The last time was during the Chinese New Year.
My mother burned her hand while setting off fireworks. At that moment, all she could do was look up at the sky and watch the fireworks bloom in the night.
I waited for a while before I realized my hand hurt.
By then, the skin had already been burned, and after realizing what was happening, she whimpered and cried out in pain.
Zhou Zhengchu was really worried. This wasn't some small firework; it didn't look very safe. Even if it was safe, he didn't want her to take any risks.
Zhou Zhengchu lit the fuse, and the moment the fireworks burst in the sky, his mother seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness from earlier.
Like other children, he craned his neck and stared intently.
After the fireworks were finished, everyone went back inside.
When Zhou Ji's mother saw Jiang Yue, she realized that no matter how much she disliked her daughter-in-law over the years, she couldn't interfere with her son's decisions.
I can only force myself to accept it slowly.
I didn't like her much at first, but seeing her confused state made me just want to sigh.
There's a home theater downstairs, where the younger generation gets together to watch movies, and a few others are playing cards.
In short, it was very lively.
Jiang Yue seemed to be isolated from these things; no one would ask her to participate, but she found her way to the family theater downstairs on her own.
Teenagers felt extremely uncomfortable around her.
I couldn't help but steal glances at her; I thought she was very beautiful, but I didn't dare get too close to her, afraid of getting myself into trouble.
Zhou Zhengchu followed his mother to the cinema, glanced coldly at his younger cousins who were trying to run away, and closed the door without saying a word. "Why are you looking at me? Keep watching the movie."
The elder brother has spoken.
They only dare to keep a low profile and can't cause any trouble.
However, he didn't keep his eyes on the screen; instead, he kept stealing glances at Jiang Yue, secretly watching her.
The lighting inside was very dim.
The light from the screen shone on her face, making it appear thin and translucent.
Halfway through the movie, the person leaning against the pillow tilted their head and fell asleep.
None of her younger cousins dared to make a sound, and some even turned the volume down a bit, afraid of waking her up.
However, they then noticed that their brother's expression was not good; his brows were furrowed deeper and deeper, and he looked preoccupied.
They dared not speak to break the silence.
I always felt that my brother wasn't in a good mood.
Zhou Zhengchu tried to wake his mother, but she was sleeping more soundly than ever before. If it weren't for her steady breathing, he would have almost thought she would never wake up again.
Zhou Zhengchu carried the person back to the bedroom upstairs. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only nine o'clock.
She used to go to bed at 10 p.m.
It's an hour earlier now.
Zhou Zhengchu silently clenched his fingers, tensed his jaw, and his expression was very cold. He stayed in the bedroom for a while.
When my mother woke up, it was close to midnight.
She thought she had just taken a nap. She slowly got up and saw the double happiness symbol pasted on the window. Her memory returned, and she remembered the engagement news she had learned at the dinner table that evening.
She looked at her son and asked, "Do you have a female classmate you like?"
Zhou Zhengchu tucked the blanket around her: "No."
She said, "Oh, when you get to college, you might meet a girl you like."
There are quite a few people who pursue Zhou Zhengchu.
However, he rejected countless love letters.
He has little interest in dating.
There's no need to say such things.
"Hmm. Maybe."
She then spoke sweetly and shyly about her past "love" with her husband, when she had just graduated from university, got married, and had children.
After Zhou Zhengchu finished listening to her, she fell asleep again not long after.
I turned off the lights and came out of the room.
Zhou Zhengchu then sent his father a message: "[Mother is not doing well.]"
When he said those words, he was a little distracted, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.
He preferred to think that he was just being paranoid.
Or perhaps people are just more tired in the summer.
It was still daytime on my father's end, so I replied to him quickly.
It wasn't a text message, it was a phone call.
The father's voice sounded unusually tired as he asked, "Is your mother taking her medicine properly?"
Zhou Zhengchu lowered his eyelids: "Yes."
He eats it every day, he keeps an eye on it.
Even if he's not there, there's still the butler.
Zhou Ji fell silent for a long time before saying, "Perhaps you're overthinking it."
Zhou Zhengchu preferred it this way. He hummed in agreement, his eyes stinging. He felt so much pain.
For myself, and for my mother.
He could no longer hate her.
Even thinking about her hatred for him and all the hurt he had caused her, he didn't want to pursue it any further.
He just wanted her to be well.
I can always be healthy and carefree, even if I never love him.
Finally, Zhou Ji said, "Spend more time with your mother."
Zhou Zhengchu replied, "I know."
He calmly pursed his lips: "And what about you?"
After all these years, he still doesn't believe there's absolutely no feeling left.
However, the mother was not the most important person in the father's heart; there were always more important things.
Her father loved her, but not that much.
Her father treated her very well, taking care of her in every little way.
They care about this place and they care about that place.
He cares about whether she sleeps well, eats well, and is in good health, and he will also fulfill most of her unreasonable requests.
But looking into her eyes, there was still an invisible sense of distance.
The mother never truly understood the father.
Zhou Zhengchu didn't know who to feel sorry for. He took a deep breath, his throat tightening, and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." He paused, then added, "I will take good care of Mother, don't worry."
Zhou Ji hummed in agreement, and then hung up the phone.
Zhou Zhengchu's room is right next to the master bedroom. He often has trouble sleeping, and when he can't sleep well, he sometimes gets up in the middle of the night to look through his chat history with his mother over the years.
Occasionally, he would take out his childhood belongings from the box and look at them.
There are still many wonderful memories.
As dawn broke, Zhou Zhengchu finally felt sleepy. He went to bed intending to rest for a short while, and before closing his eyes, he set an alarm on his phone to wake up at nine o'clock in the morning.
The handsome young man looked incredibly peaceful when he was asleep.
Her eyelashes were thick and gently fell under her eyes.
He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Zhou Zhengchu had a rare dream, a beautiful dream.
He has a mother who loves him very much.
She seemed to snap out of her daze, looking at him worriedly, touching his forehead, and muttering to herself, "Why do you have a fever? Are you still not better? Maybe you shouldn't go to work today."
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