Quirrell Reeves writes back

The weather has been very cold recently. Ms. Lin went through the retirement procedures early this year. She was bored at home alone, so she asked someone to get a bunch of wool balls of different thicknesses. After more than ten years, she finally had the opportunity to display her superb textile skills. .

No, she resolutely came to the house of Shen Lu and me holding two scarves knitted by fine wool.Shen Lu's last case this year was in court today. He wrapped his coat and went out early. The first thing I saw when I woke up was Ms. Lin who was standing by Shi Shiran's bed.

It was nearly half an hour after I got up from the bed with a whimper, and when the mother and child sat down on the sofa in the living room after washing.

There is a brand new tea set in the cupboard. Neither Shen Lu nor I pay much attention to the way of drinking tea. Only when our parents come to inspect it will we take it out for face.Ms. Lin raised her hand, raised her eyebrows and stopped me from going out.

Momma is not here to torment you with your work, just go to the kitchen and pour me a cup of hot water.She spoke in a soft voice, and I responded with a smile, letting her treat me like a three-year-old child, and gently lowered her head to tie the scarf for me.

The scarves woven from high-count pure wool thick threads are warm and soft. Her craftsmanship is not much different from when I was studying more than ten years ago.

I held a piece of soft wool hanging down, and whispered, thank you mother.

Ms. Lin made a gesture and knocked on my forehead, she smiled like a [-]-year-old girl, and spat at me, Xiao Ning knew how to say thank you to her mother.

Like a magpie restless, she hurriedly took out another scarf from the large woven bag.I took a look and it looked similar to the one I wore around my neck, just a little different in color, mine was a light beige and this one was a thick dark blue.

"I'll give this to Lulu when he comes back. Last time you two little ones wore that little clothes when you got home. You're almost 30 years old, and you don't know how to take good care of your body."

I protested in a low voice, how can there be a 30-year-old little thing.

Unfortunately, these words were heard by her keen ears.Ms. Lin argued with me with raised eyebrows. In the eyes of my mother, are you two small things? One is 28 and the other is 29. You are both going to be 30 years old.

Well, I nodded and had to admit she was right.

Ms. Lin stretched her face in satisfaction. Old children, old children, the older they get, the more childlike their temper.She happily moved to my side in the next second, and told me unequivocally that you should pay attention to safety when traveling, and don’t forget everything, like that time you forgot to bring your passport...

mom!I protested again. The incident of forgetting to bring my passport happened ten years ago. In the year after the college entrance examination, Shen Lu’s parents and my parents made a rare adjustment to their vacation. They took more than a week to go to the famous beach together. Take a vacation.At that time, I was sitting in the back seat and chatting with Shen Lu, and suddenly I heard Ms. Lin ask, baby, check again if you have all the documents.

After I brought them all together, I opened my mouth to tell another lie that didn't fit my brain, but Shen Lu took his heart.He opened the interlayer of my backpack, hesitated with the ID card in between, baby, are you sure you brought it?

Ruan Yan, a high school student with a silly smile on his ID card, seemed to be laughing at me. Fortunately, there was still time, so he turned around and ran home to find out his passport.But this matter will be engraved on my pillar of shame forever, and ten years later, my mother can say it like it happened yesterday.

After I finished speaking, I realized that I was stunned and asked, "I haven't told you yet..."

Oh, I didn't say it, that's what I learned from Shen Lu.Ms. Lin Lihui glanced at me again with the look of looking at a fool, and I laughed dryly, trying to pretend to be stupid.

After all, my mother is a mother, so she doesn't care about me who often short-circuits my head.I don't know if I heard it wrong, but I heard Ms. Lin let out a short sigh, which disappeared in the wind in the blink of an eye.

"Baby." She took out a delicate small box from her satchel, opened it to reveal the red suede, and the long and thin red string passed through the hole of the jade.

It is a jade Guanyin.It looks good in color, emerald green and transparent, and the finished product is exquisite and meticulous.She put the jade and the box into my hand, and said, "Take it, it's your birthday present from Mama."

I am a little surprised.

As people grow up, they will more or less get a bit awkward. It's like I have been determined not to have my parents give me birthday presents since I was an adult.In my opinion, this is not necessary. There is no need to deliberately create a sense of ritual between parents and children.

My hand trembled, but I recovered quickly, and pushed the palm outward, sending the beautiful little box a few centimeters to the opposite side.

"Is there too much pension?" I said in a very relaxed tone: "You and Dad just need to spend your old age happily. Why do you still treat me like a child? Only children wear it." stuff."

"Why, the scarf can be collected, but the Jade Guanyin can't be collected?" Ms. Lin curled her lips, her eyes lit up, and she began to pinch me, "Are you looking down on the gift your parents prepared for you?"

"How come--" I hurried over to please her coquettishly, even though I knew she wasn't really angry.

I bickered back and forth a few times, and finally ended in my failure.

I can see through the red dust, no matter which family I am in, I can only be dominated by my mother/boyfriend.

In fact, it was not close to noon, but Ms. Lin got up quickly and said that she was going back to have lunch.I kept her for dinner with a shy face, but it was no surprise that I received a fluffy sarcasm.

"If you practice for more than ten or twenty years, you may not be able to cook at one-tenth of your father's level."

Zhi Zi Mo Ruo Mu, the dishes I cook are edible, but only at an edible level.I became angry from embarrassment, and muttered to her in a low voice, I know, I know.

I tied the beige scarf on my hand, went downstairs and took Ms. Lin to the gate of the community, and watched her disappear in the direction of the subway station before turning back.

Maybe there is really a subtle feeling between relatives. I always feel that there is something wrong with the way she looks at me today.

But I can't say why.