Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

The figure of the mother finally appeared.

She was wearing a bright red coat, which was a style from a few years ago. It looked old and rustic. She got out from the back door at once, but she didn't notice me next to me, and she kept moving towards the front door. run away.

The moment my mother came in, I saw dense beads of sweat on her forehead, cheeks, and neck. It must have been a long time since she had experienced such a sprint, and she was still panting.

I looked at my mother's back, my nose was sore, and tears almost fell down.

Many memories of the past emerged in my mind, and every picture was of a weak mother caring for me attentively. [

"Mom..." I cried softly with a crying voice.So light that I didn't even hear it myself.

But the mother who had already run four or five meters stopped suddenly, her feet seemed to be nailed in place.Then, she turned around slowly, but her face was surprisingly calm.

There is no blame, no annoyance, no remorse, there is just an indescribable deep love for me.

My mother came over, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and said, "Let's go."

Immediately afterwards, she walked in front and walked back through the back door.I followed behind my mother, and my mood gradually calmed down.

We, mother and son, walked towards the office building, one behind the other, but there were still students who didn't have eyesight seeing me and shouted enthusiastically, "Brother Ming, aren't you going to class?"

I glared at him, and my mother turned around and looked at the student.

Only then did the student realize what had happened, and ran away in a hurry.My mother stood there waiting for me, but I walked over to be parallel to her.

"Is it because no one cares?" Mother's voice was unusually gentle and graceful: "That's why you caused so many troubles?"

"No." I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say.

"Your dad wanted to chase you out just now, but I won't let you. I'm afraid he'll hit you if he gets angry." My mother patted me on the back.The two of us walked again, and after a while, we walked into the office building.

My mother led me into the head teacher's office.Father was working with the bald old man to lift the desk up, and the two of them hurriedly cleaned up the wreckage on the ground.