Chapter 479

I know that my mother has money, and I also know that money comes from a man, a mysterious man with a vague face in my mind.

Every time he came, he was in a hurry. After putting down his money, he left quickly.

The neighbors' comments were very hard to hear. They said that my mother was the man's mistress, and I was the man's illegitimate son, a little bastard with no reputation.

I know all this.

When I was four years old, the first time I heard such gossip, I kept it in mind and tried to figure out what it meant.

In my life, the three most impressive words are "mistress", "little bastard" and "illegitimate child", all of which are used by my mother and me.

I don't understand why my mother is so young and beautiful to live with a man. Other kids have dads.

Of course, one thing about me is that they can't match me. I have more money than them.

While they were crying in front of their parents for a popsicle, I already had more than 100 yuan of pocket money in my pocket. As long as I want things, my mother has never been very casual to buy back for me. So throughout my childhood, I was quite well off financially.

However, I don't like that man, because as long as he comes, he will only bring insult to my mother. He will say that call me less in the future, and I will send money regularly. I didn't give you 500000 three months ago. How could it be spent so quickly? My mother sometimes quarrels, but most of the time she is very gentle and whispers that I always want to leave something for Doudou. I have invested all that money for a long time. I hope that he will not live as hard as I do when he grows up.

The man stopped talking when he heard this, picked up his briefcase and left.

At this time, his mother would beg the man to stay for the night, but he hesitated for a while before refusing his mother and leaving with his own things.

The so-called father, originally just send money.

As far as I can remember, he didn't even spend a night in my house.

When a woman raises her own children, even if she doesn't think about the economy, she is in a low mood. Mother's body was weak, but it got worse later.

At that time, I was not sensible and never understood why she couldn't sleep all night, watching TV all night. She would stare at the snowflakes all over the screen for an hour.

In my eyes, it's basically void. I learned to take care of myself very early, hungry to eat, cold to wear. If I don't ask, mom can't remember what to do for me. All she could give me was money, just like that man did to her.

She would drink too much. Every time she got drunk, she would throw up all over the floor.

At this time, I usually hide in my own room, because I don't like to see her like a madman.

When I wake up the next day, my home will be clean and tidy again, just like the drunkenness of the previous night did not happen.

Later, I learned that my mother's performance was due to the loneliness of a woman living alone.

Only later did I know how terrible the loneliness of a woman living alone is, especially after she tasted the taste of love.

I thought my life would go on like this. I would accept the so-called living expenses given by my father, and then live with my mother. Every month, there are seven or eight days when my mother will turn into a madwoman, and then return to normal.

I never thought about what my future would be like.

The words of my neighbors make me feel that I should not exist. It's like a bubble growing on the glass. It's just a mistake. Everyone wants to eliminate that annoying bubble, but they are reluctant to break a whole piece of glass.

One day, I came back from kindergarten with my schoolbag on my back. Before I came in, I felt that the atmosphere at home was not right. Don't be surprised, I haven't enjoyed the treatment of parents coming to pick me up at the gate of the kindergarten since I was a child. Some of them just sat on the school bus and came to the gate of the community, carrying a small schoolbag to go home.

Thanks to that man, this community is the best in the city, so there are many women who are the same as their mothers. But the only difference between them and their mothers is that they are younger and have no children.

Usually when I finish school, my mother and several beautiful aunts play mahjong in the living room. They can hear the sound of mahjong cards without pushing the door open, but today they don't.

It was quiet in the room. I opened the door with my own key, and then I saw a clean, soft looking and beautiful aunt sitting on the water hair of my home.

She has a different temperament from her mother and her friends. I can't describe that feeling, but I still remember it for so many years. If I have to use a word to describe it, it is the taste of sunshine, just like she is a rose blooming in the sun, while her mother is just a Epiphyllum blooming in the dark.After I entered the room, she looked up at me with painful eyes and asked her mother in a low voice, "is this your son?"

Mom nodded and said to me nervously, "Doudou, go to the room. Mom has business to talk with my aunt."

