Chapter 2

I stayed in the room alone. My mood had fallen to the bottom. Was my parents’ divorce just an accident or a common problem among rich people? It was inevitable. I began to think about my parents’ relationship. Are they really as good as I saw before, or is it just an illusion? Just because of a photo and some rumors, my father believed that my mother had cheated. It can be seen that his trust in my mother has been worn out over time.

If two people can get to the point of divorce, it must be because there is no love. Once the lubricant that maintains the family is gone, it is easy to understand the separation. I wish I was born in an extremely ordinary family. My father has been working for his career for many years, and he and my mother are rarely together. My mother can only focus on me. When I grow up, my mother has passed her best years.

If my mother is just an ordinary woman and my father is just an ordinary office worker, then even if the family does not have much money, as long as the family is safe and sound, it can be considered happy.

Lying on the bed, the joy I felt when I met Sophia in the afternoon has disappeared. I hold a family photo in my hand, with my father on the left and my mother on the right, and I stand in the middle with a happy smile on my face. This was taken when my parents took me to Sanya for a trip during the summer vacation two years ago. I was only sixteen years old that year. A young boy acted as a light bulb for my parents. Looking at the loving appearance of my parents in the photo, everything seems to be yesterday, but when I think of them still in the living room, I know that everything may be changed.

If they really get divorced in the end, I will have my own plans. Thinking of Sophia’s desire to study abroad, I opened my phone and searched for study abroad information.

The best university in Canada is the University of Toronto, which has always been the top university in Canada. It was founded in 1827 and is located in Toronto, Canada’s largest city. It originated from King’s College in 1827. After nearly two hundred years of vigorous development and the academic spirit of rigorous knowledge, it has become a world-class public research university, and is also recognized as Canada’s top higher education institution in terms of comprehensive strength. As one of the few remaining college federal universities in North America, in addition to the conventional structure, there are as many as 12 subordinate undergraduate colleges, each with different histories and characteristics, and a large degree of independent financial and management rights...

After a round of research, basically going to study in English-speaking countries such as the United States, Britain, and Canada requires TOEFL or IELTS scores, and the scores generally need to be above 6.0. As for the age requirement, international students are generally required to be over 18 years old. Secondly, the academic requirements, applicants for undergraduate studies must have a high school degree, and the average score of all high school subjects must be above 80 points.

This part belongs to the admission requirements. From the perspective of the cost of studying abroad, the tuition and living expenses for one year of studying abroad are generally not low. Just when I wanted to check the specific costs, my mother knocked on the door and called me to eat.

I was so busy staring at my phone that I forgot that it was already evening. I left my phone behind, went out to wash my hands and came to the restaurant. My mother was still busy with the last dish in the kitchen, but my father and aunt were nowhere to be found. It seemed that my father would not come back for dinner.

On the table was a dish of garlic fried pork and okra fried eggs that I liked. My mother’s back was still busy in the kitchen. Looking at her slightly thin figure, she was frying with a spatula in one hand and preparing to take the dish out of the pot with a plate in the other hand. She raised her hand but couldn’t put down her chopsticks to eat first. My mind was full of scenes of my mother’s love. As the saying goes, a child is the apple of the mother’s eye. My mother regards me as more important than herself. She never leaves me at home to buy those unnutritious takeaways. If she sees me eating instant noodles, she will scold me. Thanks to my mother’s careful care, I have grown tall and strong. Now I am a head taller than my mother who is 1.7 meters tall.

I love my mother very much. She is the symbol of family in my mind. If she is sad, the family will be full of clouds. If she collapses, the family will fall apart. She is such a proud person, but she can be content with being ordinary, all for me, so that her son can have a good growth environment. I really feel lucky to be her son.

Putting down the chopsticks, I went into the kitchen as if possessed by a ghost. I saw my mother with her back to me, concentrating on making smooth meat soup. I couldn’t help but look at my mother’s back, her soft curves, her perky buttocks, her long black hair tied up behind her head, her slim dress couldn’t hide her enchanting figure, and the apron ties outlined her slender waist ... I got shamefully hard as I looked at her.

In terms of temperament and appearance, my mother’s beauty is definitely not inferior to any young girl nowadays. If I could have sex with a woman like her, it would be a blessing in eight lifetimes. Unfortunately, this was not a son’s idea. I quickly shook my head, drove away some strange thoughts in my mind, and then walked behind her and said to my mother, “Mom, do you need help?”

My mother didn’t expect me to suddenly appear behind her. Usually I waited for the dishes to be served, but today I thought of going into the kitchen. Her body trembled obviously. When she turned around and saw me standing there motionless, she couldn’t help but scolded me, “I’m almost done, you kid, there’s oil smoke here, you go out and eat first.”

She wanted to drive me out as she said that. In my mother’s concept, the kitchen matters were done by her mother, and she never let me worry about food, so I felt that my mother was better, so I leaned against the door and murmured to her mother, “I want to wait for my mother.”

Busy boiling the pot and adding seasonings, my mother didn’t respond to me again, but I vaguely heard her muttering in a low voice, “This child, what’s wrong with you today...”

After putting the seasonings, my mother began to turn off the fire, and then put the hot pot into a large porcelain basin. The whole process was smooth, showing my mother’s ability as a housewife.

Then my mother bent down to serve the delicious food on the table. The food that had just come out of the pot should be very hot. My mother had been busy for a long time. I felt a little pity for her and took it without saying anything. Then I said to her with a smile, “Mom, the bowl is hot, let me do it.”

