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Chapter 270 Numbness and Balance

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    The mother's sudden, large-scale speech was like "instilling", and the voice was slightly sharp, which made me gradually lower my face because I felt that I shouldn't argue with my mother.

    At the same time, the mother said every word very clearly.

    Every word, even every stroke and stroke of a word.

    All flowed into my ears with the power of enlightenment.

    I seem to be able to find thousands of them, and the ones I find from their thoughts are, to me, their incompleteness and absurdity under the influence of one-sided emotions.

    But at the same time, I have no way to refute something.

    Because, people reach a certain age.

    As for what your parents say, don't just listen to it.

    Will try not to enter one ear and exit the other as much as possible.

    Because you know the weight of your parents' love, what they say may be illogical to you, or even selfish, but you still have no way to go.

    Judging "love".

    So, I got stuck in an awkward position where I couldn't get my footing and didn't know what to do.

    The mother's expression changed from excitement to depression.

    It's like the ball is deflated.

    The kind of loss that was slowly because I couldn't get a response from me gradually appeared in front of me.

    "do you think so?"

    My mother's voice became a little hoarse because of talking too much, and it was so lazy that it made me uncomfortable to listen to.

    No spirit, no strength at all.

    I don't like this decadent feeling.

    "Even if he really likes mewhat does it matter to me?"

    I still couldn't hold back and said it, but I tried to use a gentle tone and voice as much as possible.

    Although my tone is helpless and bewildered.

    But at the same time, my hand movements couldn't stop completely.

    I need to hide my inner anxiety.

    I really hate arguing with close and familiar people about something that doesn't have a complete answer.

    At this time, my heart seemed to have a few ants crazily entangled, and slowly some vines with thorns surrounded me.

    The whole person is like being pierced with thousands of holes by needles, beyond recognition.

    I am suffocating.

    This feeling is like drowning a person who can't swim, which makes me feel uneasy, uncomfortable, and unprecedented invisible pressure, which comes from the spiritual level.

    Help¡­

    The mother still didn't seem to want to stop, she began to fold her hands on her chest, and she felt that what she just said was very correct.

    She even thought those were the truth.

    Her persistence caused me to have some paranoia that I didn't want to hear or explain.

    Even, knowing that I can't make a big noise with my family, I got a little bored.

    Even when I heard what she said before, I was in a daze for a few seconds.

    Because, I really guessed all the messy processes in my heart correctly.

    But I really can't agree with the latter.

    However, the smile on my mother's face gradually disappeared at this time. She frowned very carefully, and she could see that he was very angry now. Her arms began to slowly lower, and she turned into a dejected look.

    "Your father may not really care, but as a woman, I know too well, I know too well, what kind of feeling does it feel if someone likes you."

    "And if you're still struggling with him, I think you're old enough, I can tell you all about it, don't you really understand what I mean? Why are you arguing with me here?"

    "Aren't I all for your own good?"

    Chinese-style parents are good for you, these three words are simply implemented, every family.

    I feel that all children have heard these three words, and it is countless times.

    But I don¡¯t know why I became a little weak when I heard these three words this time, and I didn¡¯t want to sing a different tune or do some strange actions.

    Rather, it seemed that I was moved by my mother's sentence as a same-sex impression.

    It all went from bad to worse.

    I really don't know what else to say.

    For what she just said.?Started to forget.

    Because all her words are telling me that I can't stay here any longer.

    I can't leave any emotion here.

    Because it's a good place.

    This kind of seemingly contradictory but what he said is very reasonable, love for me.

    My current mood.

    It is really impossible to argue with my mother, even if my mother's remarks are one-sided and funny.

    I saw my mother was about to cry.

    I really have no way to say anything more.

    I can only verbally promise "Okay, okay, I will take care of everything properly, and I won't stay here any longer."

    When my mother heard what I said, she smiled slightly.

    However, seeing the sudden upward arc of the corner of the mouth.

    The smile on my mother's face.

    I suddenly started struggling inside.

    I can't weigh the smile of my mother and the emotions I left behind here, and what happened later that I can't control.

    I have been with the thin monkey, how should I deal with such a deadlock.

    Is it the mother's smile that is important, or my own feelings that are important.

    I seemed to be tied up, and my whole body was a little bit swaying.

    I whispered, "Let's go, go in, don't talk anymore."

    The whole scene is like being in a dark room with no light, and you can still hear frustrated voices coming out of nowhere.

    Screaming, howling, and all kinds of things.

    Mother didn't want me to go straight to the room.

    I wanted to calm down a little outside, so I went in by myself, as if I were a zombie.

    dangling.

    Walked into the room numbly, and sat down.

    Father noticed the look in my eyes.

    Walked out of the house in a panic, I think he must have something to talk to my mother.

    However, at this time, Pepe was laying out and cleaning his toys, and I was in no mood to praise him or share his joy at the moment with him.

    But I didn't want to disturb him, so I turned my back and sat straight on the chair.

    I want to leave some stimulation, or the feeling of strength brought by the limbs.

    I don't know how long I sat in the house until my father suddenly appeared at the door.

    Tell me in his native dialect, "I went back with your mother first." And I can't see any waves on his expression.

    I can only foolishly say goodbye to them.

    It seems that I really let them down on their trip and found a lot of things.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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