a memo

Chapter 18 Consolation
The happiest thing in high school is when my mother comes to school to deliver meals and bring some delicious snacks by the way.

The night before my birthday, I called my mother and said that I wanted sushi for my birthday, and my mother promised to bring it before evening self-study.

As a result, on his birthday, he scored more than [-] points in the math test in class, and was called to the office by the math teacher (not Sheng Daddy at the time) to drink tea.

It means why such a simple question has such a low score, why are you going to class, and so on.

After drinking tea, it was already the time agreed with my mother.

I ran to the guard room and my mother was already there.

My mother was very excited when she saw me: "Come here, I made more than 40 sushi for you, and I shared them with my classmates."

"Yes." I was criticized by the teacher just now, and I was not in high spirits. I even felt that I would not celebrate my birthday if I passed the exam like that.

"What's wrong with you? Did someone bully you or did the teacher say something about you?" My mother saw that I was depressed, and pulled me out of the guard room. "Talk to my mother about something."

"I took the math test in my thirties." My nose was sore, and tears came down after I finished speaking.

To be honest, if my mother didn't come to deliver things, I wouldn't cry at school if I felt wronged or guilty after being criticized, but when my mother came, I couldn't do it anymore. Controlled tears.

"Okay, don't cry, let's have fun on our birthday." Mom patted me on the back, "Mom got a score of [-] in math back then, you are much better than mom."

Although the words are comforting words, they don't sound like much comfort.

Later, my mood stabilized, and I said goodbye to my mother with sushi. My mother was already walking to the bus station, and came back halfway, and said through the big iron gate of the school: "Happy birthday, don't cry anymore."

When I was a sophomore in high school, my relatives opened a cafeteria, and my mother went to help in it. After all, it was catering, and the back kitchen was a bit dirty.

In December, Xue Zhiqian's new song "Wandering with You" was launched.

My mother saw the reminder popped up by Netease Cloud, and said to me when she called at night: "Hey, I saw the message popped up by Netease Cloud today, Joker Xue seems to have released a new song, do you want to listen to it?"

"Ah? Really!" I was very excited on the other end of the phone, "Is it convenient for you to come, if it is convenient, I want to hear."

"Convenient." My mother has always been "very convenient" when it comes to me.

It's already winter, and the wind is blowing and people can't help shrinking into their clothes.

After the last class in the afternoon, I rushed to the security room. From a distance, I saw my mother standing outside the door.

"How long have you been here? Why don't you go in and wait, there is heating inside." My mother used to wait inside, but that time she suddenly stood outside.

"My shoes are dirty. I'm afraid I'll trample the security floor dirty. I'll have to trouble the security to mop the floor. It's fine outside the station. I wear a lot today."

It was only then that I saw my mother's little white shoes, all covered with black water stains, in stark contrast to the tightly wrapped clean thermos.

She handed me the phone first, "Come on, listen to the music."

Then slowly open the insulation bucket, take out the wrapped spoon, chopsticks...

When I saw the lyrics "I will hold the little candy and look in your direction." When I looked back at my mother's dirty white shoes, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"What's the name of the new song? Is it nice?" Mom handed me the rice.

"It's called "Wandering with You." After I finished listening, I handed the phone to my mother.

"Shall we go wandering in the future, and live a very free and free life." I looked at the sky above the school and said suddenly.

"Okay, when you are capable in the future, we will live the life we ​​want."

(End of this chapter)