Chapter 5: Talking with my mother

Although I was also wronged, no one believed me. My mother held my head and bowed to apologize together. With the mediation of the police from the police station, the young woman finally agreed to reconcile.

After leaving the police station, I thought my mother would beat me up, but after getting in the car, she lay on the steering wheel, looking very tired. If she scolded me and beat me, I could accept it, after all, I was used to it. But seeing her like this now, I felt a little guilty.

I gently put my hand on my mother’s shoulder and whispered, “Mom, don’t be angry. Listen to my explanation.”

“Don’t touch me!” My mother shouted angrily and shook her shoulder hard, trying to shake my hand off.

I saw that she was angry, so I didn’t dare to say anything more and could only sit aside carefully. After a long time, my mother finally raised her head and sighed: “Xiaodong, what do you think I should do with you?”

I said aggrievedly: “Mom, I am really wronged. I was really framed.”

“Who framed you?”

“A little girl, I think she is the daughter of my dad’s colleague.”

“The daughter of your dad’s colleague?” Mom frowned: “Why did she frame you?”

“How should I know? Maybe she saw that I am too handsome.”

“You are talking nonsense!”

“Mom, why can’t you believe me?”

Mom said angrily: “I am also surprised, why can’t you let me believe you?”

“I...” I was speechless for a moment. Yes, I also wondered when I became such a dishonest person in my mother’s heart.

After a moment of silence, my mother said, “Don’t blame others for not believing you. Think about what you did. If you were me, would you believe yourself?”

“I ... what’s wrong with me?”

“Ling Xiaodong, don’t think I don’t know what you did secretly. I didn’t tell you everything because I wanted to save your face. Do you really think your mother is a fool?” My mother glared at me and said, “Did you understand what I said to you that day?”

“I understand, I understand.” I frowned and nodded vigorously.

“You know what’s going on, but you’re still causing trouble for me! The oath you made to me that day was all bullshit!”

“I ... I’m really innocent. I really didn’t do anything. If you don’t believe me, go back and see dad later and ask him to prove it to me.”

“No matter whether you’re innocent or not, you called me to the police station after all, and I’m embarrassed with you.”

I thought about it, and it was indeed true. With my mother’s strong personality, it was embarrassing to bow and apologize to people in the police station.

My mother started the car and was silent all the way, without saying another word. When I got home, she didn’t punish me or scold me. With a bang, she locked herself in the bedroom and didn’t even get up to cook dinner. It seems that this time she was really hurt.

After my father came back, I angrily told him what happened today, wanting him to bring the colleague’s daughter over to clear my grievances. After hearing this, my dad was a little surprised and asked, “Did she come to you?”

“Yes, more than once.” I gritted my teeth and asked, “Who is she? She framed me like this.”

My dad was stunned for a while, then he began to search his pockets in a panic, and finally took out a few ten-yuan bills, stuffed them into my hands, stared at me and said, “Didn’t you say that you didn’t have enough pocket money? This is the change for buying cigarettes. Take it first. If it’s not enough, Dad will give it to you another day. If that girl comes to you again in the future, you must ignore her. Also, don’t let your mother know about this.”

My dad’s reaction was beyond my expectation. There must be something fishy. Could it be that the girl was really his mistress outside? But even so, why did she come to provoke me for no reason?

I couldn’t figure it out, but my dad gave me many instructions, coercion and inducement, and finally made me speechless and unable to say anything.

At night, I was awakened by the urge to urinate, so I got up to go to the toilet. After opening the door, I vaguely heard some rustling voices. I listened carefully and found that it was coming from the balcony. It seemed that my mother was calling.

Why is she still not sleeping so late, talking on the phone? You don’t need to guess who she is talking to.

I instinctively felt that the call was related to me, so I tiptoed over.

In the moonlight, I could vaguely see that my mother was wearing violet silk pajamas, curled up on a lazy sofa surrounded by green potted plants, with her head tilted, holding the mobile phone between her shoulder and cheek, her long hair hanging down, covering half of her face, holding a delicate little brush in her hand, and casually painting nail polish on her feet.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on my mother through the glass window, as if she was covered with a thin layer of silver gauze. The exposed white skin was like exquisite porcelain, delicate and smooth, as if emitting a holy light, as if in an oil painting, beautiful as a dream, and I actually felt a little heartbeat accelerated.

