The mother’s love I’m looking for

Author: dsmk
Word count: 30565
Chapter 1: I want you to be my good mother

Everyone has an Oedipus complex, whether it is mild or severe. But in this society with sound laws and moral norms,
In front of you, there are almost only a few pairs that break through the boundaries of each other, but they can only exist in society.
In the fringe corners of the meeting, find the other half where the heart belongs, silently support and love each other.

And the vast majority of people, bound by various norms, bury that emotion in the deepest part of their hearts,
There may be possibilities in the future, because now I don’t have the courage to take a step forward, and it collapses.

But I took that step with difficulty, and welcomed her who was not my own mother, but who was better than my own mother. My heart
Goddess of my eyes, my love.

I was born in the mid-1980s in an ordinary but extraordinary urban family. when i was little i was
Belonging to the “other people’s children” in the neighborhood, well-behaved and sensible, polite to others, top grades, and willing to help others. but
There is a gambler’s mother, I really don’t know if she gave birth to me to collect debts or to pay off debts. except monthly
My unlucky dad needs support money to play mahjong, and I only stay at home at night and morning during the day, without any free time
Leave the rest of the time to me, care about me, and it is normal to have a full meal and a hungry meal.

Please, a 7-year-old boy, having a mother is as good as not having a mother.
Love, she doesn’t deserve it. I cried all my tears, and finally told myself that I was born and raised, there is only a mother-child relationship, there is no
There is deep love between mother and child! Since then, I have been obedient and careful in everything, but the seed buried deep in my heart seems to be gone forever.
The law opens buds and scattered branches, and grows vigorously.

Fortunately, it was still in the early 1990s. With the booming economy and the simple quality of the people, the surrounding neighbors
Neighbors often help me in life, at least so that I will not starve to death on the street.

During this period, my head teacher, a female colleague of my father’s school, lived upstairs from us, often
Come to see me, take some food and drink that my father sneakily gave me along the way, and also come to guide me in my spare time
homework. The gentle whisper in the ear, like the fertile nourishment, makes the seed hidden deep in my heart break out of the ground.

(Note: Dad is a tool person, I am writing about Liu Bei, so let’s not talk about filial piety, besides, I am still a child
son, he sticks to whoever treats him well)

I am very grateful to her, just like a real mother. Like a ray of bright sunshine, push away the accumulation of layers
The dark clouds shine on me and warm me.

During the Spring Festival in 1991, various coincidences and inevitable developments occurred, which made me feel that it was not
Not as cold as in previous years.

Because my father started a new family, my mother threw down a bowl of dumplings that I didn’t know whether they were kimchi noodles or instant noodles, and told me
I said a few words, don’t run around at night, and roll off to sleep after eating. tomorrow and take itQian hurried to twenty miles
A far away poker table.

I am very obedient, because I have no choice at all! I am going to eat this bowl of dumplings that have been glued together, laughing
I said to myself, at least my mother hasn’t forgotten to finish my food before leaving.

Laughing and laughing, tears dripped down like beans, blowing her nose and choking. Wipe away your tears, I’m a man
Zihan, I am a man! Can’t cry!

“Sister Wang? Xiaoyu? Are you at home?…Sister Wang?”

There was a gentle knock on the door, and at the same time, her voice came from outside the door, gentle and kind.

“Ms. Li?! Teacher Li!!! I’m here! Woooooo…”

At first, I suspected that I heard it wrong. After all, the New Year’s Eve, at this moment, every family is busy and happy to celebrate.
round.

Why did Teacher Li come here at this time?

Hallucination?

But how can she hear her voice wrongly when she is with me every day? I hurried to the gate, feeling a sense of grievance in my heart.
Health, tears blurred his eyes again, but he forgot the words of self-motivation just now.

Open the door, under the faint yellow light of the incandescent lamp in the corridor, there is a handsome young woman about 35 years old.
However, the first one stood among them.

I wiped away the tears that covered my eyes, and wanted to go up and down, to see carefully, whether it was real or not.
Still vain.

She tied a shawl ponytail with a beige headband, and her forehead was sparsely slanted bangs, which fell on a pair of
Above the big eyes that seemed to be talking, and those eyes blinked at me. Willow Leaf Thin Eyebrow Sutra brush strokes
Dot, it still looks good. The small but upright apricot nose is dotted in the cheeks that look like oval eggs, and the position is different.
Unbiased, Mr. Li’s small crescent mouth, which is always grinning in my memory, showed white teeth like jade.

She was wearing a white v-neck sweater with loose sleeves, which made her already slender and slim figure even more plump.
Plump, plump and straight breasts make her look like a proud old hen, but what she brings to me is hiding behind the hen
The full sense of security of the little chick under him. The lower body is matched with the most fashionable brown bodybuilding pants at that time, which will make Li
The teacher’s slender legs are tightly wrapped, lined with a pair of black leather boots.

At this moment, like Guanyin Bodhisattva with holy light above her head, she suddenly appeared in front of me.

I wanted to cry again, choked up and said, “Li… Teacher Li… woo woo woo”

Teacher Li seemed to see something, and put the big bowl in his hand on the stairs of the unit next to him. Only then did I see
It turned out that she had been holding a bowl, a steaming bowl of handmade dumplings, crystal clear.

“Wow”, I couldn’t bear it anymore.

She squatted down, took my cold little hand, grasped it, and helped me with the other hand to wipe away the oozing
tears.

“Good Xiaoyu, stop crying… Where’s your mother? Isn’t she at home?”

Teacher Li looked at the home with only one lamp on behind me, it was really deserted and lonely.

“Well! Dad…don’t want me anymore,