I called a good aunt, and then carrying a bag for shoes, quickly back to his room.

In the process, I could notice the complex emotion that the rose like woman in the sun was looking at me all the time.

When I entered the room, I left a crack behind the door. Then I sat on the ground behind the door and listened to what was being said outside.

Mother does not have such a friend, I like the taste of her body, so I want to know more.

"The children are so old." The woman whispered.

"Well, yes." Mother also lowered her voice, "do you come to me to let me leave him?"

"Yes, I want you to leave with your children. You'd better never show up." Said the woman.

Suddenly, I understood what the woman meant. She should be the man's real wife, not his mistress. The real wives in the community can talk like this. I've heard a lot.

But I don't know why, I didn't get angry when I heard that. On the contrary, I wanted to be her son. If only I could choose my mother before I was born.

"I won't go unless he lets me go." Mom said.

"Is that interesting? You can't get him at all. I'll give you money. If you leave here, you can start a new life again. Whether you are looking for another man to get married or for your whole life, it's better than half dead. I know that he and you are just accidents, not many times at all, right? " The woman said, "actually, I have a hunch about this, but I can't believe it. Recently, if you hadn't contacted him too often, I couldn't have really found out the truth. "

"Then why didn't you leave?" Asked his mother.

That woman smile, very despise that kind of smile: "you can let him choose, he can't leave me."

The confidence in her words is something that my mother didn't have, and I've never heard of. However, I can also hear her look down on her mother in the tone, in this moment, my eyes red, tears do not fight down.

I seldom cry. This time I cry because I think she is right. Compared with her mother, it's really far worse.

However, subconsciously, I still stood on my mother's side, because she was always with me.

"You just rely on the wealth of your family. You just rely on the power of your mother's family." Mom's a little hysterical.

"Yes, that's what I rely on. What can you do? Let me give up all external conditions and negotiate with you? I am so stupid in your eyes? " The woman said with a smile, "I tell you, I also have a son, one or two years older than you. His father is reluctant to let go every day. He cooks for his son himself every day, and even takes him to the company to put them in the office. His father takes him to and from kindergarten, and the baby has to be like an eye. Also, I can help him do business, manage the company, talk about business and audit financial statements. what about you? What can you do? Or how precious do you think your son is? "

She said all this, every sentence like a needle in my heart.

Does the life she said really exist?

Is there such a good father in the world?

I envy such a life and hate my own situation. If I was born by that woman, can I enjoy everything now?

"All you get is that you have backstage. If we change places, maybe you are not as good as me." Mother whispered, angry in her voice.

"Even if I change places with you, he will choose me in the end. What else can you do besides go to bed? " The woman said contemptuously, "marriage is not as simple as you think. Think about the reason why you approached him at first. It was only for money. And I want to tell you something. Do you know why he chose you? Now there are so many beautiful young girls. Why did he choose you as his mistress Asked the woman.

"Because he loves me." Mother's words are obviously lacking in confidence.

"Ha ha." The woman chuckled. "I tell you, he chose you only to find a substitute, a substitute to make up for his regret when he was young. His first girlfriend, looks like you, later for various reasons, the woman left him. This is his lifelong regret, so he found a very similar look of you, you just stand in, he vent his anger and unwilling stand in"I won't leave. If you have the ability, let him tell me to drive our mother and son away." Mom finally stood up.

The woman sighed and stood up and said, "I'm here to talk to you today, not to make trouble. Since I can't get along with you, I'll think of another way. I didn't make trouble in the community or in your home. In fact, I was looking at the face of the children. I don't want you to have no face in front of your children, or let them look down on you. If you think about it again, is it better to live without sunshine all your life, or to exchange a sum of money for a city? "

Then the woman opened the door and left.

When I heard that the door was closed, my mother broke into tears.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps again. Before I could Dodge, the door of my room was pushed open. When my mother saw me sitting on the ground, she immediately sat down, leaning against the wall, hugging me in her arms and crying out of breath