Because my footsteps were very light, my mother didn’t notice it, and sighed and said: “I understand what you said, I beat him and scolded him, he is really naughty, I don’t know what to do with him now.”

From the meaning of this, it seems that it is indeed my business. I temporarily forgot about going to the toilet, and hid in the corner curiously, wanting to hear what they were talking about.

I only heard my mother whispering, “I know he is in adolescence now, and I also know that adolescent boys are shy, so I have given him enough face. Some time ago, he had a wet dream at night and stained his pants. I don’t know if he didn’t dare to let me know or was embarrassed, so he secretly hid his pants. Later, when I was looking for something, I found it for him ... No, I was just afraid that he would be embarrassed, so I stuffed it back for him.” My face was hot, and I blamed my mother in my heart, why did she tell everyone everything. Then I thought again, it turned out that the hidden pajamas had been discovered by my mother a long time ago. “I am now afraid that he will go out and cause trouble for me, just like today’s incident, no one has pursued it, if it is someone who is more serious, and in anger, he went to school, or posted it on the Internet, then his life would be over ... Nonsense, I am his mother, if I don’t worry about it, who will worry about it, you worry about it.” I was a little touched in my heart, and felt a little guilty. Although my mother has beaten me a lot since I was a child, she has really worked hard for my affairs. “I know he’s a troublemaker, but I’ve already given birth to him, what else can I do? Can I just throw him away? Then I’ll give it to you, do you want it?”

The feeling of being touched just now disappeared in an instant, it seems that my mother has a deep resentment towards me.

“What do you mean I didn’t educate her well ... What do you mean my son seduced your daughter, do you think Yiyi is a blank slate? The Internet is so developed now, they know everything ... Didn’t we discuss becoming in-laws, why are you blaming me alone?”

From her tone, it doesn’t sound like they are arguing, but more like joking.

“I have already separated them, what else do you want me to do? I am worried now, I don’t know what to do with him. I have been thinking about it all day today, and I plan to take him to see a psychologist when I have time ... I am really not kidding ... I know that adolescent boys have physical needs, so we have already separated them ... It’s easy for you to say that, you have never raised a son, you don’t know ... Hey, I want to tell you something, you have to keep it secret, don’t tell anyone else.”

Mom suddenly lowered her voice and whispered: “Xiaodong stole my stockings, that ... Don’t pretend, that’s it.”

I feel hot all over now, mom is really, why do you tell people about this kind of thing, your son is not a face. However, as I guessed, mom did know it a long time ago.

“You are the one who has a mother complex!” Mom said half-jokingly: “You are his future mother-in-law, and you are half his mother. Does he have a mother complex?”

Aunt Rong’s figure suddenly appeared in my mind. She was cold and serious all day long, and there was no sense of closeness. I couldn’t hide from her, so how could I dare to have a mother complex?

“It’s like that. He is not a mother complex. He is a socks complex, a stocking complex.”

In fact, I am a little confused now. I used to know that I was simply obsessed with stockings, but recently I seem to pay more and more attention to my mother. Even when she is not wearing stockings, I will inexplicably have impulses. This is what I fear the most.

“Really, the magazines I found under his mattress before were all about stockings. That’s why I want to take him to see a psychologist. Now I don’t dare to wear stockings at home.”

So that’s why my mother has become more and more conservative in her dressing recently. Although it is late autumn now, we are located in the south, and it is spring all year round. Even in winter, there are many beautiful women wearing stockings or even bare legs on the street.

“Oh, I’m really worried now. I’m afraid that he will go out and steal other people’s stockings, or secretly touch other people’s thighs ... You are the pervert ... I know, I know, I’m trying to stop him from becoming a pervert.

I didn’t find that he had this problem before. I always felt that it was only after he was not allowed to associate with Yiyi that he developed this problem, so I wanted to take him to see a psychologist.”

I smiled bitterly in my heart. Come on, in the eyes of the two mothers, I have become a pervert.

“It’s better to guide than to block? What kind of guidance method is that? ... Nonsense, why don’t you give your stockings to my son ... Don’t laugh, your stockings are smelly, and my son doesn’t even need them.”

Aunt Rong always wears a police uniform, and I don’t seem to have seen her wearing stockings or pantyhose. What would Aunt Rong look like in stockings? I couldn’t help but imagine it in my mind.

“Do you really think this will work? What if it gets worse ... I know, I’m afraid it will affect his college entrance exam, otherwise I would have beaten him with a stick ... That’s what I mean, at least let’s get through the college entrance exam first, and then with Yiyi by his side, it might be better.”

