in such a basketball game. Jianguo just wanted to be with his mother at this time, just want to see what his mother looked like when he was young, and listen to the mother when he was young. My mother’s voice makes my mother come and go happily; Xiaoxue, who only wants to be admitted to a prestigious university, just wants to hurry up and study, study, and study again. I can’t give up any interest in such activities, see It doesn’t matter whether you look at it or not. It’s just that Jianguo’s mother’s arrival has disrupted Xiaoxue’s study plan. If Jianguo’s mother hadn’t come, Xiaoxue would have been lying on the desk, not listening to things outside the window, and focusing on only being relative A weaker English book.
The two shook their heads at Jianguo's mother at the same time. Xiaoxue stepped forward and walked to a place two steps away from Jianguo's mother. She glanced at Jianguo's eyes full of maternal love and concern, "Auntie, You don’t have to worry about it. It’s not a group activity organized by the school. It’s just a basketball match. There is no one in the school to watch or not. It’s not easy for you to come here. Let Jianguo stay with you."
Since she was a child, she has not had her mother’s Xiaoxue. Because of the stepmother, although her home is in the county seat and not more than one kilometer away from the school, Xiaoxue used to eat and live in the school on the first day of enrollment. In the name of facilitating learning, she resolutely refused to listen to her father’s persuasion. She lived in school and rarely received the love of her mother. She saw the affectionate embrace of Jianguo’s mother and son just now, and saw the sincere feelings between mother and child. On the surface, she had a cheerful personality and an inner heart. It was the sentimental Xiaoxue who turned her head and wiped her tears several times secretly.
It would be great if my mother didn’t leave so early, if my mother often hugs herself like this, and if only my mother can always hear the voice of concern for her children, mothers and children in Jianguo forget themselves. At the moment of hugging, Xiaoxue suddenly had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Jianguo's mother. At that moment, Xiaoxue regarded Jianguo's mother as her own mother, and wanted to step forward so that Jianguo's mother could also be like a hug. Jianguo hugs himself like that.
In Xiaoxue’s thoughts, Jianguo’s mother didn’t know when she had come to Xiaoxue’s, and when Jianguo’s mother had already grabbed one of Xiaoxue’s hands with her other hand, “Good girl, you’re such a compassionate one. A pleasant, sensible, and beautiful girl. If I remember correctly, you are Xiaoxue, right? You are the Jianguo who often mentions it. Speaking of you, Xiaoxue is the most beautiful, best-studied and best-studied in the school forever?"
Jianguo must not understand the profound meaning of what he said to his mother twenty years ago, but Jianguo at this time has clearly understood his mother’s intentions, understood her mother’s painstaking efforts, and her mother is thinking about her own future, mother. She is using her own strength to pull this beautiful and sensible girl who all the boys in the school want to catch to her side. My mother is not "showing" a trace of being a ladder, a matchmaker, and having happiness for her baby son. A happy life creates conditions.
One is a beloved mother, and the other is a beloved woman. At this time, the two great women who have outstanding grace and care about their own "sex" are by their side, in front of their own eyes, and within their reach, After crossing Jianguo, Jianguo was really happy, and when Jianguo saw that Xiaoxue listened to her mother's words and looked at her shyly, Jianguo felt happy.
Perhaps 20 years ago, I only cared about getting close to my mother and didn’t see this shy glimpse. Maybe at that time I saw this shy glimpse but couldn’t understand the meaning of this shy glimpse. Maybe the time has turned back. The shy glimpse is another, it's a new "interlude", in short, this shy glimpse did not remain in the memory before the founding of the country.
Does Xiaoxue like herself? After searching hard for twenty years, Jianguo may have found the answer with a shy glance at Xiaoxue.
It may be that the mother who came from the girl understood the girl’s mind more thoroughly, knew the girl’s psychological changes more clearly, and understood the meaning of Xiaoxue’s shy glance. Jianguo saw her mother’s face and was pleased. Xiaoxue and Jianguo got closer.
"Little Snow Maiden, you may not believe this, I said, this stinky kid is calling your name in his dreams."
My mother seemed to be reminiscing about a beautiful thing worth remembering, and Jianguo was deeply attracted by the look of the "fascinating" person.
"I remember that it was a weekend last summer. The brat came home with a stomach full of worries, and it seemed that he hadn't finished his homework. There were fewer brats, and there were fewer words that day. After dinner, he hid in there alone. Reading in my room, I don’t worry. I thought the brat was unwell. I didn’t expect that the brat would start calling your name soon after turning off the light. The voice was soft and sweet, and I had never heard it. The brat once called a person's name like this."
Good mother, don't talk about it anymore. Don't put money on your son anymore. It's okay if your mother doesn't say this. When it comes to this, Jianguo, who knows what he was doing at the time, is ashamed to find a place to sew it in.
In the second year of high school, Jianguo was like a crop after the rain. His height was the same every day. In just a few months, his body had grown nearly 20 centimeters. However, Jianguo's bad thoughts of growing "hair" are also like the weeds in the cropland after the rain. , And it's the same every day.
Those good friends of Jianguo, Lin Fei and the others, dragged Jianguo into the water. I don’t know where Lin Fei and the others came from and what methods they used to get so many manuscripts, and Jianguo looked like these manuscripts. Taking opium, not only became addicted, but also couldn't stop it, and was ashamed to see it. The explicit language and sultry plot made the blood boiled and spurted with the stimulation of the founding of the country.
Since then, the pure founding of the country is no longer pure, the pure founding of the country is no longer pure, the honest founding of the country is no longer honest, on the surface, the founding of the country is still the original founding of the country that does not show the mountains and the water, but the founding of the country has become A hungry wolf looking for wild food everywhere.
On the very hot Saturday that my mother said, it was in the self-study class on the last section of Saturday, Jianguo protected her with two arms, and finished reading the famous manuscript of that era. "Heart", Jianguo, who wanted to vent after reading this book, really wanted to practice according to what it says in the book, and fixed his sinful eyes on the white lotus root-like calf that Xiaoxue "exposed" because he was wearing a skirt with bare legs at the time. .
It would be great if I could see Xiaoxue’s thighs, and if I could look at the mysterious area between Xiaoxue’s legs, Jianguo thought obscenely, and suddenly frowned, Jianguo seemed to be careless. The pen fell to the ground. When Jianguo bowed his head and bent down to pick up the pen, he seemed to inadvertently look up between Xiaoxue's legs. That's how it was, Jianguo, who called Xiaoxue's name in his home A nightmare.