It was indeed a little hot in my hand, but I felt warm in my heart. I walked out of the kitchen in two steps. My mother untied her apron and followed me out. Looking at my tall back, her mouth was filled with a trace of happiness. “My son has grown up and knows how to love his mother.”

“Isn’t that what a son should do...” I put down the soup bowl and wiped my hands. Then I stretched out my hands to support my mother’s shoulders and let her sit down. My mother was also very obedient and sat next to me as I said.

“Mom, sit down. I’ll help you serve the rice.” Then I went back to the kitchen and got a pair of chopsticks and a bowl for my mother. My mother didn’t eat much, so I only put half a bowl in when I lifted the rice spoon.

“Ding ding ding ... Here, dearest mother.” As if to ease the atmosphere in the afternoon, I acted more naughty in front of my mother.

“You are so naughty...” My mother rolled her eyes at me, but still took it with a smile.

“The dishes made by my mother are so delicious, I can never eat enough...” She smacked her lips, feeling that the food couldn’t stop her mouth.

“Then eat more.” A trace of gloom flashed in my mother’s eyes, as if she realized that there would be fewer such opportunities after the college entrance examination. She still treated me like a child and kept picking up food for me.

I saw that there was already a small bowl of food in front of me, but my mother hadn’t eaten a few bites yet, so I couldn’t help reminding her, “Mom, you eat too.” After that, she started eating with big mouthfuls, without caring about her image at the table.

My mother is a woman who pays attention to elegance and can be intellectual. She often teaches me this. I can be polite outside, but at home, especially in front of my mother, I just can’t be polite. I always act like a child without restraint, which makes my mother remind me, “Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch the food from you...”

“Hehe...” I raised my head and couldn’t help but giggle, but my mother reached out and wiped the rice grains on the edge of my mouth, and her clear eyes were full of maternal love.

The meal was quickly swept away in the atmosphere of motherly love and filial piety, of course most of it fell into my stomach. Mom got up to clean up the dishes, but I once again supported her soft and boneless shoulders and pulled her to sit on the sofa.

“Mom, take a rest for a while, I will wash the dishes today.” I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV for her.

Seeing that I acted like a little adult, my mother smiled and said, “Can you do it? Let me do it...”

She wanted to get up as she said that, but I held her shoulders. In this position, she was half-sitting while I was standing. For a moment, facing her tall and broad son, my mother seemed like a child. She couldn’t resist me and sat down. I said to my mother in a courteous manner, “Usually, it’s always my mother who goes into the kitchen. Today I want to experience my mother’s hard work and do more for her.”

I had said that, and my mother was no longer shy. She was happy to be free for a while. She returned to the sofa and started to search for channels with the remote control. After entering the kitchen, I began to imitate my mother’s usual behavior, washing pots and dishes, wiping the cutting board and table ... Although it was not a difficult job, it still took some time and I sweated a little. I felt my mother’s hard work and the greatness of her love.

I washed and sorted the things in the kitchen, and I was very satisfied with this small achievement. Finally, I washed my hands and went out. When my mother saw me coming out, she patted the seat next to her and motioned me to sit next to her and watch TV with her.

The TV was playing a program on the music channel. My mother usually doesn’t like to watch those idol dramas, thinking that the plots are too fake and superficial, or marketing talent shows, which are all for traffic and IQ tax, and my mother certainly doesn’t like them very much.

She always has her own set of values ​​and aesthetics. She usually watches some health or travel programs, and of course she can still be a little interested in this kind of grassroots programs. The level of grassroots singers on the stage is actually very average, but they dare to challenge and are optimistic about life, which is what attracts people.

One thing that must be mentioned here is that my mother is actually a person with rich musical cells. She studied in the music department in her early years at school. Not only does she play the piano well, but her singing voice is also very beautiful. Because I am her son, I have the honor to appreciate my mother’s singing.

The program was not long and it was over soon. My mother pressed the power button on the remote control to turn off the TV. After being in a daze for a while, I tried to stretch my body with my hands raised high. This action was very common, but the air was filled with her rich orchid fragrance.

Today, my mother was wearing a white floral dress. Because she was at home, she opened a button on the collar of her top, revealing a touch of white skin. From the center of her neck down, a mysterious cleavage was slightly exposed on her chest, beautiful but not erotic. Because she was sitting, the hem of her skirt could only cover ten centimeters above her knees, so a section of her snow-white thighs was exposed under the skirt. My mother sat elegantly with her legs slightly together. In addition to attracting people’s attention, there was nothing inappropriate about her lower body.

Through the dress, the smell of my mother was very good. It was not the simple perfume of ordinary women, but the kind of daughter’s fragrance that really came from women, and it was easy to be intoxicated if you smelled it too much. When I was a child, I liked to push against my mother to smell this smell. But later, after I understood the difference between men and women, I began to gradually reduce these actions, but I had no resistance to the mature smell of my mother in my heart.

“Do you have anything to say to mom?” Mom saw me staring at her blankly, probably thinking I was thinking about something. But think about it, my parents just had a conflict, and such a big thing happened. As the only son in the family, if I don’t have anything to say, then I’m really heartless.

My heart softened as soon as mom opened her mouth. I didn’t help her speak up in the afternoon, which was really wrong. Even if that aunt is also an elder, she can’t interfere in my family like this. I actually let her bully mom without saying anything. Thinking about how sad mom must have been in the afternoon, I really wanted to say a few words for mom, but thousands of words turned into a simple sentence when they came to my lips, “Thank you mom.”

“Little fool, I’m your mother, what are you thanking me for...” Maybe my expression moved her very much, and what I said was serious, which made mom’s maternal instinct flow. She turned around and climbed a jade hand to my head, gently rubbing my hair.