Chapter 16: Alone with my mother

My mother sprained her ankle. She sat on the lounge chair and rubbed it for a while. Suddenly, she said to me, “Call a car.”

“Oh ... oh.” My mother hasn’t spoken to me since she came back, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

“Call a car.” My mother repeated, her tone still cold and even a little impatient.

I quickly agreed and ran to call a taxi. When I helped my mother get in the car, she pushed me aside. After getting off the car at the hotel, my mother limped in. She sweated coldly with every step she took. She gritted her teeth and looked very painful. I hesitated for a moment, but finally went to help her. Fortunately, my mother only resisted symbolically this time and stopped refusing.

Because of the passengers stranded due to the strike and the impending typhoon, the hotel rooms were fully booked. Two rooms had just been cancelled, and now there was only one room left. My mother argued with the front desk for a long time, and the answer she got was always that there was only one room left. If she didn’t book it again, it would be gone. I contacted several more hotels, but they were also full. I had no choice but to stay there.

After arriving at the room, my mother swung her arm and pushed me away with her elbow. Then she slumped down on the chair, rubbing her temples and muttering with a tired face: “I have encountered so many bad luck.”

“Isn’t this normal?” I whispered.

My mother looked up at me, and I immediately explained: “This is how it is played in TV dramas. When encountering such a thing, there must be only one room left...”

I wanted to say something witty to relax my mother and ease the relationship between mother and son, but the expression on my mother’s face did not change at all. She was still cold, and the atmosphere became even more awkward. I quickly closed my mouth and sat down obediently by the bed.

For the next half an hour, my mother and I just sat there like this, and no one said anything. There was no sound in the room except the ticking sound of the wall clock. It was a little scary.

My mother sat on the chair, staring at me motionlessly. I didn’t dare to breathe, and my body almost shrank into a ball. After living for more than ten years, I finally understand what it feels like to feel uncomfortable all over.

Because the atmosphere was too tense, I felt like peeing, but I didn’t know why I didn’t dare to go. Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore, so I raised my hand tremblingly and smiled awkwardly at my mother: “Mom ... I want to pee.”

My mother didn’t scold me or scold me, but rolled her eyes with a little disgust. I rushed into the bathroom as if I had received an imperial decree.

I had thought that being alone with my mother might ease the tense relationship, but now it’s even more tense. A few days ago, my father and Beibei were there, and the atmosphere could be mobilized. Now there are only my mother and I, living in the same room, and we are just staring at each other.

I was sweating all over my body, and my butt felt like it had thorns on it. I was restless and uncomfortable all over. I spent half an hour in agony, and suddenly I remembered that it was still broad daylight, so I could just go out, why did I have to stay in the house? But my mother sprained her ankle, so she definitely couldn’t go out, so I had to go out.

Just as I stood up and wanted to go out, my mother also stood up from the chair. We both froze at the same time, she looked at me, I looked at her, froze for a moment, and sat down at the same time.

After another ten minutes, I couldn’t help it anymore, so I tentatively said to my mother: “Mom, can I go out for a walk?”

My mother turned her head and looked at me expressionlessly. I tentatively raised my buttocks and asked: “Then ... then I ... I’ll go out.”

My mother still looked at me straight and didn’t say anything. I really couldn’t stand this depressing atmosphere, so I gritted my teeth and ran out of the room.

After leaving the hotel, I breathed in the fresh air mixed with the smell of the sea, and for the first time I really felt the feeling of freedom.

There were a lot of people on the street, and there were strike teams marching and demonstrating everywhere, which was chaotic. This scene is rare in China. I stood on the street curiously to watch the excitement. We were all shouting the same slogans. After a while, I heard a loud noise in front of me, and then I heard gunshots. The crowd was boiling instantly.

Many people started to run back. I thought it had nothing to do with me, and the fire would not burn me. I wanted to continue watching the excitement, but seeing the crowd crowded and panicking, I was a little nervous, so I retreated with the crowd, and finally returned to the hotel in a panic.

After standing outside the guest room, I knocked on the door for a long time before my mother opened it for me. After entering, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and panted and said to her: “It’s a mess, you can’t go out, it’s very messy outside.”

My mother frowned, opened her mouth and hesitated for a moment, and asked: “What’s going on outside?”

“I don’t know, anyway, it’s quite messy.” After that, my mother and I fell into silence again and looked at each other.

Just when the atmosphere in the room was about to fall to freezing point again, I suddenly remembered that I could use study to divert my attention. Fortunately, I carried my schoolbag by myself, and my father and his family didn’t take it back home. I quickly took out my textbooks and sat at the desk to read.

When my mother saw me start to study, she sat on the bed and played with her mobile phone, and stood in front of the window from time to time, and spent it all night without a word of communication.

We can still eat together, but we can’t sleep in the same room.

