Maybe some moons are destined to hang at a height that can never be touched - but I hope it will always shine on my wasteland
What should I do if I fall in love with my adoptive mother?
I often leaned against the kitchen door frame and watched her cook. The straps of the apron create narrow traces behind the back
The pace of chopping vegetables is leisurely. The smoke was rising, and sometimes she would turn around and ask me to get a plate, and there would be a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
I have the illusion that we are the most common dependence in the world
For her birthday, I saved up money to buy a silk scarf, light blue, with a small ❤️ behind the printed font, which is also my selfish intention.
My hands were shaking while unpacking. I'm afraid that she'll see something, but I'm also afraid that she won't see anything at all.
She was stunned for a moment, then smiled, the thin lines at the corners of her eyes spreading. "Why do you think of giving this as a gift?"
I forgot all the words I prepared. I could only stand there and watch her tie the silk scarf around her neck, tying it with her fingers deftly.
"Does it look good?" She turned to me
I nodded. Her throat felt tight, so she tied the silk scarf to her bag and carried it with her every day.
Every time I see that light blue stripe, I feel a little pain in my heart
It's so close to her heart
And so far
I know this intention is shady, I am despicable and shameful
The reality is not what I thought, they wish her to find a husband
But I won't bless her. Never
When your aunt gets married, you will have more people who love you.
I overheard a phone call from a relative.
"You have to find someone. You are only in your thirties... It doesn't matter if you have a child..."
I was peeling an orange at that time, and the juice splashed into my eyes, which was so astringent that it hurt.
Later I walked in the cold wind. She was freezing when she found me
"Go home." She went to hold my hand. All the bitterness, despicability, and unwillingness I had accumulated have turned into blades
"Which home should you go to? In what capacity? Your adopted daughter? Or..."
I hear the tremor in my voice
What do you want to be? "The tip of her nose touched my cold cheek
"Say. "The syllable is held between the teeth, it is an ultimatum
I closed my eyes and, using all my despicable courage, raised my head and kissed those dry lips.
Thus igniting a wildfire that has been simmering for too long
She froze for a second. Then he kissed me deeper, with an almost ferocious force, chewing up all my unfinished questions.
Salty, I don't know whose tears are spreading between the lips and teeth
Reading Guide
1. Adoptive mother, adult, not related by blood, age difference of 14 years, no physical or psychological contact with others
2. Free full-text short stories, intertwined narratives of reality and memories
3. Purely personal preference, sour
Intention: The clouds clear and the fog disperses after the storm