Chapter 8 Seven, mother's words

After sending the police and Iwamura-sensei to the entrance, I followed the three of them out of the house.I inadvertently found that my mother was standing in the dark on the left, leaning against the wall, motionless, staring at me. "Oh, ma'am, you are here. Excuse me today." Iwamura-sensei, who had already walked down the steps, turned around and greeted my mother.Officer Guwei slammed on the brakes as if he was about to fall, and turned around to salute. "Thank you, thank you. I've troubled you. We're going back now.—Your son must be very upset. Tell him something to cheer him up."

Mom didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.Officer Tanwei tilted his head, and exchanged glances with Officer Zhuli.The three walked out of the hallway.I stood on the steps and watched them go. "You lied again." It was still the same indifferent voice without cadence.I looked up at my mother in bewilderment. "I've heard it all here. It's all lies about Mr. S being hanged. You're making up nonsense to deceive mom again." "No, really not! Mr. S's body really disappeared!" If mom really heard our conversation just now, she should understand.

"I really found excrement and traces of rope at the scene - didn't the policeman say the same!" "You did those things, right? You did it on purpose to make others think Mr. S was indeed hanged!" "How would I do that? Why would I do that? I really—" "You are not trustworthy at all!" Mom raised her right hand high, and I felt stiff all over.Mom's palm slammed heavily against the wall. "Mom will never believe what you say no matter what!" Mom's voice trembled. "You are always lying. You are always making trouble for others..."

Having said that, my mother suddenly fell silent.After a while, he lowered his voice and continued: "Do you want me to tell the truth? When my mother heard about Mr. S from the teacher, she thought, in fact, are you □□□□?" My mother's last words vibrated wildly in my ears, and then fell apart into pieces.This sentence had such an impact on me.I vehemently rejected it from the bottom of my heart.I don't know when it started, but I have regarded this rejection as a method of self-protection.Not on purpose, but I have become able to actively reject words that would hurt me.If I didn't have this ability, I'm afraid I would have been ruined in this family.

Mom finally walked down the steps slowly. Looking at my mother's back in a daze, I thought, there must be something wrong in this world.This idea is always in my heart.