It was already eleven o’clock in the evening. My mother leaned against the head of the bed, hugged the pillow and crossed her legs. She was dressed neatly and looked at me with a cold face. It can be seen that my mother is a little sleepy, but she must be worried about sleeping in the same room with me. I understand this even if she doesn’t say it.

I want to tell my mother that you can sleep peacefully and I will never do anything excessive again, but I don’t know how to start. I feel a little dry in the mouth, so I got up and walked forward, took a bottle of drink, and drank it hard. Then I thought of my mother and turned around and asked, “What would you like to drink?”

My mother looked at me and didn’t respond. I just took her as her acquiescence, and took out a can of cold beer from the refrigerator and said with a smile, “Have some beer, I remember you said that beer helps you sleep...”

Seeing my mother’s face suddenly change, her pair of slender phoenix eyes gradually narrowed, full of murderous intent, I realized how stupid I was, slapped my mouth hard, and quickly changed a bottle of milk.

After taking the milk, my mother turned her body to the side. I thought I should explain to my mother, and after a moment of silence, I said, “Mom, actually ... actually that night, I really didn’t...”

“Shut up.”

Just halfway through the words, my mother stopped me with a stern voice. I sighed helplessly, took a pillow, and then put two chairs together and curled up on them.

My mother still didn’t believe me. After drinking the milk, she leaned against the head of the bed and stared at me. Even though she was tired, she still refused to close her eyes. I lay on the chair, unable to stretch my body or straighten my legs, with my buttocks and waist hanging in the air, which was naturally very uncomfortable. But the most uncomfortable thing was my mother’s vigilant eyes.

After a stalemate of half an hour, I felt that this was not a good thing, so I stood up, held the pillow and walked to the bathroom, turned back and said to my mother: “I promise not to come out at night, you can rest assured. If you are really worried, you can put the chair in front of the door.” After that, I went into the bathroom.

It must be uncomfortable to sleep in the bathtub. It is smooth and slippery, and the legs can’t be straightened. When I got up in the morning, my waist and back ached, my legs cramped, and my neck was stiff.

My mother got up early in the morning and sat on the bed in neat clothes, but her hair was a little messy and her face was not very good. I guess she slept in her clothes last night, and like me, she didn’t sleep well.

Breakfast was delivered by room service. After eating, I started to hide aside to study again. My mother still didn’t talk to me, but she would make a slight groan from time to time. I secretly looked around and saw my mother sitting by the bed, rubbing her ankle with a painful expression. The injured area was already red and swollen.

I thought about it, put down the pen, stood up and said to her: “Or ... I’ll go find you some medicine.”

“No need.” Mom replied coldly.

“Your feet are so swollen.”

“No, no.” Mom said impatiently: “Read your book.”

I sat back and continued to bury my head in the book, but I was always worried. In the end, I didn’t say hello to my mother, got up and left the room, found the front desk, and found some sprays for treating bruises. After returning to the room, I gently placed it next to my mother, and then continued to read without saying a word.

My mother stared at me for a moment, unscrewed the lid, sprayed and kneaded it by herself, but the pain still made her moan softly.

Just like that, another day passed, and at night I locked myself in the bathroom and slept in the bathtub. On the second day, the stiff neck was even worse, and the slightest movement of my neck would make me grimace in pain.

Seeing me rubbing my neck and humming, my mother couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong with your neck?”

Faced with my mother’s sudden concern, I was really ecstatic, but I still laughed dryly and replied, “Nothing, just a little stiff neck.”

My mother didn’t say anything, but I was secretly happy. After all, she is my mother. No matter how big a mistake I made, she still cares about me when she should.

After a while, there was a rustling sound on the bed, and then I saw my mother get off the bed, staggering behind me, putting her hands on my neck and rubbing it gently.

My mother’s hands were cool, thin and smooth. After just a few rubs, the pain was relieved immediately. Of course, my heart was so happy that it was about to bloom, and I almost couldn’t help laughing out loud.

After rubbing for ten minutes, my mother turned back to the bed. She was silent all the time and didn’t communicate. But I was already very satisfied, and asking for more would be a bit ungrateful.

With this short episode, I felt much happier. I was in a good mood all day and almost laughed out loud during dinner. My mother seemed to notice something strange and looked at me with a squint. I quickly restrained my emotions.

At night, when I was walking to the bathroom with my pillow in my arms, my mother suddenly called me: “You ... sleep on the floor.”

“Ah?” I didn’t react for a moment and looked back at my mother.

My mother glared at me and said expressionlessly: “Sleep on the floor, don’t sleep in the bathtub.” Then she threw a sheet on the floor.

“Oh.” I nodded obediently, then spread the bed on the floor, stared at my mother, and slowly lay down. The hard floor is naturally not as good as the soft mattress, but it is much more comfortable than sleeping in the bathtub.

