leave this sad place

Chapter 145 Life
"Alright." She nodded slowly.He looked at the two dishes left on the table and asked him, "Aren't you going to eat? Are there still so many dishes left?"

"I've almost eaten enough." Ouyang frowned slightly, how could he eat too much at night when he usually doesn't eat too much?

"Eat these slowly, or I'll just throw them away. There's no refrigerator here. It's a hot day, and it will go bad when you get up tomorrow." She persuaded him.

Ouyang glanced at her, he didn't like waste, he really didn't want to see these good meals being thrown away, but he really didn't want to eat too much at night.

"Eat slowly." She said to him again.

"Okay." Ouyang sighed inexplicably, waste is not a good habit after all.For Ouyang who has been hungry all day and tried his best to control his diet, it is not a big problem to eat all these dishes.

She watched him finish all the meals slowly, bite by bite.

"It's over." He put down the bowl and chopsticks again, and touched his stomach with his hand, but fortunately, it was only slightly stretched.

"There is still a small bite here." She reached for the rice cooker and scraped a small spoonful of rice from the inner wall.

He looked at it helplessly, and really didn't want to eat any more.He sat there silently, trying to resist with this silent language.

"Just a small bite." As she spoke, she added the small bite of rice to his bowl, and turned the rice cooker upside down to show him.

"Okay." He sighed again with great reluctance, and continued, "Don't cook so many dishes tomorrow, and don't cook so many meals again."

"Isn't it because you didn't eat much at noon today?" She frowned slightly as she watched him, and then hurriedly continued: "Okay, okay, I just don't make so much tomorrow."

Ouyang sighed in his heart, wondering if she really listened to his words.

"Go and do your work, I'll just clean it up." She watched him stand up to clean up the dishes, and quickly snatched them away from him, picked up the dishes and walked to the sink.

Ouyang looked at his empty hands with a helpless expression.There are not many doting like this since he was a child, but he doesn't like it from the bottom of his heart, but he gradually adapts physically.

He knew what they thought, nothing more than to let himself study hard, and don't care about anything else, don't worry about it.But is this idealized model possible?He shook his head, not wanting to think about that anymore.

"If you want to read your homework, you can do it on the dining table just now." While busy tidying up, she kept telling her.It seems that everything has returned to its original track. Isn't that the case with families whose parents come back to bring their children?
"I don't want to write tonight." He shook his head. Although the time in high school was very tight, his homework was usually completed when he was in school.Besides, he was not used to all this, nor did he like it very much.

"Okay then, you can do your own thing." She thought for a while, after all, it was the first day and she didn't insist anymore.

"I want to go to bed." He said suddenly, but it made himself feel a little funny.He has never had the habit of going to bed early, how could he go to rest now?He just wanted to know which room he slept in tonight.

"Then go and rest." She didn't hear what he meant, and even if she did, she wouldn't care.Because she had already thought of all this.

"Then where should I go to sleep?" There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, how could such a stiff and uncomfortable feeling make him feel at home?Besides, his heart is not here at all.

"Go to sleep in whichever one you like." She still said casually.

Ouyang thought for a while, then said: "I'll go to sleep in the small one."

"Let's go to the big one. When the weather gets hot for a few days, there will be an air conditioner in it. It will be more comfortable to sleep at night with it turned on." Her tone was still very casual.

"I'm not afraid of heat." Ouyang didn't want to accept this kindness, even though she was his mother.

"I can't blow on the air conditioner." There was a hint of toughness in her casual tone.

"Then—alright." Ouyang knew that she had already made plans, but he didn't like this kind of love, and he felt a little uncomfortable with what was imposed on him like this.But what can he do?He secretly thought that it would be fine for him not to turn on the air conditioner in the future, which would make his heart feel a little better, as if he himself did not accept such doting.This is just a self-consolation for his self-deception.

Ouyang closed the door and turned off the lights, but the darkness around him was the familiar environment he liked.

He lay quietly on the bed, how could he feel sleepy at this moment?He quietly thought about everything that happened today, and it was almost a foregone conclusion before he was prepared for it, or even realized it; such unfamiliar things made him feel dislike in his heart, and A little apprehension.

He sighed inexplicably, how could he not know what she was thinking?She deliberately avoided his purpose of calling her back, thinking that creating such a home atmosphere would give him a kind of psychological compensation, let him let go of those things, and stop thinking about them.But how is this possible?Some things simply cannot be compensated afterwards, just like the broken mirror, no matter how well it is glued, it cannot conceal the existence of the cracks.

And her way of doing this is her own will. She doesn't know what he is familiar with and what he likes. She just thinks that she just needs to follow the ordinary life.But what about him?He has long been accustomed to that indifferent, lonely, and dark environment, and he will not give birth to the kind of liking she hopes for this slightly warm environment.On the contrary, it made him feel very uncomfortable, a kind of spiritual restraint.But how would she know this?I also blindly think that as long as time goes by, he will get used to it.

Ouyang's eyes suddenly darkened, and what she gave him made him slightly disgusted in his heart.He didn't want to see her pretending that everything was up to him, and it wasn't his choice at all.And the care and love she imposed on him made him a little bit unbearable.Like other children, he will not think that as long as it is given by his parents, he should take it for granted.

A big gap had already appeared between them, she didn't realize it at all, but he was watching clearly all the time.Because that crack had always been clearly present in his heart, and his heart was about to be split in two.

There was a complicated look in his eyes again, she was his mother after all.Even if he could calm down and deal with the father whom he hated so much, how could he treat her so coldly?And isn't everything she does for her own good?It's just that the way doesn't suit me.Then why can't I endure her kindness?
There was a bit of pain in Ouyang's eyes, and a look of hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Isn't it only a year at most? What can't I bear?" He muttered to himself, but the melancholy in his eyes deepened.

"Don't think about it anymore, one year will pass soon. Everything will be fine when you get to college." He took out his mobile phone and wanted to read the novel again.The habits he had developed over the years not only made it difficult for him to let go, but also made him feel a kind and familiar feeling.

In the dark room, there was a whitish light.She walked past his window, frowned slightly and said, "Are you still playing with your phone?"

"Reading novels." He was startled suddenly, and didn't like people to disturb him when he was seriously reading novels.

"Oh, don't watch it too late, go to bed early."

"understood."

She walked away with a slight frown, which she didn't like him to do.But today is just the beginning after all, so how can we force him to study hard with one heart and one mind?
Ouyang sighed inexplicably again.

Tonight, he saw that it was very late again before falling asleep, but his brows were tightly furrowed in his sleep.

(End of this chapter)