In the winter when Liang Shuang was sixteen, her mother got cancer. After a year of treatment, her condition got worse and worse.
It was snowing outside, but my mother was in good spirits and still smiling, saying remember to recharge my phone bill.
Liang Shuang nodded and said okay.
Liang Shuang was not perfunctory, but she was too busy, busy cooking for her mother, busy going to the hospital to get medicine, busy going to school, and busy asking her father for money.
As soon as he got busy, Liang Shuang forgot about this matter.
After evening self-study that day, when Liang Shuang came back, she found that her mother was no longer there.
She didn't dare to look at the call records. She didn't know if her dying mother made desperate calls to her overpaid mobile phone. Cancer took away her ability to take care of herself, her life and ordinary life, and also took away Liang Shuang's mother.
——Liang Shuang can't forgive himself in this life.
But she acted very normal and didn't even cry.
It wasn't until the winter ten years later that Liang Shuang sat in a small restaurant in a strange city, ate an ordinary egg noodles, and suddenly burst into tears.
"This is what my mother cooked." She raised her arms and wiped her face repeatedly, "I'm sure this is what my mother cooked."
After saying that, she put down her chopsticks and walked towards the swaying, greasy curtain in the kitchen.
Concept: The stars in the sky don't speak
