At one o'clock in the morning, a soft yellow light is always on in the living room.
Lin Wan knew that as long as her desk lamp was still on, her mother would sit on the sofa and wipe the spotless glass coffee table over and over again. Since the first day of her senior year of high school, the pure milk in the refrigerator had never stopped. Five T-shirts with "Come on for the college entrance examination" were hanging on the balcony. Even the walnuts were ground into powder and mixed with the milk to force her to drink it.
She wanted to say "I'm not tired", she wanted to say "I don't want to get into a prestigious university", she wanted to say "I just want to go home and help you clean the coffee table every day", but when the words came to her lips, there was only silence when she took the cold milk.
Until the math paper with a score of 98 was placed on the coffee table, my mother did not say "try harder" and only asked softly "do you want some candy?"
It turns out that she was never fighting the battle of the college entrance examination alone. Those unspoken expectations are hidden in the smell of cold milk; those heartaches that dare not be expressed are wrapped in the repeated wiping movements.
This is a story about the college entrance examination, about growth, and more about "we are all learning to understand each other."
Intention: This is a story about the college entrance examination, about growth, and more about "we are all learning to understand each other".