First love after marriage

After my father came into the house, I felt the atmosphere was strange. My mother didn't speak and my father didn't speak. They seemed to hold their breath.

In the past, when I was at home, my parents respected each other like guests. Now think about that time, they all pretended?

Before, the mother was seldom at home. Even on weekends, she went to school to make up lessons for the children.

I used to think that my mother was really so conscientious and worried about the students. Now think about it, in addition to this, maybe my mother was deliberately avoiding my father, so she would look for any opportunity to be away from home.

After thinking of this, I was very sad. Suddenly, I felt that I had gathered my father and mother together. In order to complete my so-called dream, regardless of the gratitude and resentment between my parents, I thought I was a little selfish.

Originally, I was helping my mother cut vegetables at this time. Because I was distracted, I accidentally cut my hand.

The sudden tingling sensation suddenly pulled me back to reality from my wishful thinking. I threw away the kitchen knife in my hand with a general conditioned reflex. I saw that the bright red blood gushed out continuously. I was afraid to be seen by my mother, so I quickly sucked up the gushing blood with my mouth.

Although my movements were quick enough, I was seen by my mother.

"What's going on? Cut your hand, didn't you? " My mother came over in a hurry and took out my hand.

At this time, the blood of her fingers was still pouring out. When her mother saw it, her eyes were full of heartache: "it's so big that she can't even cut the dishes well!" With a little complaint, my mother pulled me out of the kitchen, came to the living room and took out a medicine box from under the TV cabinet.

At this time, the father, who had been sitting on the sofa and kept silent, also found the situation on our side. He came over and asked with concern, "what's the matter?"

Before I could answer, my mother said, "it's not your silly daughter. You can cut your hands when you're so big!"

After listening to my mother's complaint, I was a little embarrassed. I don't know why. Every time I was injured, my mother didn't say anything to comfort me. Instead, she always said such sarcastic words. It sounded very uncomfortable. She always didn't understand when I was a child, but when I grew up, I realized that she was a knife mouth and tofu heart.

After all, as soon as I was injured, she began to look for medicine to bandage my wound.

However, his mother's words made his father a little unhappy.

"What is my silly daughter? Isn't ginger pear born to you? Is she not your daughter? " My father said somewhat unconvinced.

My mother snorted coldly, didn't speak, and continued to find me band aids in the medicine box.

And my father glanced over and stopped looking at his mother.

Seeing this scene, I really felt incredible, but I accidentally cut my hand. I didn't expect my parents to quarrel over such a small matter.

I feel more like they are deliberately finding fault. For a moment, I once again had an illusion that my decision today may really be a mistake.

In the past, my parents never quarreled in front of me, but now, after I know that they divorced, they don't hesitate to quarrel in front of me because of such a small thing.

It can be imagined that in ordinary life, there are many similar small things. What kind of quarrel do they have because of this?

Mother turned in the medicine box for a long time and didn't turn to the band aid: "there seems to be no band aid at home!"

"It doesn't matter, mom. Look, this is a small wound. It'll be fine when the bleeding stops!" Such a small injury is really nothing to me. After all, I almost drowned when I fell into the sea. I carried it to that extent.

"Don't look at the small wound. If you're infected and it's marijuana trouble again, you should pay attention!" My mother taught me that suddenly, she raised her head and looked at my father.

My father was stared at by my mother inexplicably.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Your daughter is injured. You are blind. You have no eyesight. Go downstairs and buy some anti-inflammatory drugs and band aids for your child!" My mother directed at my father in a very bad tone.

I've had such minor injuries before. I've had a lot of experiences without taking medicine and using band aids, and it's still good, but I don't want my mother. Therefore, I think my mother is aiming at my father, maybe just looking at him.

I looked at my father's face. He was expressionless and his facial muscles looked stiff. He glanced at my wound and my mother. He stood up, opened the door and went out.

When the room was quiet, my mother didn't say anything and went back to the kitchen to cook.

And I followed in, but my mother pushed me out.

"You have a good rest. I'll cook!" Then my mother pushed me out and closed the kitchen door.

In my opinion, my mother's practice today is somewhat unreasonable. Before my father entered the house, my mother was still fine. After my father entered the door, she seemed like a frightened mother cat. Only if my father was there, she would be unhappy and deliberately find fault.

I have a headache. I feel more and more reckless to ask my father to come upstairs for a reunion dinner.

My father was happy, but my mother made him unhappy.

After a while, my father came back. He handed me the medicine he bought, and then whispered, "where's your mother?"

"Cooking in the kitchen!" I pointed to the closed kitchen door.

My father glanced, then took off his coat and walked to the kitchen.

I was so nervous that I shouted, "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Help your mother cook, eat early and go home early!" My father's eyes were bulging.

This sentence sounds like I can't laugh or cry. It seems that I'm really embarrassed. My father doesn't want to stay with his mother.

I wanted to persuade my father not to go into the kitchen. After all, my mother was very unhappy with him. As soon as he appeared, my mother would deliberately find fault, making both sides unhappy.

But my father had gone in, and my heart was beating nervously. I was afraid that they would quarrel if they didn't speak.

I went to the kitchen door and listened to the noise inside. It seemed that except for the sound of cooking, I didn't find any sign of quarrel between the two people.

I was thinking that maybe nothing would happen, but at this time, my father pushed my mother out of the kitchen.

Seeing this scene, my whole nerves tightened. What's going on? Why did my father push my mother out? Are they going to do it?

"Mom and Dad, what are you doing?" I asked anxiously and hurried to my mother's side in case they had an argument. I could persuade them to quarrel.

My mother glanced at my father, and my father rushed into the kitchen and came out with a black dish.

"Look at your mother. She's been separated for two years and hasn't learned how to cook. Is this stuff eaten by people?" My father's face is angry.

My mother couldn't speak when she looked at the appearance of the dish. She could only roll her eyes at my father.

"Have a good rest with your daughter. I'll cook this meal today!" My father finished and poured the dish made by my mother into the dustbin.

I thought my mother would be angry. Although she didn't do well, her mother worked hard and was dumped into the trash can by her father. Isn't this deliberately provoking a war between the two sides?