It seems that my mother was just talking in anger that day, and she didn’t really want to break us up with one blow.

“What do you mean, you don’t recognize this son-in-law? You have to recognize him even if you don’t want to ... Don’t talk to me about these useless things, when the time comes, I will throw him to your house and make him your son-in-law, you have to recognize him even if you don’t want to.”

Usually, she only blames me for being stupid, but when my mother acts like a rogue, that’s really unreasonable.

“I’m worried about what to do now. What if he dares to ... touch someone’s thigh on the bus this time? Will he ... do something dirty to me next time? If it gets worse, I’ll have to make trouble for you ... I think it’s better to let him get back together with Yiyi ... What do you mean by pushing your daughter into the fire pit? What do you think of our Xiaodong ... Okay, okay, I’ll think about it. I have to go to work tomorrow. Let’s talk about it later.” I heard my mother was about to hang up the phone. I was afraid that she would find out that I was eavesdropping, so I tiptoed back to the bedroom and didn’t even bother to go to the bathroom.

The next day, I was thinking about what Aunt Rong had given my mother, and I had no intention of studying. I went home on time after school and found my mother’s high heels. I called out, but there was no response.

I walked around the room and didn’t see anyone, so I put down my schoolbag and prepared to go to the bathroom first. Just as I was about to enter the bathroom, I saw my mother standing in front of the washing machine, with her hands on the laundry basket. One of her hands was tightly holding a few pairs of unopened new stockings, her brows were furrowed, as if she was struggling with something.

I was a little puzzled. What was my mother thinking about so much that she didn’t hear me calling her just now. Just as I was about to say hello, I saw my mother unpacking the stockings in her hand one by one, rubbing them, and throwing them all into the laundry basket.

I was confused and wondered what she was doing?

My mother bit her lower lip, stared at the stockings in the laundry basket for a while, took them all out, froze for a moment, and put them back. She did this over and over again, taking and putting the stockings back and forth for several times. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind, threw the stockings into the basket, and turned to leave. As a result, she saw me standing outside against the wall. She was so scared that she almost jumped up, stroking her chest, and panting: “You dead child, you are born in the year of the cat, you didn’t make any noise. You came back without saying a word, I was scared to death!”

I said innocently: “I greeted you, you didn’t hear it.”

Mom looked back at the stockings in the laundry basket, and then said to me with a serious expression: “Although I didn’t count the stockings that Mom changed, you are not allowed to steal them again.”

“Ah?” I looked at her blankly.

“Ah what! You are not far from going to jail, do you know? You are still? You really pissed me off.” Mom glared at me, then muttered back to the bedroom.

I frowned, confused, thinking back to the scene just now, I always felt that Mom was a little different from usual, that flustered look ... was actually a little cute.

Wow~! She actually used the word cute to describe my mom, how horrible.

As for what she said just now, there was no count of the stockings she had just unpacked, but I couldn’t steal them anymore. These were clearly new stockings that she had just unpacked, and why did she emphasize that she didn’t count them, as if she was deliberately reminding me, so did she want me to steal them or not?

I crossed my arms, tilted my head, and stared at the stockings in the basket with my eyebrows locked. Although I am obsessed with stockings, I have no interest in these new stockings that have just been unpacked. If they were the original stockings that my mom had taken off, I would be a little interested.

Wait!

Could my mom be fishing? Deliberately tempting me to steal her stockings, then beat me up, and then take me to see a psychologist?

But that didn’t make sense. When she talked to Aunt Rong on the phone yesterday, she said clearly that she was holding back from beating me to death because she was afraid that it would affect my college entrance examination. If she wanted to beat me, she would have beaten me a long time ago, and there was no need to go around in such a big circle.

By the way, she said that it is better to loosen than to block. Is it because she is afraid that I will get into trouble, so she turns a blind eye to me and lets me take care of my physiological needs at home?

Uh ... Even if that’s the case, my mother is too cunning. She has to put enough bait to fish. Does she really think I’m stupid and can’t tell the difference between the original stockings and the new stockings?

I hooked a piece of flesh stockings with my little finger, smiled contemptuously, and threw it back. As soon as I turned around, I saw my mother standing against the wall outside, looking at me expressionlessly. I was startled and stroked my chest and said, “Mom, what are you doing? Didn’t you go back to the house? I was scared to death.”