She was wearing a bright red coat, which was a style from a few years ago. It looked old and shabby. She immediately got out of the back door, but she didn't notice me next to her, and kept heading towards the front door.
Run away.
The moment my mother came in, I saw dense beads of sweat on her forehead, cheeks, and neck. She must have not experienced such a rush for a long time, and she was still panting.
I looked at my mother's back, my nose felt sore, and I almost shed tears.
Many memories of the past emerged in my mind, and every picture showed a weak mother caring for me with all her heart.[
"Mom..." I cried softly, softly. So softly that I didn't even hear it.
But my mother, who had already run four or five meters away, suddenly stopped, her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot. Then, she turned around slowly, with a surprisingly calm look on her face.
There is no blame, no annoyance, no regret, just indescribable deep love for me.
My mother came over, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and said, "Let's go."
Immediately afterwards, she walked in front and went back through the back door. I followed my mother, and my mood gradually calmed down.
We, mother and son, walked one behind the other towards the office building, but there were still some students who didn't have a good eye for me and shouted enthusiastically: "Brother Ming, aren't you going to class?"
I glared at him, and my mother turned back and looked at the student.
Only then did the student realize what had happened and ran away quickly. My mother stood there waiting for me, so I had no choice but to walk over and parallel her.
"Is it because no one is in charge?" My mother's voice was unusually gentle and graceful: "Is that why you caused so many troubles?"
"No." I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say.
"Your dad wanted to chase you out just now, but I didn't let you go. I was afraid that he would get angry and beat you." My mother patted my back. The two of us started walking again, and after a while, we walked into the office building.
My mother led me into the head teacher's office. My father and the bald old man were working together to lift the desk, and the two of them were busy cleaning up the debris on the ground.