I don't even know how to evaluate this hug, because I just stood there like that, and the two of them came up to hug me, and my whole limbs couldn't stretch.
The whole person was folded like a knife.
They are so close together that they can't even breathe at all.
Has been holding me, motionless.
I couldn't even breathe at all, I couldn't breathe at all, it was too uncomfortable.
It was as if there were stones pressing down on my chest, and they hugged me too tightly.
And it has been in my ear, talking non-stop.
"I miss you so much, I really miss you so much, we just went there for a while, and I feel that the whole person is not well."
They kept expressing how much they missed me, but I couldn't say anything, and I kept trying to break free from their embrace.
But they were also indifferent.
Maybe they really missed it too much.
But I also want to say that the intimacy with my parents means that they love me after all.
And they are also deeply true, they really miss me too much during the journey.
After being hugged by them like this.
I became even more nervous.
Although I felt the love from them as soon as they came out.
I feel that what they have never faded for more than 20 years comes from maternal love.
The power that comes from fatherly love.
But I still don't know what to do.
It seems that these "loves" weighed on me even more.
I'm so depressed that I don't know what to do.
I always feel that everything seems to have begun to move towards a new turning point
It's time for a good turning point.
But I don't know how to meet this turning point.
I don't know how to slowly turn this matter into nothingness, which refers to my heart.
In my heart, I want to do this thing well, and I want to completely smooth this matter out.
I want to give it to my parents and have a good chat with them, so I never doubt it myself.
Those sixth senses of mine, my senses, because there might actually be some that I can feel.
What I can touch is that there are real problems, some of their nerves, and thoughts.
But I really seem to have no way to talk to or communicate with them.
It may be true because of my inner senses and my brain's intuition.
I think there are some problems in it, but it leads to some really too tight.
Just like so many network cables tangled together, I didn't know if I was right for a while.
Or is it really wrong.
Even Teacher Chen, they have tried their best to help my parents discuss with me.
But their separation is only based on their love for me.
Because of the heart of parents in the world.
It is a fact that we all know that no one wants to harm their own children.
But I also always feel that the wrong things they did before are still wrong, so I am contradictory.
Very contradictory and at the same time overwhelmed by them.
My whole body is about to collapse, and I feel like I'm about to suffocate here.
"Can you stop hugging? Can you give me a little space?"
"Oh, we hold you just because we are afraid of your apology. Why do you apologize? You must not apologize to us, okay?"
They may really not know how hard they are.
"Okay, don't bother me any more."
At this second, I returned to the rebellious route again, because I was hugged too tightly
And there is no room for negotiation. I just want to communicate with them in an adult way, but they don't know anything, as if they have already forgotten everything.
Don't talk to me again.
I started rearranging again.
"Oh, daughter, we really love you, we really love you in this world.??. "
"You don't need to apologize to us, because we just let you know that the young man is a bit troublesome here, so we feel sorry for him."
"We are doing this, we do have good intentions, we go to help him, we go to help him improve."
"We are going to help him do our best to do some things, but we also need to let people know the meaning of what we do. I hope you are clear about your choice."
A lot of truth.
After hearing these words, I always feel wrong.
Always felt weird.
"So what we did before and the exclusion and sarcasm against him are true?"
"Oh, that's true, of course it's true, although we know that he can write and work so hard, after all, we also know the hard work of taking care of grandpa."
"It's not even a few days. He has taken care of him for so many years at once. He must be a very tired guy. We respect him, we respect him, but we absolutely can't make him your target."
I don't know why my parents are so aggressive. Before I even started to say anything, they started to say a lot of miscellaneous things. I don't know what it is.
I'm really on the verge of being incoherent.
And I don't want to look at their expressions at all, because all the emotions must be written on their faces.
"Okay, stop talking, I'm getting annoyed now."
"I originally thought that you had compromised because you wanted to help them as well as me."
"Of course we have compromised, compromise or no compromise, but we still feel that we need to clarify the facts for you, just like you know that one plus one equals two, but I can't let you bring one plus one home."
"Because one plus one equals two, everyone knows that this thing exists, but it cannot appear in a home where one plus one equals three."
This metaphor is really good. My Chinese teacher couldn't help sighing for a while, and stayed for a few seconds.
In an instant, I felt as if I had been beaten back to my original shape. Their knife mouth and bean curd heart made me feel very uncomfortable and depressed.
I really didn't want to say anything to them in an instant, and I always felt more and more irritable as I talked.
Even at the beginning, I felt that whether they would be really just not what they said, and there was no such situation in the end, this is the main reason why I really want to prove those things, and then let Teacher Chen keep this secret yes.
I don't want me to still be in touch with Shouhou, asking him to pay back the money and so on.
When I thought of this, I suddenly felt horrified, and then I turned around and ran to the thin monkey's house.
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