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Chapter 49 Pen and Paper

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    My mother is a teacher, and it should be because she deals with middle school students all day long, she has always been a lively and cheerful type.  Pick up your skin, don't want it.

    When I was in elementary school, I lived in an old house in the Republic of China next to the school.  The old house has a large back garden, and the flowers and trees are all old.  It looks lush and lush during the day, but at night the huge tree canopies and dense shrubs look a little scary.

    My mother came back late from get off work, and went to the backyard to collect the clothes that had been dried in the morning, and usually took me with her.

    The euphemistic name is walking to eliminate food, but in fact it is to strengthen one's courage.

    After putting away his clothes, he went back along the dark path.  On the high wall to the side, the shadows of flowers, trees and vines swayed.

    My mother started singing, talking and laughing with me from time to time, so I don't feel so scared.

    Who would have thought that suddenly, she would stop singing.  Then she ran away, the sound of high heels slapping, echoing in the backyard, echoing faintly.

    My cold sweat came down at that time, and I ran away, probably because my legs were weak, I couldn't catch up with her, and no matter how much I called, she ignored me.

    Along the way, all kinds of terrible and specific images appeared in my mind, those of the east and the west, those of the sky and the earth, those of the ancient and modern times and all of them followed tirelessly

    When I finally ran upstairs, I was out of breath, "Mom what did you see"

    The mother hugged a pile of clothes, suppressed a smile, and stared at me in surprise, "Why are you running so fast? Why is your face so ugly? I just want to run for two steps to stretch my muscles"

    Writing all kinds of messages is also the way mothers put on their daily skin.

    Every day when I come back from school, if she hasn't left work, I can always find all kinds of message notes at the door, refrigerator, and kitchen table.

    ?As a mathematics teacher, she has no shortage of literary talent, artistic sense and sense of humor.

    ? For example, which layer of sesame noodles is in the refrigerator, although it is delicious, pay attention to eating

    The freshly mixed strawberry yogurt is on the kitchen table, don't lick the plate until there is nothing left, it makes me think it is clean and forget to wash

    Roast chicken can be eaten, but please don't just eat up the skin, leave some decent for others

    Surrounding the message, there are various hand-painted little hearts of love, big eyes with eyelashes to remind attention, flowers and leaves for embellishment very much like the popular handbooks.

    ? Although we don¡¯t live together now, we communicate on WeChat for everything, but I still miss the little pleasures of pen and paper in those years.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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