There is one emotion in the world called "like" and another called "love". Love means that when he is there, he is the only one in the eyes; when he is not there, everything has his shadow. Love is the relationship between people.
Strong attachment, closeness, longing, and selfless, dedicated and dedicated emotions.
I used to think that he didn't understand, so I thought he didn't love me.
What I have never thought about is that what I think is not love is just that he has never been in love and doesn't know how to express it.
"Ms. Ye, there is a little boy looking for you at the door!" The door opened instantly, and I hurriedly wiped my tears: "What's the matter?"
"You...are you okay?" The nurse saw the tears on my face and came in in shock. "Master Mu said I had a surprise for you, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine," he looked at the repeated video and said softly: "Before I tell you about this surprise, please help the nurse to turn off the computer for me."
Not wanting others to see my miserable state, I wiped away my tears and looked up, only to see a face that surprised me. "Xiaoye!"
Wearing a cartoon white shirt, denim shorts, a cute, pretty face, and a pure, warm smile.
"Xiaoye, is it really you? Xiaoye!"
I shouted softly, and the tears that I had just wiped away flowed down again. I never thought that this surprise would be Xiaoye.
My body trembled with joy and I opened my arms, but I couldn't see the child running towards me.
"Xiaoye, what's wrong with you? Xiaoye?" I looked at the child who had returned to indifference in front of me, and said anxiously: "Don't you recognize me? I'm my mother!"
"Mom, I still love to cry." A clear childish voice came.
I watched the child approach me: "Xiaoye, is it really you? Mom, I'm sorry!"
"Mom, why are you sorry for me? Everything you do is justified. Xiaoye doesn't blame you!" It was still a clear voice, but I saw the alienation on Xiaoye's face.
"Xiaoye, what's wrong with you? Are you blaming me?" I shook his shoulders gently, but I couldn't see his eyes moving.
At this time, I suddenly remembered that my Xiaoye was blind in one eye. The scissors poked into his eye and he could never be saved again.
"Why should Xiaoye blame mom? Mom didn't do anything wrong." Xiaoye smiled faintly, her eyes were dark and dim, as if she couldn't see a trace of light.
For a moment, my heart felt like a needle pricking my heart. I laughed miserably: "You are right to blame me. I have never fulfilled my responsibility as a mother. You are right to blame me!"
"Mom, don't you think it's too late for you to understand now?" A distant and cold voice came out of Xiao Ye's mouth little by little. I looked at him tremblingly, wanting to touch those once bright eyes.
But he turned aside and was two steps away from me. He said, "Mom, is something wrong?"
That subconscious action made my heart tremble. Did Xiaoye become so alienated from me?
"Why, will my mother also feel heartbroken for me?" Xiaoye looked at it indifferently, and the young child actually showed a sarcastic smile.
"When you left me in the hospital, where did your heartache go?
When I asked you if you would leave me, did you feel a little soft-hearted?
If so, why did you leave me and my father behind without saying a word?
When you were in the arms of another man, did you ever think that I might be suffering?
When I was looking for my mother like crazy, where did your heart go at that time?"