Sharing a room with my mother, my heart was pounding, and with the strong wind outside, I tossed and turned on the floor like a pancake, but I couldn’t fall asleep. From time to time, I heard the sound of turning over the bed above my head. I thought that my mother couldn’t sleep like me. I don’t know why, but I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, when I couldn’t sleep, my mother would always lie down beside my ear and hum “Lu Bing Hua” softly.

Although the singing was not very good ... it is also a very deep childhood memory of mine.

Alas~!

“The stars in the sky don’t speak, and the dolls on the ground miss their mothers. The stars in the sky blink, and my mother’s heart, Lu Bing Hua...”

I curled up on the ground and hummed softly.

My mother suddenly said: “Don’t sing, it’s so ugly.”

I couldn’t help laughing and said: “It can be worse than your singing.” After saying that, I regretted it, and quickly closed my mouth and pretended to sleep.

The room was silent again. After a long time, a soft sigh came from the bed, full of resentment and helplessness. My heart was aching, and I whispered: “Mom, are you asleep?”

My mother didn’t answer. I said to myself: “Do you remember? When I was a child, the money at home was lost. You asked me if I stole it, but I didn’t admit it. You said that making mistakes is not terrible. As long as I can bravely admit my mistakes and correct them, you will forgive me.”

Mom didn’t speak, I continued: “I know that the mistake I made is too big and unforgivable, but I still hope you can forgive me this time. I know it’s selfish to say this, but ... you are my mother, I ... I can live without anyone in my life, but I can’t live without my mother.”

At the end, my voice choked up.

At this time, my mother sighed.

“I spoiled you too much.”

Mom’s voice was trembling slightly, with a slight sob. I took two sharp breaths, and tears began to flow down uncontrollably.

“Mom, I’ve made up my mind. When I go to college, I will ... move out. I will ... never make you sad again.”

Mom didn’t speak. I finally couldn’t help it, and I put my face in the pillow and cried.

...

The relationship between my mother and I did not ease because of the conversation at night, and the communication between mother and son was limited to necessary. But I always felt that the atmosphere was not as awkward as before, at least I would not be afraid to speak.

After lunch at noon, my mother stood behind me silently and gently rubbed my neck for me. I was very moved. In order to show my determination to repent, I spent all my time studying hard except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet.

There was a typhoon outside these two days, and the demonstration team was gone. My mother checked and found that the typhoon would stop tomorrow and we could fly back to China the day after tomorrow. To be honest, I was a little reluctant. Even if the atmosphere was so awkward, even if I stayed in the house and did nothing, just staring at each other, as long as I could stay with my mother, I would be very happy.

The next day, the sky finally cleared up. After staying in the house for several days, my mother wanted to go out for a walk. Before going out, my mother sat by the bed and sprayed the medicine. My mother’s feet are smooth, white and tender, and her feet are small and cute. I used to like my mother’s beautiful feet very much. Every time I saw them, I always had an inexplicable impulse. But at this time, looking at my mother’s white and sexy bare feet, I didn’t react at all. Even when my mother drove me out and changed into a pair of flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose, I didn’t have any impulse at all.

I helped my mother out of the hotel and walked slowly along the beach path. Although she didn’t talk to me all the way, she at least didn’t reject touching my skin.

My mother seemed to be in a good mood. After strolling along the beach, she found a buffet restaurant and sat in.

The environment in the restaurant was quiet, the sun was shining, and the sound of waves came from time to time. My mother sat opposite me, eating grilled fish slowly, and I was like a waiter, diligently taking the food that my mother loved.

A few days ago, the relationship between us mother and son was really cold, and some words could never be said. Today, I saw that my mother was in a good mood, and I planned to take the opportunity to explain.

“Mom ... I want to explain something to you.”

Mom looked up and said nothing.

I swallowed nervously, pondered for a long time, and said, “Actually, that night...”

Just as she started to speak, Mom suddenly frowned and said, “Ouch.” I didn’t take it seriously, and continued to lower my head and said, “It was Lu Yiyi who helped you into her room.”

“Oh ... ah...” Mom covered her lower abdomen with her hands and leaned on the table.

“Whether you believe it or not, I really didn’t know. I thought it was Lu Yiyi who was sleeping in the room.”

“Shut up!” Mom scolded in a low voice. I was startled and looked up. I saw that her brows were tightly knitted, and her facial features were almost squeezed together. In the blink of an eye, her originally white face had swollen red.

I was startled and quickly stood up and asked, “You ... what’s wrong with you?”

“Stomachache.” Mom began to tremble as she spoke.

“Then ... then ... did you catch a cold? Or did you eat something bad?” I saw beads of sweat on my mother’s forehead, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.