Airport.
Tong Mai stared at the huge crowd.
Countless people hugged each other with tears, unable to conceal their excitement when they met.
If her mother were still alive, she would definitely come to the airport early to pick her up and wait for her return like other mothers.
It is a pity that she did not have the fate of the only person who loved her to die early.
Pushing her luggage, she walked forward without squinting, not looking at the people picking up the plane next to her, because she could predict that no one would welcome her back, so she simply put on wide sunglasses to cover up all the worries in her eyes.
Lost In fact, she has nothing to be disappointed about.
She is used to it, isn't she?
She is used to being alone, used to not being taken seriously, used to being rejected by others.
"Taxi xx Cemetery."
She hailed a taxi and headed to the cemetery where her mother was buried.
In the weather in March, there was a hint of coolness in the breeze, which felt refreshing on my face.
"Mom, I haven't seen you for a long time, aren't you angry?"
As soon as Tong Mai came to her tombstone, she hugged her tombstone affectionately, unable to conceal her longing for her mother.
"Mom, I miss you so much."
The voice coming out of her mouth gradually became a little unclear.
At this time, tears were falling on her cheeks.
At this moment, she seemed to have become extremely fragile.
"Mom, do you hate it?
What happened to the love you waited so hard for?
His betrayal came."
He also waited for his own death.
Tong Mai looked at her mother's beautiful and elegant portrait with tearful eyes, feeling a burst of distress and hatred in her heart, which mixed together and tormented her.
However, the more painful it became, she stubbornly wiped away the tears on her cheeks, as if to prove that she had never cried, she wiped the tears cleanly.
Just because his mother doesn't hate him doesn't mean she won't hate him.
He had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father to her, so she did not blame him, but she could not forgive him for his cruelty to his mother.
Thinking of this, Tong Mai's eyes flashed with a strong sense of revenge, as if he wished his father could be buried with his mother.
She gently wiped her photo with her sleeve, feeling distressed, "No matter what, I will live a strong life."
Only in this way can her mother feel at ease and not worry about her.
Nestling in front of her monument, it's like she never left.
Recalling her mother's love for her in the past was as sweet as honey, but in reality, she was alone, and the feeling of helplessness expanded to the maximum in her body.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was because of the long flight and her body was tired; maybe it was because she returned to her mother’s “embrace”.
The familiar feeling that she had not seen for a long time made her rely on her so peacefully and fell asleep.
There were no nightmares, no awakenings, and she seemed to sleep a little deeply.
This was the first time she had slept so peacefully since her mother passed away when she was six years old.
In her sleep, she seemed to see her mother's face, caressing her head gently, holding her in her arms, and every move she made was so kind and doting.
However, suddenly, her mother threw away her hand and walked away.
"Mom, mom, wait for me" An urgent voice escaped from her throat, and her hands kept waving in the air.
"Wheat, wheat, wake up, wake up"
A deep voice resounded above her head and shook her body: