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“What’s wrong?”
“Your wife is weird.” She pondered the words, pondered for a while, and then said, “I suspect the baby is here. She saw something dirty on her body.”
“Mom…” My tense nerves instantly relaxed, and I yawned boredly, and reached out and rubbed my eyes.
It’s no secret that my mother doesn’t like my wife. As early as when I took my wife, who was still a girlfriend home, my mother had made it clear that she didn’t like her, and the reason was unacceptable. ：
My mother asked a physiognomist to calculate the hexagram, the hexagram image, and said that my wife and my fate are in conflict. If I have to be together, it will cause me trouble.
“You didn’t find that the baby is abnormal? How can any child be afraid of his mother? Son, don’t blame me for being superstitious. I have to believe in some things. Be steadfast…”
She wanted to go on, but I had no interest in listening anymore, and simply interrupted her: “Mom, all right, you just don’t like An’an. Don’t talk about these unreliable things. I’m sleepy, and I went to bed, so you should rest earlier.”
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Second, quarrel
An An once complained to me about shoulder pain when she was resting, saying it was a sequelae of giving birth.
I was lying on the bed, looking up at her from the top edge of the newspaper. She tilted her head and rubbed her shoulders, with her back facing the sun, her facial contours looked strangely blurred.
Suddenly I remembered the Thai ghost film I had watched. The man who studied photography kept saying that his neck hurts. One day he accidentally took a picture of himself and found that he was sitting on his neck. An injustice.
Although I can’t see anything on An An’s neck now, if it’s a baby, lying in the crib, looking up at An An with the cleanest eyes, she will Do you see anything different?
The baby did not stop until late. I left my mother and An An at home and took her to the hospital. By the time he goes home, the rash on the baby’s body is almost gone.
The mother went back to her room with the baby on her own. Although she never said anything that she had told me that day, her eyes always drifted towards me.
I asked An An to go back to the room first. The light was on in the master bedroom and I didn’t know what An An was doing alone.
I followed my mother into her room. Yesterday afternoon, my mother called me and once again asked to find a master to take a look at home. I was very busy at the time, so I hung up my mother’s phone with a bad tone.
“Mom.”
The mother was sitting on the side of the crib, shaking gently, I walked over and sat down next to her, she didn’t look at me, and hummed to the baby.
I looked down at the baby and stretched out my hand to gently stroke her small face.
The baby is already asleep, breathing evenly, and looks safe. Her eyelashes are very long, they look like An’an, and when they brush my fingers, they feel as weak as a butterfly’s wings.
“Mom, I’m sorry about what happened yesterday.”
My mother raised her head and looked at me, her eyes seemed to complain, but more But I was worried: “Or, tomorrow I will find a master to see what went wrong?”
I paused for a long time, and finally nodded, saying something that I will definitely do. I was ridiculed by my past self pointing his nose: “Okay.”