Chapter 34: An Nuo is in the hospital

Seeing my mother’s angry face, I didn’t dare to be too presumptuous. I said sorry and fled back to the bedroom in a panic.

Lying in bed at night, I couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, feeling a little guilty and regretful. How could I do such a perverted thing? What should I do if my mother hates me more because of this?

The next morning, I felt guilty and didn’t know how to face my mother. After getting up, my mother didn’t say a word to me, and didn’t even look at me. I wanted to apologize, but my mother didn’t give me a chance. After breakfast, she went to work.

I don’t know why I did such a reckless thing, but I really can’t suppress the desire in my heart. Now, as long as I see my mother, there is a fire burning in my heart. I can’t figure out whether I want my mother’s mature and sexy body or my mother as a person.

I spent a day in a daze. When I got home from school in the afternoon, there was no one at home. I was a little panicked. Could it be that my mother ran away from home again because of what happened last night?

After waiting for about half an hour, my mother still didn’t come home, and I felt a little uneasy. Just when I picked up the phone and hesitated whether to make a call, the door rang and my mother came back. She was wearing a suit skirt, flesh-colored pantyhose and black high heels. In addition to the bag on her shoulder, she also had a bulging paper bag in her arms. I was surprised and happy, and greeted her timidly. My mother glanced at me, put the paper bag on the shoe cabinet, bent down to change her shoes, and asked expressionlessly: “What are you doing standing at the door?”

“Waiting for you to come back.”

My mother ignored me, went back to the room to change clothes, went to the kitchen for a walk, and complained dissatisfiedly: “You don’t know how to cook when you come back, you just eat.”

“Well...” I didn’t know how to respond. My eyes stared at my mother’s body, and my heart was in a mess. She usually wore a uniform and stockings when she came back, but today she changed into home clothes. What does this mean?

Mom started to prepare dinner in the kitchen. I hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to walk behind her and said sincerely: “Mom, I’m sorry.”

Mom ignored me. I felt very sad and said again: “Mom, I really...”

“Okay, stop talking.” Mom suddenly interrupted me: “Go back to the room.”

“Then you ... are not angry anymore?” I asked tentatively.

“What’s the use of me being angry?” Mom sighed helplessly.

“Then ... then...” I thought for a while and said, “If it really doesn’t work, you can just beat me up.”

My mother stopped abruptly after hearing this, and was silent for a moment. She reached out and picked up a spoon for scooping rice, swung it in the air, and turned back to me and said, “Come on, stretch your head over here.”

I was startled and instinctively took a half step back and asked, “What are you ... doing?”

My mother stared at me and said expressionlessly, “Don’t you want me to beat you up? I’ll satisfy you, stretch your head over here.”

I stared at the spoon in my mother’s hand, touched my head involuntarily, and smiled awkwardly, “This is a bit too cruel.”

My mother suddenly got angry, swung the spoon and hit it hard on the chopping board, and shouted loudly, “Why don’t you go back to the house!”

I shuddered and didn’t dare to stay any longer, so I ran back to the bedroom. Sitting at the desk, I was a little confused. Was my mother really angry just now, or was she deliberately scaring me?

While eating, I was quietly observing my mother. There was no expression on her face, and I didn’t know what she was thinking. After dinner, my mother came to my room with the bulging paper bag. After opening it, there was a pile of mock test papers. She put it in front of me and said to me: “This is the test paper I asked my friend to find for you. Do it.” I flipped through it and couldn’t help saying: “In addition to doctors, your friends also know many teachers.” My mother reached out and patted me on the head: “You are the one who talks too much nonsense.” I touched my head and didn’t dare to say anything more. My mother sat down next to me and said, “I thought about it carefully. I took the wrong route a few days ago. I shouldn’t have indulged you so much.” I looked at my mother and asked, “What do you mean?” “I thought that as long as I helped relieve some of the psychological pressure, you would study with peace of mind. I was wrong. Your heart is not on studying at all. The more you indulge you, the more you will push yourself.” “I didn’t push yourself...” I was halfway through my words, and seeing my mother looking at me with a cold expression, I quickly changed my words: “Yes! I was a little pushy. But that’s because I’m anxious. I want to cure my illness as soon as possible and devote myself to studying.” “Okay, stop it. I won’t believe anything you say now. You should concentrate on studying now and don’t think about anything else.” “Then ... how can I cure my illness?” “Treat it as it should be treated. Listen to the doctor. Whatever the doctor says is what it is.” “Oh.” I bowed my head and responded. From what my mother said, I guess there won’t be any welfare treatment in the future. I feel cold in my heart and regret my reckless behavior yesterday.

Why can’t I keep my temper?

“From now on, don’t think of those evil things to me. I’m your mother and you’re my son! Do you understand?”

My mother scolded me harshly, and when she saw me bowing my head and not saying anything, she continued: “I’ve signed you up for a tutoring class. Starting tomorrow, you will go to the tutoring class every day after school.”

“Ah?”

“Ah what? Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Okay, review by yourself. Do all these papers.” After a stern warning, my mother got up and left my bedroom, leaving me alone, scratching my head.

I had no choice but to obey my mother’s orders and go to the tutoring class after school. It was my fault that I was too hasty, which alarmed my mother and aroused her disgust and vigilance. Alas~! It’s too late to say anything now.

I know that my mother is extremely distrustful of me now. If I want to eliminate her doubts, I must prove my repentance with actions, work harder in my studies, and strive to get a good ranking in the exam. Only in this way can I please my mother.

For this goal, I started studying hard again, temporarily forgetting the pain of impotence, and studying hard day and night. God will not let down those who work hard. In the test half a month later, I actually got the third place in the class, especially in English, which improved significantly.

When I brought the report card home, although my mother still had a cold face, she could not hide her joy. She snorted: “The effect of the tutoring class is quite obvious. The grades have improved all of a sudden.” I lowered my head and said: “In fact, it is all because of my mother’s good tutoring, so my English grades have improved so quickly.” “Okay, stop flattering me.” I laughed and said: “Why should I flatter you? To be honest, your teaching level is first-class, comparable to professional high school teachers.” It’s rare to see my mother in a good mood recently, so I am naturally very happy in my heart. I rushed to help my mother in the kitchen. After working for a few times, I refused to go out, so my mother let me help on the side. While I was working, I told some jokes and tried my best to make my mother happy. For a while, it seemed that I had returned to those days when mothers were loving and sons were filial. Just as my mother and son worked together to make dinner and were ready to eat, my cell phone suddenly rang. I looked at the number and it turned out to be my father calling. After the phone was connected, I called my dad first, and he answered, then asked me in a low voice: “Is your mom around?”