Chapter 673: God deletes the format: I die, you go
I couldn't help slowing down my movements, looking at my aunt's happy family, biting my chopsticks, and a feeling of longing grew in my heart.
"Isn't Qingqing going to study abroad? Come with us tomorrow to meet my dad and ask him to contact foreign professors." My uncle suddenly said to me while eating.
Studying abroad? Why am I confused when I hear this? When will I study abroad?
"Yes, girl, don't stay in bed tomorrow," my mother told me while eating her meal as if nothing had happened.
"Why do you want me to go abroad?" After dinner, I pulled my mother into the room and immediately refuted her
It's not easy to ask at the dinner table, otherwise she'll just prevaricate me.
Mom rolled her eyes at me, walked around me, walked to the side and sat down
"Why can't you go abroad?" my mother asked me, sitting on a chair and holding a cup of tea.
"I don't want to" After listening to her natural question, I felt a little pain in my heart. I thought she understood me, but she actually wanted to push me away from her.
Studying abroad? Are you kidding? After ten years, haven’t I just been waiting for her to understand me? If I have to live alone in a foreign country where I am unfamiliar with my life, doesn’t it make me feel even more lonely?
"You have to go if you don't want to." My mother took a sip of tea slowly and said to me in an irresistible tone like those ladies and ladies. Such a strange woman made me suddenly uneasy.
"I won't go, and I won't go even if I die." But my mood was confused. I should be very happy, but I don't know why I resisted like this. If it was normal, I should be obedient.
"Then I'm going to kill you." My mother immediately threw the cup on the table, making a crisp sound of porcelain clashing. The tea splashed from the cup burned the back of my hand.
I was so frightened that my heart trembled. In my impression, this charming woman rarely got angry, and she even taught me a lesson and was too lazy to teach me. Now that she got angry, it was really inexplicable.
I shrank aside, watching her look directly into my eyes, not daring to speak.
"Okay, Mom will stay with you, and we will immigrate." Mom calmed down, pulled me to sit next to her, gently stroked my forehead, and looked at me complicatedly, with tears still shining in her eyes.
"Yeah, okay." I was anxious, but I just didn't want to make her sad. I didn't consider what she said about immigration, so I agreed to her immediately.
Afraid that I would have another nightmare, my mother came to my room in the middle of the night and wanted to sleep with me. I have never liked sleeping with others since I was a child.