Holding the phone, I didn't even know how to speak.
Anyway, my mother never cared about me when I was sick when I was a child, and my life was very cheap. Apart from the occasional fever that I didn’t know where my grandma was worried and heartbroken, there was nothing else.
Last time, Dr. Bai was worried that I would suffer from bronchitis, but it was pretty good, nothing serious.
So now, what should I say?
Alas, I will always be so strange to my mother and father. This feeling is so strange, unreal, and I can't touch it.[
Yin Yijie hurriedly helped me sit down on the sofa, stroked my hair, held the phone, and asked me to just listen.
Brian sat aside and did not leave.
He looked serious, as if things were a little difficult to deal with? Yin Yijie had communicated with him several times, but I didn't even have the time to look and study it. To be honest, I couldn't tell the feeling in my heart.
I don't know what breast cancer is, but I know that it's not easy to deal with, although it's not necessarily mortal,
Why did I feel a little premonition? I was a little upset at the entrance of the temple just now. Is it really so effective? Yin Yijie kissed my temples and didn't say anything, but I think I understand what he meant.
Actually, this kind of relationship, alas
It's so entangled! Pain! Why do you have to make such trouble with your mother? Cang!
The phone "oh-my" rings, which always reminds me of the ones who sell cakes and steamed ones.
Yin Yijie pressed it decisively, held it, and pressed it against my ear.
I was a little stunned, or stupid, looking around, not sure what to worry about.
At that time, she was willing to testify in court, uh, right and wrong, it's hard to describe it.
"Keren, I'm a mother."
My mother's voice became deeper and deeper, as if she had said too much sweet words and screamed too much, and her voice was a little hoarse.
Nodding, I know.
But I don’t know how to speak, really, I don’t know how to open this mouth.
In fact, I haven't called my mother for so many years, and I'm not sure I can call her.
My throat was dry, as if I had drained the dried meat of gouache and couldn't speak.
Yuhubing and Mingfeng walked in quietly one after another, and I saw it