Chapter 29 Chapter 9: Mother on Mind (1)

Chapter 9: Mother on Mind (1) Qin Lei is on duty in the hospital tonight, and my son and I are left at home. My son was quietly doing his homework in his own room next door—actually I don’t know if he is doing his homework, he is always used to locking himself up tightly in his own small space.My colleague Xiaolin always likes to make cereal, coffee, noodles, etc. for her son while he is doing his homework, and then bring him to eat in the room-she said she uses this method to know that her son is really doing his homework , otherwise you are welcome.Xiaolin's grades at work are mediocre, but she is extremely talented in her son. Many of her methods of managing housekeeping left me dumbfounded.

It has been a week since my son ran away from home last time.He finished the last two days of exams and the Chinese and physics make-up exams, and everything seemed to have returned to calm, so calm that I had the illusion that nothing had happened.Now, I am sitting on the edge of the bed, turning on the bedside lamp and the TV, and folding the washed and dried clothes one by one—looking around the walls, a sense of familiar intimacy reappears in my heart: this is I have lived in the home for twenty years, and everything here has been carefully arranged and organized by me. I really don't know what else in this world is worthy of my care and admiration other than this home.Such thoughts have been popping up in my mind more and more recently—I wonder if I have been constrained by my family, and have forgotten the splendor and endless possibilities of the outside world. And began to rapidly become boring and aging.

I carefully examine each piece of clothing that passes through my hands.The clean clothes exude a fragrance of "Omo" washing powder, giving people a comfortable feeling.Now I'm folding a tablecloth - I bought it after I gave birth to Qin Yu, and the pattern is a fine and delicate light red Chaoyang grid.We are very careful with our household items. The tablecloths we bought for so long have not seen any obvious damage, and the color is still bright.I like this tablecloth very much. I once told Qin Yu that it was one of the smartest things I bought; he laughed at my mother-in-law, but sometimes I took it to wash, and he would ask attentively when eating: Where is the tablecloth? ?I know, he likes this tablecloth very much too.

This shirt belongs to Qin Lei.I remember that on my birthday last year, he insisted on buying me a set of clothes, so I had no choice but to go to the street with him; after a day of shopping, my waist was sore and my back ached, but I didn’t see a suit that I liked—afterwards, I passed by a store, The sale of discounted goods was in full swing inside. As soon as I walked in, I took a fancy to this shirt for him, and paid for it after comparing it with him.I was very proud of buying this shirt, but Qin Lei insisted that it was using "price reduction" to create the illusion of "cheapness", but it was actually not cheap - I took him home while he was muttering, I said don't be annoying, this dress looks good on you.It was a water-blue shirt. He wore it, and he put on a white coat when he was in the hospital. He was really tall and tall.One day Xiao Lin said: Yu Wen, Doctor Qin's shirt is very beautiful!I said: Hey, I bought it.She exclaimed: Where did you buy it?You really have the ability to dress up your husband so beautifully.As for Xiao Lin, it's not good for people to answer what he says, and it's not good for him not to answer.

When I bought this pair of socks for Qin Yu, I was keen on buying socks.There was a time when I loved buying dishes; another time when I saw a cotton sweater and couldn’t resist looking at it—and back then, I just loved buying socks by the pair.Qin Yu wears socks made of cotton yarn. When I wash them, I always add some softener to them. After drying, they are as soft as new ones and feel very comfortable to the touch.The socks I bought for my son are all bright pure white, because I think it’s good for a young man to wear pure white socks, and he can gradually wear elegant light gray or navy blue socks in the future—but his sweaty feet make the white socks turn yellow.

The clothes of my family pass through my hands one by one every day.I like this period of time the most: After dinner, there is nothing to be busy, turn on the TV, sit on the bedside and fold the clothes, let my fingers touch every crease that is familiar to my heart-I have this almost trivial habit , I vaguely feel that I can feel at ease only when my family members wear the clothes I have touched and arranged.In fact, I don't think this is a good phenomenon, especially recently, I have found myself more and more enthusiastic about folding clothes.My attachment to my husband and son suddenly increased, and I hoped that the warmth of my fingers would remain on the clothes I folded, and my son who didn't look like me at all would notice that he was wearing the clothes I folded.

I am ashamed at the absurdity of my thinking, but I can't help thinking about it. I really want to convince myself now that this home is still the same as the previous home-but, it's impossible.I looked at everything in the house and felt strange. Since the last time he came back from school, his son no longer had the angry look of being wronged as he did a few days ago, and he was often a little carefree, but he was always in a trance.Sometimes he stayed in the bathroom for a long time, and when I went to see him, I saw him stuffing his toothbrush in his mouth, foaming at his mouth in a daze; sometimes, after returning home, he changed his shoes at the door and took off his sneakers, but He actually put on those sneakers again and walked straight in; sometimes, when the family was eating together, he would suddenly stop chopsticks, look up at the air, and change his eyes uneasily from one place to another, as if in a Find someone the same.I tried to tell Qin Lei about this, but he immediately said: I don't know.I am also a little dazed by my son now, and feel as if there is another person in the family.Oh, what a ridiculous idea!I am already in my forties, why am I still in such a mess... However, sometimes I really believe that there is a person who is accompanying Qin Yu, following in and out.