bear shadow

"It's nothing... just talking to the Lord... talking to old friends." Cong Hao said in a panic. I could hear the strangeness in his tone. Director at the desk.As much as I hate people knowingly asking, but that's what I'm doing right now.

"Cong Hao, did you have a visitor here just now?" The director heard my conversation with brother Cong Hao, so he leaned over

"Yes, Director, it just so happens that an old friend of mine came to see me, it's all right." Brother Cong Hao's tone seemed to be calming down the Director, but also seemed to answer me again.

"Oh, that's right. Then I'll go to Teacher Lu first to discuss the arrangement of courses for the next semester, and I'll leave it to you first."

"Okay, Director."

The door slammed shut, only Brother Cong Hao and I were left in the department office. I don't understand why Brother Cong Hao lied to me that the stairwell was his old friend, but he didn't want to tell me that he was Fat Boy?However, even if I ask him in person now, he won't admit it, otherwise he wouldn't need to lie to me.

"I think it's time for me to go home." I thought to myself that I can't figure it out anyway, so I will find out if I catch Fatty and ask him another day. Why do I think so much?

"Be careful on the road." I watched Brother Cong Hao still staring at the documents in hand, and said to me without looking back.

"Well, goodbye."

When I got home, after dinner, it was only about seven o'clock. I thought I could stay in front of the computer before going to bed. Who would have expected that my mother would call my son?

"Son, I want to live with you for a few days."

"Why so suddenly?"

"I'm late, don't run around!"

"understood."

Afterwards, I received a call from my mother, who said she was coming soon, so I went downstairs to wait for her, and while I was waiting, I wondered why my mother would suddenly come to me. Finally, I came to the conclusion that "with my father in argument!"

When I saw that my mother got out of my father's car instead of a taxi, I was more sure of my inference. I thought she would come to me with a big bag, but unexpectedly there was only a small bag, which made me I feel that my inference seems a bit untenable, it seems that I have to wait and ask.

Back in the house, I went to tidy up the room first, logically speaking, it should be tidied up before my mother came, but it was too fast, less than 10 minutes before and after, it seems that she went out first After that, it was almost time to call me.

"Son, where do I sleep tonight?"

"My bed is for you to sleep in."

"how about you?"

"I can sleep anywhere."

"Sleep with mom."

"malady"

"My mother, what's the matter with embarrassment, it's not someone else."

"Okay, have you eaten yet? Or I'll put the water on for you first, so you can take a bath."

When going to sleep at night, I'm really not used to it, and my mother seems to have not fallen asleep yet, I don't know what she is thinking...

"Mom, did you quarrel with Dad?"

"You don't have to worry about this."

"What is the reason for the quarrel? Look at how well you are usually doing."

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

Can the friction between people really be explained by a simple "conflict of interest"?Or should we say that everyone has their own attachments?Thinking about these complicated problems, I fell asleep...